Page 30 of Innocent Bratva Hostage

He rose to his feet with a triumphant smile on his face. “I love how you screamed my name when you came, baby.” His lips crashed against mine, the taste of my juices mixing with the taste of whiskey still on the tip of his tongue.

I kissed him back desperately as I gasped for breath.

He was still fully dressed in his suit, much to my dismay. I tugged against his tie, unknotting it and tossing it to the floor before ripping his suit jacket off.

He grinned against my lips and pulled away from our kiss. “Naughty girl.”

I swallowed and bit down on my lips. “I’m only this way with you.”

He cupped my cheeks and ran his finger along my lips. “I’m sure you are. How about we take this upstairs?”

I nodded. “But….”

He cocked a brow. “But?”

“I haven’t done this before,” I muttered, breaking eye contact. Who would believe I was still a virgin at twenty-two?

His grin grew wider. “Don’t worry. I’ll take it easy on you, I promise.”

He lifted me bridal style and carried me to his room.

Andrei’s space was always tidy and organized. A pristine set of white bedsheets adorned the bed, accompanied by four pillows in matching covers and a cozy white blanket.

I wondered if he had the maids change them every morning.

As he lowered me gently on the bed, my gaze darted to the bulge in his pants, and my cheeks warmed. He was hard, and I could tell it was big from the imprint on his pants.

He undressed, and his cock sprung free.

I looked away, gasping for breath. I was right; he was freaking big, and that was going to be a lot to take in.

He crawled right on top of me with a dark glint in his eyes and a smirk that made me forget how to breathe. He was gorgeous to look at, even with all that iciness and muscles. He looked like he was better off walking a runway than being in the mafia

“Why are you looking away,solnishko?” he asked, sliding his hand under my ass and squeezing it.

I lifted my hips, and we both groaned as my arousal crashed with his erection. A deep ache settled in my core. “I need you inside me, Andrei.”

His jaw clenched, and he leaned in, kissing down my throat and pressing his hard, warm dick to my entrance. “Beg.”

“Please,” I begged. I was desperate, and I didn’t care about anything else at that moment.

His dick lingered on my entrance for a moment, and then he slowly pushed inside me.

A scream burst from my throat as I felt my insides stretch painfully. I grasped his arms, my nails digging into his flesh as I clutched tightly.

He paused, peering at me with genuine concern. “I’ll stop if it’s too painful.”

I shook my head, wanting to get it done and over with. “No, don’t stop. Please, just fuck me.”

He hesitated, and then he entered fully with one deep plunge of his hips.

My eyes watered, and I could feel the trickle of blood down my thighs. That was it; I’d given my virginity to a man I should feel nothing but hatred for.

I had a feeling I was going to regret this, but tonight, I just wanted to drown in this bliss. To revel in every spark I felt with him.

His lips brushed against mine, teasing, before he finally claimed them in a slow, intoxicating kiss. His thrusts were slow and sensual, the pain I felt blending with pleasure.

I wrapped my legs and arms around him, grinding my waist to meet his pace.

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