Page 61 of Forced Bratva Hostage

I rose my brows, my lips curling into a faint grin. “Nothing?”

“It's a girl thing.” She laughed lightly, her sparkling eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Is that so?” I asked, my voice dropping to a husky whisper, taking gentle steps toward her.

“It is,” she replied, her tone low and sweet as she withdrew from me with an inviting look.

I approached her, watching as her chest rose and fell, her eyes shining with desire. She kept pulling away until her back rested against the wall, her tongue licking her lips.

“You wanna know what ‘girl thing’ I like?” I asked, halting in front of her, my hand placed on the wall behind her as I leaned closer, looking right into those expressive brown eyes of hers.

“Humor me,” she whispered, her voice shaking subtly, laced with pleasure.

My hand flew to her face, the back of my fingers gently brushing against her soft skin. Wren's body trembled at my touch, her breathing jagged as I ran my hand down her neck to her chest.

She bit her lip, battering her eyelashes at me, a beacon of ecstasy. My eyes dropped to her cleavage, drinking in the sight of her swollen breasts.

I caressed her tender globes, feeling the softness beneath my gentle squeeze. Wren's eyes widened in shock when my hand dared to travel down, settling over her mound.

She shot a quick glance toward the stairs, panting, her face shrouded with embarrassment. “The maids are right below us,” she whispered, her tone laced with caution and a hint of anxiety.

My fingers traced her thigh, exploring the region, thanks to the slit of her gown for allowing me this much access. A soft gasp escaped her lips when my hand went up her leg, grazing over her underpants.

She chuckled, her eyes darting toward the stairs for a fleeting moment before shutting to enjoy the feeling of my finger gliding into her pussy.

Despite her caution and anxiety, Wren was dripping wet, her body tensing with pleasure.

I savored her reaction as I gently slid my finger deeper into her entrance. She bit her lower lip, her face contorting in blissful ecstasy as she let out a series of soft moans.

I was already hard in my pants and wanted her so badly, but I wasn't going to rush this. Watching her swooning in passion was a sight I'd never get tired of.

“Someone…someone could see us, Afan,” she whispered, her voice dripping with desire and a glimmer of concern.

“I…don't…care,” I replied with the same tone, deliberately spacing the words out as I leaned to whisper into her ears. “Would you like me to stop?”

“No,” she moaned, shaking her head, her body tensing.

“You want me, don't you?” I leered mischievously, digging further inside her.

She arched her back against the wall, her hands flying into her hair as she nodded with closed eyes.

“I wanna hear you say it,” I whispered in her ear, increasing my speed between her legs.

“Oh, my God!” The words fell out of her mouth amidst moans, and she quickly covered her lips with her palm.

Wren nodded rapidly, locking her seductive eyes to mine, her chest heaving with pleasure.

“Say it,” I commanded, my voice laced with dominance as I held her gaze.

“I want you, Afan,” she confessed, purring softly.

“Good.” My face twisted into a sly grin, and I attempted to pull out my finger.

“No, no, no, no—don't.” Her words spilled out in a desperate whisper as she grasped my wrist. “Don't stop.”

I wore a self-satisfied smile as she inserted my finger back inside her.

“Kiss me,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

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