Page 34 of The Bratva's Prisoner Bride

With the addition of his fingers skillfully pumping inside me, I was a goner…ready for that bliss ahead.

But with the tremble of my thighs, he pulled back. My heat was suddenly absent of all pressure and sensation while I opened my eyes. That emptiness made my brows furrow.

Ivan chuckled at my questioning expression, pulling back with his hands gliding up and down my legs. He stood over me, teasing my bare flesh. “You don’t get to come…not yet.”

Despite the pleasure, it really was torture.

Panting, I couldn’t hold back my almost hurt expression. Goosebumps rose from my skin at the lingering sensations inside me, left unfulfilled and wanting still.

“Please…”

He grinned and wrapped his fingers around my thighs before yanking me closer to the edge of the bed, letting me feel the hard bulge through his trousers. It strained with his pent-up need that gleamed in his eyes. “You ask so cutely…it almost makes me feel bad for you.”

The brief friction pulled a shiver from me, and as much as I wanted to fight against him, my mind was too far gone—tainted with the need for release.

Growing impatient, I wriggled against him, causing Ivan to bite back a moan as his eyes fluttered shut for a moment. He forced out a breath and couldn’t resist the urge to grind against me.

“Fuck…” he muttered, faltering from my testing movements.

The inner battle he seemed to fight was evidently a losing one, while he growled low in his throat before grabbing his belt and swiftly undoing it. His zipper followed with a sharp hiss, then his clothes rustled as he shook them off.

Once he was left only in his dark briefs, I marveled over his sculpted body, wishing I could touch and taste every inch of him, but my hands were still bound above my head. The sight of him alone was enough for me to forgive my denied orgasm.

“You’re the bane of my existence,” he muttered, shoving his boxers down and allowing his enraged length to spring free before taking it in his hand. He shivered at the contact, gave himself a light stroke, then slid his cock against my need.

I shuddered again, gasping at the raw friction while he moved himself through my arousal.

“But I need you…” Ivan admitted before nudging my begging entrance.

All breath and sound cut off from my throat the moment he pressed in, easing his hips forward. The further he pushed and the more I stretched for him, the more pleasure tore through me.

Once he bottomed out, I whimpered and drew in a deep breath. He dropped his face to hover right above mine, letting his groan fan my lips. Just as needy and demanding as I felt, he crashed his lips against mine.

We both groaned into the kiss while he filled me so completely, letting us remain like that for a moment before he wrapped my leg around his hip to find a better angle and gripped my waist.

With the deep and sensual withdrawal and consequent roll of his hips forward, my eyes squeezed shut, and I couldn’t do anything but take in how incredible he felt. How easily he filled me to the brink.

He was going to make me crazy…

It didn’t take long for that animalistic need in him to take over as Ivan picked up the pace, using my leg as leverage while he thrust into me. The unshakable need in his predatory gaze was only proven through his almost mean movements, unable to hold back.

He grunted at the way I arched for him, somehow managing to obey his demand to keep my hands up. His dark lashes framed his equally dark eyes while he looked down at me, not bothering to savor the moment—we were both far too gone already.

Any fight or desire I had for control was utterly gone, and I let him do whatever he wanted. Whatever he needed.

I just wanted more of him…all of him and the delicious pleasure he pumped into me.

Right as that pressure started to build in me all over again, Ivan, struggling with his nearly non-existent restraint, dropped my leg before grabbing my hips and turning me over.

I pulled in a breath at suddenly being empty again while he adjusted me on my hands and knees against the bed, somewhat clumsy from my wrists being bound. But he grabbed at the restraints, yanking them forward to make me do the same until I dropped into a low arch.

My pulse pounded in my ears while I felt him looming over me, bed dipping with the adjustment of his weight. Once he pushed my legs apart, opening me up for him again, I shivered.

“No matter how you try to fight me…how you try to escape me, you never will,” Ivan muttered, lining himself up again before shoving back in, filling me with ease, making me cry out. Swallowing back a groan, he leaned into my backside and grabbed at my restrained wrists again, pinning them above me. His words tickled the shell of my ear. “You’re mine…my prisoner, my wife, my doll to break and put back together as I wish…”

A loud moan served as my response once he resumed his rough movements, using his free hand to pin my hip against him. I could feel every sinful drag of his length inside me, bullying his way between my fluttering walls.

He groaned his approval and gave in to that animalistic need to claim me completely while he squeezed my wrists and put every ounce of frustration into his thrusts.

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