Page 130 of Bratva Butcher

“Fuckingplease,” he all but snarled at me.

“Take me, Butcher.”

He didn’t hesitate. He lunged forward and thrust inside me. It was hard, rough, with a slight burn of pain and it made me moan, long and low. He moved instantly, rutting into me with harsh, frantic movements, and it felt fucking amazing.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he grunted into my ear. His teeth latched onto my neck in a savage bite.

“Ah, fuck,” I cursed.

He pulled back immediately. “Sorry, sorry.”

I gripped his head and shoved it back into my neck. “No. More. More,” I begged. “I like it.”

He groaned. “You’re fucking perfect.” He ravaged my neck with a mixture of bites and kisses. It was like he couldn’t get enough. Like he had to mark me everywhere. Touch his lips to every inch of my skin.

He gripped my hair and pulled my head back roughly before taking my lips in a savage kiss, his tongue plunging into my mouth.

“Mmm. Yeah. Squeeze my cock. Nice and tight. Yeah. Fuck yeah.” His words switched to Russian, and I had no idea what he was saying except that he was saying them with earnestness, his words coated in pleasure, his hips smacking into mine over and over again.

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed around us, mixed beautifully with his masculine groans. He pushed up onto his knees, spread my legs even wider apart and fucked me ruthlessly while he watched my tits bounce up and down.

“Come for me, Autumn.”

My skin burnt, my orgasm just outside of my reach. I could feel it, right there. His cock feltsogood, my pussy fucking drenched and throbbing, and yet, I couldn’t get there. I needed more.

“Come for me, Autumn,” Dimitri repeated, his hips powering forward in savage thrusts.

“I…can’t,” I moaned, arching into him. “I need…”

“What? What do you need?”

I shook my head. Men judged kinks. Even Mafia men. He wouldn’t understand. He’d want to stop-

“Tell me,” he demanded, fucking me harder. “Tell me.”Thrust.“Tell me."Thrust. "Tell me what you need—”

“Blood,” I blurted out.

He stopped moving and arched a surprised eyebrow at me. A sinfully dark smirk curled on his lips. He reached for my knife on the bed, and cut a line across his chest with zero hesitation. It wasn’t a deep cut that would require stitches, but it was deep enough that blood started to trickle down his abs.

My pussy clenched, pleasure spiralling down my spine.

He resumed his thrusting, his cock hammering into me over and over again. Flipping the blade in his hand, he offered me the hilt. “Cut me wherever you fucking want. Write your name into my skin, for all I care. That shit turns me on,” he grunted, moving faster and faster.

“You don’t…have…to do this,” I panted. The pleasure was so intense that I could barely breathe, but I also started to feel guilty. It was a chat we should have had before. I didn’t want to pressure him—

“Hey.” He gripped my face and forced me to look him in the eyes. “I’m not the kind of man who does things he doesn’t want to do. You want blood?” He ran his hand across his chest and then smeared the blood onto my face. I moaned, my tongue falling out of my mouth. “Take mine. It belongs to you anyway.” He kissed me savagely. “Now, fucking come for me.”

He fucked me like some wild, feral beast, never slowing down, never losing momentum. I grabbed the knife from him and held it to his throat. He pounded into me faster, breathing harder. I ran the tip down his neck and applied a small amount of pressure, a small pool of blood emerging. He groaned, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

Hedidlike it.

Currents of white-hot, blistering ecstasy hit me out of nowhere, and I screamed, my orgasm smacking me right in the face. It was all too much, the feel of his cock ramming into me, his sounds of pleasure, his body, his blood… It all sent me torpedoing to the best climax I’d ever had.

Dimitri didn’t stop. He kept going like a man possessed, his deep, masculine, grunts ricocheting around the room. His thrusts turned wild, frantic, his muscles bulging, veins throbbing in his neck. He smashed his lips onto mine and moaned long and deep as he emptied himself inside me.

His whole body collapsed on top of me, and I sucked in a wheezy breath. “Heavy. Heavy.”

He groaned, shifting half of his weight off me. His arm curled around my waist and then he just lay there, his head resting in the crook of my neck.

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