Page 60 of Forced Prisoner By the Bratva

His arms wrapped around my waist, and he pulled me to himself, his fingers pushing my hair behind my ear.

My body trembled at his gentle touch, and my breath caught for a moment. I could almost hear the sound of my heart pounding as I anticipated his response.

“Isn't it clear already that I feel something for you…something deep?” His soft tone and calm demeanor sent tremors down to my core.

“I just need you to say the words,” I urged, staring into those green eyes, which gazed back into mine. “I need to hear you say them.”

His grip around my waist tightened ever so slightly, and he pulled me closer, his groin against mine. “I'm not sure how you did it, but you, Tessa, have unlocked something in me. You've awakened a part of me that's been asleep for a long time.”

I felt my cheeks warm up at his soothing words, his fingers caressing my hair as he spoke, his eyes still locked on mine. My chest rose and fell with heavy breaths while the rest of the world seemed to melt around us.

“You make me feel a certain way, a way I've never felt before,” he said, pausing for a moment, his eyes boring into mine. “Recently, I came to the conclusion and the realization that what I feel for you is actually…love.”

My heart skipped at the sound of the word on his lips. It sounded weird coming from a brutal and uptight man like him, but it still worked its magic. My eyes widened at his confession, and a wave of passion stirred within me. I held his gaze and studied his countenance to find even a glimpse of insincerity or dishonesty. Fortunately, I couldn't find any.

His voice was laced with conviction, like he actually believed what he’d just said, and his expression softened in a way that filled me with gladness.

“Do you mean it?” I asked, my tone barely above a whisper, seeking more clarity.

“Cross my heart,” he replied, demonstrating with his hands.

“And I love you,” I replied, my heart pounding like a freaking drum.

It had been months since we had sex, and now it was like all of that pent-up desire came rushing back at once. Subtly, my thighs brushed against each other in response to the tingling sensation between my legs.

As I stood before him, holding his intense gaze, a sudden heat overwhelmed me, rapidly spreading across my body. It was like my legs had turned to jelly, unable to carry my weight.

In his eyes was a glaring desire that burned so bright, betraying his usual composure. It was clear as day that he wanted me as much as I wanted him, and right now, there was absolutely nothing holding me back.

He moved his waist, brushing his erection against my thighs. I felt my body shudder at the familiar feeling that always affected me, and I was already super turned on. My breath was stuck in my throat, and breathing became ragged and difficult.

My entire body was trembling, and beneath the heat wave was a kind of cold that made my lips tremble. I felt my heart burning with desire, and my longing for him grew stronger by the minute.

His fingers dug into my shoulders in a massaging motion that left me vulnerable. His eyes told the story of a horny man in desperate need to get laid.

I was so fucking wet, and at that moment, I didn't crave sensual sex; I didn't want to be made love to. No. Strange, but what I wanted was to fucked like a bloody whore. It was almost like I was losing myself, like I was a bad bitch ready to be nasty.

The good girl in me wanted to hold back, but that bad girl wouldn't let her. I wanted to go wild, to free the animal for once and experience hard, maybe rough, mind-blowing sex. It was what I wanted at the moment. It was what my body craved.

My husband was more than capable of performing the task. But why hadn't he taken me yet? Maybe he was waiting for instructions.

I grabbed his hand and whispered, my voice soft and slutty, “What're you waiting for, big guy?” I lowered his hand down between my legs, my body quivering subtly. “Fuck me.”

His lips twitched at a corner, a hot smirk lighting up his face.

“Fuck me like you know you want me,” I added as his hand went up the hem of my nightgown.

He grabbed a handful of my hair with his free hand and tugged it down, forcing my head to jerk upward.

“Yessss!” The word tumbled out of my mouth. “Don't you fucking hold back on me,” I said, my voice stern and seductive.

Within seconds, his lips crashed against mine, and he kissed me fervently, his tongue sliding into my mouth. I felt my organs coming back alive, and every molecule in my body, every cell, reacted to his touch.

A flame of passion ignited within me, and the more his finger thrust into my wet entrance, the more I craved his cock. Our passion burned so bright it threatened to consume us both.

My pussy was so wet that it stretched to accommodate two of his fingers at once. “Oh, fuck yes!” I cried out, feeling the intensity of his moves.

With a fiery look in my eyes, I broke our kiss, my fingers ripping his buttons apart, sending them splattering across the floor.

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