Page 20 of Captured By the Bratva

“I don’t…” She backed up as I stalked toward her. “I?—”

I grabbed her arms and turned her just as I finished getting my shirt off. Using it to twine her hands together, I secured her to the bedframe once more. Still standing, she stumbled to stay upright.

“Wait. No. I?—”

“You tell me who Emily is, and I’ll consider stopping.” I did the opposite, tearing her shorts and panties off her again. The faint twinge of the scent of her cream remained in the air, and I dragged in a deep breath as I kicked her feet to widen her stance.

“No. Ivan, please.”

I was done torturing myself with waiting. I wrenched her camisole up, and it split at the seams, revealing her back to me. All that smooth skin arched back as I reached between us and thrust my fingers into her pussy.

With how fast I’d come upon her, she wasn’t soaked—yet. But it wasn’t a rough slide in. Slick already, she sucked me in. Her head jerked back with a loud groan of surprise and desire.

“Who is Emily? Tell me.” I pistoned my fingers into her fast, punishing her for being so difficult. As she pushed back to me, I pushed my arm around her and took hold of her tit. Squeezing hard, I pinched the hard tip of her nipple.

Her loud cry was sweet music. And her pussy dripped more, coating my fingers as I hammered my digits into her with punishing speed.

“What are you hiding?”

She shook her head, wordlessly denying me any information.

“Where is Murphy hiding?”

Still, she shook her head, gasping at my brutal fingering as I dropped my pants and kicked them off.

“Nothing? You still won’t fucking talk?” I gritted my teeth, lifting her until I could slam my dick deep inside her. In one swift punch into her slippery entrance, I seated myself in her tightness.

Oh, fuck.

I closed my eyes, relishing this perfect squeeze for a moment and staying still to let the sensations of being gloved by her tightness wash over me.

“Ivan…” She struggled to catch her breath, teasing me with that husky moan of my name.

I dug my fingers into her breast, reveling in the exquisite feel of her everywhere. In front of me, wrapped around my dick, and filling my hand.

It wasn’t enough. I strained to wait and let her understand that I was in charge.

“Nothing to say?” I rasped, burning with the need to pound into her.

Her hair brushed against my face as she shook it no and canted her ass toward me.

I held her tight and pummeled her wet cunt. Over and over, thrusting so hard the headboard hit the wall. I had no toys. Only her hands were bound. But it would have to do.

“Tell me,” I demanded.

As she trembled, sweat dripping between us in a slick layer as our skin slapped together and rubbed hard, she whined. “I don’t. I don’t know anything!”

It was possible. And improbable. I wasn’t buying it that she was ignorant and unaware of something I could use to smoke Murphy out of wherever he was hiding.

What became crystal clear and undeniable was how much she wanted this. Hard. Fast. Urgent and brutal. Her pussy welcomed me in, pulling me in deep as she pushed her sweet ass against me and tried to meet me thrust for thrust.

She was caving, no longer protesting but rushing to come for me.

“Fuck.” I stepped forward, lifting my foot to the bed and forcing her head down. At this angle, I could pound into her harder and quicker, driving her body forward without stop. Shoving upward, I hit her just right, so deep in her pussy that she cried out louder.

Clutching her thigh, I wrapped her leg up and out of my way to spread her wide open. Her hair glistened and shone, golden among the auburn as the tresses shook and swung. I couldn’t see it, but one reach down confirmed her generous tits swayed and jiggled violently.

All she could do was hang her head down toward her bound arms and take it. And she did. She took every gritty, greedy bit of this hard fuck, moaning like a sex goddess and feeding my need to explode and soak her womb with my hot cum.

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