Page 33 of Pregnant Bratva Virgin

Emily plays at giving me a horrified glance, but after a few seconds, she moves. Good.She’s got brattiness inside her, and will probably still challenge me, but I vow to tame that trait in her. I’ve got the right tools to sway her.

There’s a smile playing on her sweet and tasty mouth, and her playing hard to get won’t last long. I walk behind her, the trail of her scent intoxicating me, but I’m not ready for her sassy comeback as we head into my bedroom.

“Just because you run companies and evade the law, it doesn’t mean you run me, Ryurik. Don’t forget, I’m carrying your child,” she reminds me, a touch of spite laced in her tone. Instantly, my cock rises. This is why I want her to be my wife. She’s not as afraid of me as I think she is.

I cut the distance between us, tipping up her chin to me. “Don’t play at hating me. It’s not as cute as you think it is. You want me, like I want you,” I tell her, dipping to nibble on her earlobe, her body shivering in response. Her full breasts squish against my body, as I drag her close, dropping my hand to cup her full ass.

“I should fucking arrest you,” she says breathily. My official resignation day hasn’t come and gone yet.I hate you,”she lies under her breath.

Chuckling, I bend, kissing her open mouth, enjoying the display of her seductive fire and unbuttoning her pajama shirt slowly, fascinated by her as it drops to the floor.

“Then let’s have make-up sex,” I growl, helping myself to holding the weight of her breast in my palm, skimming my thumb over her hardened nipples. The lack of light in the room soothes us both as I explore, excited to have her in my bed permanently. “Does that mean you want to be on top?” I offer in suggestion as she sighs into my touch.

“What are you doing to me?” she pants, her caramel eyes questioning through the room’s dimness as I slip her pajama top and bra all the way off.

“I’m seducing you, isn’t it obvious?” I let my hands run through her curled brunette locks, taking my time.

“You’re lying about Willy,” she states, running her greedy hands over my chest. I murmur, kissing her mouth, my cock growing harder as I kiss from shoulder blade to breast.

“No. I’m not.”

“Ryurik.” Her whisper ignites the fire I’ve been holding inside as I lick more, making her forget about her loyalty to the force. Now she’s loyal to me. The Bratva. Emily feels like everything right. A potent flash of red-hot desire rushes through my veins, igniting with passion as I enclose Emily’s full breast in my mouth. I ravish one, listening to her moan, before moving to the other one, licking and flicking while her eyes watch the show.

Emily finds the tail end of my shirt, hungrily yanking it up over my head.

“You might as well take this off. You need to be naked for this arrest,” she confirms roughly, her pity-pouting gone, replaced with our clingy thirst to merge with one another. “We’re married.” There’s a finality in her tone, but I’m too wired to focus on it.

“Yes. Married,” I murmur. The prospect of settling into life with Emily sounding better than expected to me. Her hands immediately unbuckle my belt, dropping my pants. I’m surprised again by Emily’s rawness, a side I imagined she displayed as a detective, but not like this—not in the bedroom.

I’m thinking I should hold myself back, but it’s not the mode Emily’s in. She takes over pushing me lightly in the chest to the queen bed, and I let her, enjoying it. She laughs rolling,and pinning me on my back, my hard pre-cum glistening head waiting to enter her, but instead she gives me the gift of her juicy mouth, slurping on my cock, drawing out the stress as I watch her ambitious lips take in as much of me as she can. I groan low in my throat, enjoying the warm tingles flowing through the tip. This is an arrest of the best kind.

I keep my hands on Emily’s head, my cock disappearing in and out of her mouth. Pleasure mounts, and I restrain her from making me come, but she’s left me on red, coming up just in time to spread her round cheeks over my cock and bounce down on me, her breasts rhythmically moving in tune.

Her hair flies around her face, and with the way she’s moving, I think it’s an anger and frustration she’s releasing, but I match her pace, the wedding night not turning out like I thought it would. I like every part of it, lost in awe as I grip her ass and she grits her teeth, wanting the hard, fast coming.

“Yes! Ryurik. I’m close.”

“I didn’t know you were like this,” I groan, mid-pant as her hips groove aggressively. She’s the best type of distraction with her alluring, “curves in the right places” body.

“Not the wedding night you planned, is it?” she asks, her brown eyes sparkling as she takes charge, a fine sheen of sweat on her brow. I want to laugh, but Emily’s hard grinding, has me tinkering close to the edge, and I’m barely concentrating on holding on.

“No. You’re a hellcat, and I like it. You’re not scaring me,” I respond with a growl as she pants, the bounce of her breasts increasing as I grip, digging into her flesh, pulling her cheeks further apart, and taking control flipping her over while she laughs.

“Couldn’t help yourself, could you?” She grins in challenge, but I smile, thrusting deeply into her pussy’s warmth, wanting to lose myself in her. I wrap her legs around my back, pumping into her, timing myself as I finger her clit. Closing my eyes I join her, hissing as I let go of everything, floating out to sea with her on a sharp, intense wave of orgasm, both of us crashing into shore together.

Panting, but exhilarated, I fall back, never having felt such a deep connection with a woman before, even if we did start on tainted ground. “Fuck. That was—”

“Intense?” she offers, splaying a hand over my sweaty chest.

“Yes. There’s a word. You’re not going to make this easy, are you?”

“No. Never. I’m a Chicago detective; remember that.” And I watch as Emily peels the covers back, heading to the bathroom, and all I can do is watch in amazement.

Chapter Nineteen - Emily

We’re getting along well enough to be newlyweds, but I’m not completely at ease. Folding my jeans, I slide them into the spacious drawer of my huge walk-in closet. Willy Dee a traitor. I frown, exhaling loudly. I can’t reconcile it. But now… I’m in too deep, and I can’t resist Ryurik, no matter how hard I try. What was harder was when I got my phone back, but calls where only coming from Jackson, Milton, Brady, and Jeff. They wrongly assumed I was working from home.

When are you coming in?

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