Page 74 of Innocent Bratva Hostage

I pulled away, rising to my feet and pushing him down onto the bed. Then I climbed on top of him and slid down on his cock until it was completely inside me.

We both groaned, and a shiver ran through me as our eyes met. A blush crept up my cheeks, but I didn’t let that stop me as I began to bounce on him, grinding back and forth until I could feel him deep inside me.

Andrei cupped my breasts, teased my nipples, and stroked my clit. His fingers dug into my ass, his growls growing more sensual.

A delicious tremor spread through my body, setting every nerve alight. I squirmed as my orgasm built, riding him faster and faster until I clashed against the tides of our climax.

Andrei growled, his fingers digging into my ass as he fucked me from beneath.

I slowed my pace, reeling in the aftershock, with my body trembling and my breath labored, and then I collapsed on top of him, jerking as his cock moved inside me.

“That was…intense,” I said, gasping for air.

He pushed my hair from my face and pressed a kiss to my cheeks. “You’re so perfect,solniskho.”

He flipped us over in one fluid motion so I was beneath him this time.

My eyes widened. “Are we…?”

“We’re just getting started,” he said with a grin, and then he buried his head between my thighs.

Chapter 25 – Andrei

The air was thick with the aroma of burning cigars, the low murmur of laughter and conversation blending with the shuffle of cards and the clinking of crystal glasses.

My fingers drummed idly against the felt-covered table, my gaze sweeping across my opponents.

They were all seasoned members of the Bratva with hands that were scarred from bloodshed and dark eyes that threatened death.

Antonio Morozov and Victor Volkov.

We were all cut from the same cloak—all three of us—bred with cruelty, brutality, and bloodshed. Different in many ways yet similar in more than one.

And at this table, every card we tossed was a matter of our pride. The joy that came with victory surpassed winning a war with a rival family.

I’d always been a good player, only lost a game a couple of times. My skills were unbeatable, and everyone here knew it.

But it was different tonight. Giselle’s presence made it different.

She sat on the edge of a leather chair across the room, her back straight and hands folded neatly in her lap. Her raven hair was slicked back into a neat bun, and she looked absolutely gorgeous in the fitted red dress she wore.

All eyes had turned in her direction when she stepped into the room moments earlier, and it took a clearing of my throat and me giving the men at the table a silent warning with my eyes before they took their lusty gazes off my wife.

I was the only one allowed to look at her, the only one allowed to lust after her. I didn’t mind putting a bullet through some of their skulls so the others wouldn’t dare to cross the line with what was mine.

“You’re distracted,” Antonio Morozov said, his dark eyes narrowing on the cards I was holding.

I leaned back, shifting my gaze from Giselle to him. I could still see her watching me from the corner of my eye, her brows furrowed with concern.

It was the first time she’d ever come to watch me play. Her presence was distracting, but I’d be damned before I lost a game with her here.

Because it wasn’t about me or my pride tonight; it was about her. I wasn’t going to let her down.

I rubbed my temple with my middle finger. “Distracted?” I chuckled lightly. “More like motivated.”

Antonio’s eyes widened as I pushed my entire stack forward. “What in fuck’s name are you doing, Yezhov?”

I smirked. “I’m all in.”

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