Page 25 of Brutal Bratva King

Although, all of the anger seems to actually be frustration because I so badly want to fuck her.

I toss the towel aside and march through to my bedroom, pulling the covers back I fall down onto my bed in a foul mood.

I stretch my arm above my head and stare at the ceiling for a moment before I close my eyes. I just need to go to sleep. Tomorrow is a new day. I’ll forget this bullshit and I won’t fall for it again.

But with my eyes closed, all I can see is her and my cock starts getting hard again.

“Oh, for fuck's sake,” I mutter under my breath.

I shove the pillow over my face, hoping it will help, but it doesn’t.

I can’t stop obsessing over her. My body is struggling to let go of the idea of being with her.

After a while, trying to fight against it, I give in and just let all of the incredibly raw images of her body flood my thoughts.

My cock goes rigid, rock hard and throbbing.

I grab my shaft tightly and begin to thrust my hand back and forth, imagining myself bending her over the kitchen counter and dipping my fingers inside her to feel how wet she is.She’s so ready for me. I slip my finger beneath her lace panties and yank them to the side, her dress is already hitched up over her ass and her round, full ass cheeks are arched up towards me.

I pull my fingers out of her and rub the tip of my cock against her pussy. She moans and pushes back against me.

“Do you want this, princess?” I growl.

“Please, Rodion, please fuck me,” she begs, looking over her shoulder at me, her eyes wide and bright and flooded with desperation.

I push my cock into her pussy, slowly, letting it stretch her tight little pink hole open—inch by inch, the pleasure waves through me and she shudders, crying out.

I am deep inside her and her pussy is pulsing over my cock.

I pull out and thrust into her again.

Fucking her, faster and harder, her hips slam against the kitchen counter and I grab them to hold her steady. She is gasping and moaning each time I move inside her. She has her back arched high towards me to allow me as deep inside her as possible.

She feels like a goddess, my goddess.

It doesn’t take long before her legs are shaking so badly she can hardly stand. I fuck her even harder, wanting her to know that I own her. She is mine.

My body shudders with pleasure as I explode.

Chapter 8 - Anya

I brush the knots from my hair with a little too much vigor and end up yanking my hair hard. “Ouch,” I say loudly to myself. I need to calm down.

Forcing myself to slow down, I brush the rest of my hair out at a much calmer pace, not torturing myself, just trying to get ready.

I’m in such a bad mood. It’s been a week since that disaster of an evening and I am still agitated and annoyed about what happened between Rodion and I.

The only relief I have is that he has been really busy working in his home office almost this entire week, so I’ve been spending time alone most of the days—not forced to face him. And my own embarrassment.

Why should I be embarrassed though?

He’s the one who stopped.

Wrapping my hair into a messy high bun, I sigh at my reflection in the mirror.

“Whatever,” I say, annoyed.

Grabbing my phone off the bathroom counter, I shove it into my pocket. I wonder what he’s been working on all week.

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