Page 68 of Virgin Bratva Prisoner

I guess I just needed to understand it all. I needed to see where he was coming from and why he did what he did. I had a small idea—but having him explain it to me and show me all of this—it means a lot to me.

At the sound of my laugh, Oleg turns quickly to look at me.

He has a small smile on his face, not wide enough to dimple his cheeks, but still gorgeous.

“I haven’t heard you laugh in days,” he says, forgetting about the coffee and walking over to me.

“I haven’t felt like laughing for days.” I shrug.

“I know. I really am sorry, Raisa.” He steps between my legs, wrapping his arms around my shoulders as I wrap mine around his waist.

He pulls me close to his body and holds me for a long time.

I press my head against his chest and listen to his heart beating—the rhythmic sound syncs with my own heart beat and I feel like I am safe, at home in his embrace.

After a while, he leans back and with his finger beneath my chin, he lifts my face towards his.

Leaning down, he presses his lips against mine and kisses me.

My heart begins to beat faster, my blood rushing and my skin tingling.

I hear his breathing become more intense as our kiss deepens.

He pushes my legs wider apart, holding me closer to him.

I moan softly against his lips.

Oleg lifts me off the desk so that I am standing against him. His cock is bulging against his pants, threatening to tear the seams open.

I tug at his belt, not caring that we are in his warehouse. The office seems private enough and I want him right now.

A low growl rumbles through him as I free his cock and wrap my hands around it.

Suddenly, he spins me around and from behind, he pulls my jeans open, yanking them down over my ass. He pushes me forward, bending me over the desk. I moan loudly when he strokes his cock over my pussy from behind me.

“You’re going to have to be a good girl for me, little flower. You have to stay quiet,” his deep voice warns me and sends a shiver down my spine.

I arch my back and thrust my ass towards him.

“I’ll be quiet,” I whisper.

He grabs my hips and slowly pushes his cock into my pussy.

My mouth opens and I have to hold back the cry of pleasure. Instead, I take in a sharp breath as he buries himself inside me.

Holding onto my hips, he begins to thrust, moving slowly at first, then building up speed and pushing in harder and harder.

My legs start to shake and I have to hold onto the desk to steady myself.

Oleg is moaning quietly behind me and the sounds are sending me over the edge.

I cry out, too loud, not able to stop myself. His hand clamps around my mouth as he pulls my back against him, pushing up into me with a hard thrust. I moan again—against his hand the sound is muffled.

I can feel him growing harder and my pussy is clamping down over his cock as I get closer and closer to orgasm.

“Are you going to come on my cock, little flower?” He whispers in my ear, his cock spreading me open every time he thrusts into me.

I moan a muffled response, but his hand is over my mouth still. It’s better this way because I know I can’t stay quiet.

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