Page 22 of Captured By the Bratva

"Ah! Yes!" I cry out, my body convulsing around his fingers as I climax. Stars burst behind my eyes, and I’m lost in the blinding pleasure for what feels like an eternity.

When I finally come down from the high, I’m left panting, my body weak and shaky. He withdraws his fingers, bringing them to his mouth to taste the evidence of my arousal. His eyes gleam with dark satisfaction.

"Such a good girl," he praises, leaning in to kiss me again, this time with reverence.

He pulls away, his fingers ghosting over my now-tender nipples, making me moan softly.

His eyes lock onto mine, daring me to look away. "Are you ready for this?" he asks, his voice a deep growl as he positions himself above me.

I nod, my heart pounding in my chest. "Yes."

He lowers his hips, aligning himself with my entrance. I tense, my breath hitching as I feel the pressure of his rock hard cock against my virginity. He pauses, giving me a moment to adjust.

"Relax," he whispers, his hands cupping my face. "Let me in."

Slowly, ever so slowly, he begins to push inside me. I cry out at the initial pain, my nails digging into his shoulders. He kisses me then, swallowing my cries, soothing me with his touch. Inch by inch, he fills me, stretching me, until I feel complete.

"Ah… ah!" I gasp, my body shuddering around him.

"Shh," he murmurs, brushing his lips against mine. "Just a little more."

With one final thrust, he breaches my barrier, taking my virginity with a finality that leaves me breathless. We both pause, savoring the moment, before he begins to move, pulling out almost completely, then thrusting back in with agonizing slowness.

"Tell me how it feels," he demands, his voice rough.

"It hurts… but I like it," I confess, my voice trembling.

He grinds his hips against mine, hitting a new angle that makes my toes curl. "Good girl," he praises again, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Now, tell me what you want."

I bite my lip, my mind clouded with sensation. "I want revenge," I murmur.

His eyes flare with lust. "And your wish will be granted."

The heavy warmth of his hands grips my hips, his fingers digging into my skin, sending jolts through my body. Each movement, each surge of his body against mine, leaves me breathless, clinging to him.

I moan, the sound escaping before I can stop it, and the way he reacts—a shiver running through him—only makes my pulse race faster. My body clenches around him, desperate, caught in this overwhelming need for release, every nerve on edge, alive.

The scent of his skin mixes with the traces of cologne, all of it blurring my thoughts, pulling me deeper. There’s nothing else now, only him, only this moment. I feel his breath against my ear, rough and heavy, his voice like gravel as he whispers, “Look at me.”

Slowly, I turn my head, meeting his gaze. Those piercing, intense eyes, filled with something dark and consuming, hold mine. I shiver, feeling both trapped and drawn in, as he studies me with an intensity that makes my skin burn.

“You’re mine,” he growls, his thumb brushing across my trembling lips, each word sinking in, claiming me. “Every inch of you, every cry, every scream. It’s all mine.”

I don’t want to let him see me break, don’t want him to see how much control he has, but my breath hitches, and I bite down on my lip, fighting against the tears that prickle at the corners of my eyes. He notices, of course, his gaze unrelenting, and somehow, it only seems to fuel his need, making him press deeper, driving me to the edge, making me his.

“Don’t you dare hide from me,” he murmurs, his voice a low, possessive whisper as he leans in, capturing my lips in a kiss that leaves me breathless, his mouth moving over mine with a fierce claim.

I taste him, feel him, all of him as he moves, as he takes every part of me. My hands find his shoulders, clinging, nails digging into him as I feel the tension coil tighter and tighter within me, overwhelming, impossible to hold back.

He quickens, each movement urgent, his strength overpowering, relentless. I feel my body respond, every nerve, every muscle tightening, my breaths coming in gasps as I lose myself completely in him.

My hand slides between us, finding my clit, easing the ache that demands my attention. And then, with a cry, I shatter, every sensation crashing over me, leaving me undone.

The sight of me falling apart beneath him, lost in the storm he’s created, seems to be his undoing. I watch as his face contorts, his jaw clenching, holding on for just a moment longer before he finally lets go, surrendering, pouring himself into me. His cock spurts, twitching, burying itself deep inside me.

My body relaxes into his, overwhelmed by the closeness, the rawness of what we’ve just shared.

For a moment, there’s only the sound of our breathing, raw and heavy, our bodies pressed together, the quiet aftermath settling over us like a heavy, comforting blanket. I feel his heartbeat against mine.

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