Page 66 of Captured By the Bratva

“Yes. Yes.” I panted, my need to come apart so blindingly bright that I thought I’d pass out.

“I’m gonna flood your cunt with my cum and you’re going to take it all.”

I cried out, overwhelmed with his filthy talk and the abrasive pushes on the wood. His penis impaled me, sheathing inside my slick walls, and I couldn’t hold on much longer. He was too thick, too fast, pushing into me and upward in just the right way that I splintered into a thousand pieces of bliss.

“Ivan!” Wetness dripped down my cheeks. Tears of joy couldn’t be held back as he thrust in twice more and came right after me. My orgasm wasn’t short. With waves of pleasure as our combined juices squelched out of me, I went lax and let the sensations course through me. The fullness of him embedded sodeep. The tug of his fingers on my legs as he kept me close. The friction of his hairy thighs as my ass rested against him.

I couldn’t move because he still held on to me. And I didn’t want to, either. He’d fucked me so hard and fast, I could only try to breathe and recover from the intensity, from the suspense of wanting to explode on him.

He slipped out once he staggered to lie over me. His head rested on my chest, rising and falling with my quick breath. Together, we rested and came down from the high of a quick, much-overdue fuck. Without words, skipping anything sweet and tender, we simply stuck there together, sated and depleted of energy after snapping that tension simmering between us.

He’d wanted to show me that I could trust that he wanted me for good. Even though that was just sex, physical, I felt the determination in every moment of his touch.

I ran my hand over his head, stroking his hair back, and sighed.

Finally, he stood, wincing at the awkward slump over the table. Still without speaking, he offered me a hand to help me sit up, then to stand.

As he checked my back and legs for scrapes and splinters from the wood, I held on to him and felt our cum slipping out of my pussy. It dribbled on the insides of my thighs, and I staggered toward the sink for some paper towels.

I couldn’t believe I caved. And I was stunned that I still wanted more. It seemed I would never get enough of him, and I tried to let that idea fade away. He said he wanted me, and I had no reason not to believe him. He may never be a man of many words, but he sure as hell proved his feelings through his forceful actions.

“Dom was never here?” he asked after we cleaned up near the sink.

He’d pulled his pants on, and I paused in the process of buttoning the remaining closures on my dress.

“What?” My heart iced over.

“Dom.” He glanced at me. “Was Dom ever in here?”

I’d already told him that he never came here. Was he implying that I fucked men in this studio all the time? Ivan was the only man I’d ever let in here. This was my private, personal space that mattered to me, and it had felt so special sharing it with him, letting him see me for who I really was as I dared to take that chance of opening up to him.

“What the hell?”

All the warm glow of having sex with him and believing his words about wanting me for good faded. My mood vanished. A cold anger replaced it.

“I told you he wasn’t here. Dom wasn’t in my life like that.”

I’d never wanted to sleep with him, and I hated that Ivan could be insinuating that I had. His question made me bristle. He’d asked because that was all he needed from me. All he wanted from me—information about his enemies.

I was a moron to fall for his sweet words and think that he was telling the truth when he said he saw a future with me and Emily.

I will never fucking learn.A man could promise me the world and I’d be a sucker, so desperate for a better life.

All Ivan wanted was intel, and he could be bothered to slow down for a quick fuck along the way to getting it.

“Let me get this straight. You fucked me to loosen me up so I’d give you information you still think I’m withholding from you.”

He scowled. “No. That’s not it at all.”

“The hell it isn’t.”

“Fuck this bullshit, Becca. I didn’t. All I care about doing is figuring out what I’m missing before you or anyone else gets hurt.”

I stared at him as he smoothed down his shirt, wishing I could know whether he was telling the truth. I believed him when he said he wanted me. I felt the evidence of his arousal and how determined he was to make me come.

Then why did he have to jump right back to asking me about Dom?I didn’t understand, and for the drive back to the vacation villa, I lingered in a twisted sense of dread and confusion.

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