Page 33 of The Bratva's Prisoner Bride

I shuddered at his veiled threat, silently wondering just how brutal he intended to be. Swallowing hard, I felt as bothhands traveled up my thighs then, fingers eventually reaching the waistband of my relaxed bottoms.

My pulse quickened all the while he looked down at me with barely controlled lust all the while, he gripped the material and slowly pulled it down my thighs. Every inch was agonizing, keeping me on the edge of wanting and needing more.

But that hunger only seemed to inflame once he removed my pants, leaving me in my sweater and panties. His eyes dilated further at the sight and ghosted his hands along my thighs again. Apparently pleased by what he saw, he slowly parted my legs and crouched over the side of the bed. His dark eyes flicked up to me. “Arms above your head…I won’t ask again.”

The demand in his tone made me not want to question him, and instead, I complied. With the silk restraints tightly around my wrists, I moved them above my head, feeling incredibly exposed yet enticed by them.

“Good…” he praised, lowering his face closer to my thighs, words brushing against my sensitive skin. “Now, don’t move them until I tell you…or else this will only be more torturous for you.”

I swallowed hard, feeling the faint tremble of anticipation move through me while I wanted. My skin felt hot all over, burning in desperation for more.

Ivan’s pupils were blown wide as he reached forward and teased a finger beneath the waistband of my panties, slowly ghosting along my skin while he kissed my inner thighs with suspicious care. Moving in, sights set on what he wanted, his finger hooked the material over, revealing just how worked up he made me.

I could’ve sworn a deep, low sound of approval reverberated in the back of his throat while he took me in, teasingly putting the faintest pressure against my heat. Thesensation alone sent a jolt of pleasure through me while my breath hitched.

He chuckled lowly, just barely touching my wet flesh. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you liked being my prisoner, little wife…”

Paired with his agonizingly light touch, something about those words put together made my head spin. I swallowed against the dryness in my throat. “Please…”

“Please, what? Don’t be shy…”

Part of me wanted to snark at him for teasing me, but I bit my tongue. “…touch me. Do something…”

Through my heavily lidded gaze, I caught how his lips pulled in an obvious smirk. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Given how soaked this pussy already is for me.”

He took my breath away with his claim, well aware that he was perfectly correct. I whined the moment he found my clit and applied slightly more pressure, exploring me. With some reluctance, I gave him my breathless reply, “Yes…”

“What do you say?”

The taunting in his tone both irritated and aroused me to no end, and I squirmed. “Please…”

“That’s more like it,” he hummed before nipping at my inner thigh. “But, I’ll touch you as I wish, for as long as I want…no matter how you beg, I’m going to take my time.”

I tensed up at that, suddenly vaguely panicked at the thought of him making me wait. I just wanted him…I needed him and the pleasure he was holding above my head.

Ivan chuckled darkly at my response, leaning forward to breath his words against my aching clit. “Relax, prisoner…I’ll get there.”

After enduring more of his teasing, my breaths came out labored while the needy sounds escaped me shamelessly, feelingthe need to lower my arms and grab him…to make him give me what I wanted. But I couldn’t. I knew he would only make it worse like he claimed. He wasn’t bluffing, and I was already at the end of my rope.

With the faintest bit of kindness, Ivan shifted his finger and darted his tongue out to finally taste me. At the sound of my shocked inhale, he groaned, then enveloped my clit with his lips.

My eyes rolled back while my heart pounded, taking in that static pleasure while he rolled his tongue against it. Jaw slack, I heaved in those ragged breaths, already seeing stars behind my eyelids.

Enjoying himself far more than anyone dishing out a punishment should, Ivan carelessly pushed my sweater up to reveal my bralette-clad chest. His fingers shoved the material up, freeing my breasts before greedily pawing at them.

The added stimulation made my back arch, and I moaned, trying to feel even more of that addictive sensation.

“Jesus Christ…” Ivan mumbled against my heat before moving his tongue lower and licking over the rest of my burning flesh. He hummed, devouring me like I was his final meal before speaking again. “I hate how addictive you are…But I can’t stop.”

I didn’t want him to stop, either. Not while he was steadily pushing me closer to the edge.

Every ounce of resistance I had for him slipped away while those waves of pleasure coursed through me, heightening my senses to anticipate every touch. Eyes closed, I let myself soak it all in, getting even more worked up from the pressure of his tongue against me.

My thighs started to clench, feeling the buildup while he licked and sucked, not leaving an inch untouched. Despite howhe held my body against the bed, I squirmed beneath him, hips rolling with shallow movements to seek out even more friction.

It was all so perfect; I couldn’t get enough. He was consuming me entirely, inside and out. I’d be damned if I didn’t take advantage of it.

Forcing myself to keep my arms above my head, I writhed, moaning more consistently for him as I neared the brink.

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