Page 52 of Forced By the Bratva Beast

“Ah, I like you like this. Talking. How badly do you want it, Sophia?” he asks, gravel in his deep voice.

“Badly,” I groan, twisting and turning as Andrei laps at my pussy again, but not long enough for a climax to come. “Badly. Make me come, Andrei,” I call out, feeling liberated as Andrei ceases the game, his mouth swirling in motion, diving in and out for treasure. Soon enough he finds it, an internal explosion bursting free. He was right, the long foreplay session did make the orgasm incredible. Feeling like I can fly, I release a long groan, the pleasure continuing as Andrei grins, flipping me on my side, spooning me from the back.

“Was that good, wife?”

“Yes, so good.” His hot breath lands in my ear as he grips my waist, holding my body in place as he thrusts from behind, his hard length stretching open my internal walls. His hair sticksto my face as he pumps, my breasts bouncing with every thrust as I crave him to penetrate me deeper.

“Do you like it harder, Sophia? Did you miss this?”

“Yes, keep going,” I insist, bucking my ass back against him, turned on by the sweaty slap of our flesh colliding.

“You are so fucking sexy. I wanted you in the alleyway,” he confesses, a meltdown of feverish desires ruling us, both of us lost in one another. “When I saw you in the club, I wanted you to be mine forever,” Andrei grunts, our sweat mingling as I feel another orgasm building like a mountain peak inside me.

Andrei speeds up, the bed matching our frenetic lovemaking, as his shaft thickens, his hand caressing my throat as my pussy contracts around him, the catalyst for his climax. “Andrei!” I cry out, spent in the best possible way.

“Ah, ah, Sophia. You do things to me. Things I can’t describe,” he puffs, his climax sending him into more confessions. Giggling from the intensity, I steal back my breath as his tight grip breaks from my body and we fall back, the bed soaked with our sweat.

We lay in each other’s arms, resting peacefully, and for the first time since my parents’ death, I feel as if I belong to someone.

Chapter Twenty-Six – Andrei

“I’m always waiting for you to get ready, woman. It’s not that hard to get yourself ready,” I remind her, checking the time.

Sophia peeks out from the bathroom with a makeup brush in her hand and a salty expression on her face. “What did you say?” Her face scrunches up, and I want to be annoyed by it, but she looks too amazing. Even if her face is only half-done.

“I think you heard what I said.”

“Yes, but I think I don’t want to hear that you said it,” she quips sharply. “I’m going to be ready when I’m ready. We are going to your parents’ place, not some high-level function. Give me a break.”

“Quit whining, Sophia, just do your best to be ready in the next twenty minutes. Please. It’s already been over forty minutes,” I call out, reading the Chicago paper and swinging my leg in the armchair of our room.

“Oh, I’m sorry are you the one carrying a basketball in your stomach? You should shut up because you’re the one that did this to me,” she fights back, and I fight off the chuckle behind the paper, liking her spice.

“Alright. Calm down. I’ll wait.” Time has passed in the blink of an eye, and I’ve watched Sophia’s stomach grow with our baby girl inside for the last few months. She’s due basically any day now at nine months, and it’s been a crazy thing to watch progress.

“Thank you.”

Things between us are up in the air, no matter what the piece of paper says that we signed. We argue too much, and some days I think it’s not possible for us to be together, but when she’s not in bed, it’s as if a piece of me is gone. Will she ask for an annulment after the birth? Hating to think about it, I call Dimitri.

“Cousin.”

“Cousin. Aren’t you supposed to be at the family dinner thing?” He chuckles.

“Don’t remind me. I’m waiting for Sophia.Again.”

“I heard that!” she calls out, the sink running.

Frowning, I shake my head at her good hearing. “How about you focus on getting ready and not on my private call?” I respond, holding a hand over the phone.

“Trouble in paradise?” Dimitri predicts, laughing.

“Don’t get married,” I murmur to him.

“Hmm. What did you call for?”

“Ah, any word on Dr. Perri? Her whereabouts?”

“She’s been tougher to track. She does have connections in New York, and I’ve heard mixed reports about where she might be. One of my team reported they saw her in Greenwich Village, another reported seeing her in Soho, but she is moving around.”

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