Page 28 of Captivated By the Bratva

“Don’t back down,” I said into her ear as I grabbed her dress and shoved it up. Watching her reflection in the mirror, I fell into the intoxicating spell of her realizing what I meant.

“I like it when you fight back,” I said, trailing hungry kisses up her neck as I fisted her skimpy panties. One hard twist of my fingers removed the scrap of fabric. She gasped as I removed her panties, and when she opened her mouth to say something, I gripped her chin and turned her face toward mine.

I slammed my mouth over hers, too far gone under this desire to resist her. At the same time, I stepped to the side to kiss her deeper. It also gave me a chance to smack her delectable ass.

“Ah!” She broke the kiss, parting to wince at the hard slap to her rear.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me when you fight back?” I kissed her again, rubbing my hand over the buttery smooth skin of her cheek. Heat raised to the surface from that spank, and I relished the moan she couldn’t keep trapped in her throat.

She followed, chasing after my mouth when I reared back to gaze into her gorgeous, lust-filled eyes.

“Do you realize how much more I want to fuck the sass right out of you when you act like a brat?” I stepped behind her more, keeping one arm around her waist to make her stand right there and watch in the mirror. Then I spanked her. Hard. Twice. The sight of my red handprint on her cheek turned me on to the point of pain.

“Oh, fuck you. Fuck you, Maxim, ah?—”

Again, I spanked her, grinning at her glower in the mirror.

“You’re a bad girl, Nadia.” I slid my hand over her ass. At her crack, I traced my fingers down until I reached her entrance. Dripping wet. Warm and needy. Her pussy was begging for me, and I reveled in the fact that she liked me spanking her. Liked me being rough. “You like that?” I rubbed two fingers up and down her slick folds, nudging her open.

“I… You…”

I pulled my hand back out and smacked her ass again, winning the sexiest groan ever. Until the day I died, I’d remember the guttural, needy moan she just gave me.

“You’re such a bad little brat,” I reminded her. Rubbing her ass, soothing where I’d spanked her, I reached into my pocket for my knife.

“I’m not—” She hissed at another spank on the other cheek. As she hung her head and shivered, I cut the tie that connected her hands. As she trembled, leaning into me, I guided her arms forward and resecured her wrists with another tie. I’d only brought them to restrain her for transportation, if need be.

Now, I planned to use them for a naughtier kind of bondage.

Her brow furrowed as she noticed that I’d tied her to the top of a chair. Positioned in front of the mirror, it served as a solid anchor.

“Running away.” I shoved her dress up more before fingering her again. “Talking back.” I kicked at her feet until she widened her legs. She frowned but obeyed, standing with more access for me to pump my fingers in and out of her slick heat. She was tight, that warm suction and slippery cream…

As I backed up, holding on to her hips, I kept my gaze locked on hers. Angling her forward, I showed how I wanted her to literally bend over for me.

“Trying to resist,” I added, sliding another finger into her.

“Maxim…”

I spanked her, eying the redness on her cheeks. “You’re such a bad girl,” I repeated.

She moaned, whimpering as I brought a wet fingertip to her clit and rubbed circles around the tight bud.

“Ride my fingers, you brat. Show me how much you want it.”

She cried out in protest, but she did. Rocking her hips back and forth, she naïvely ground against my hand as I lowered my pants and boxers.

“Look at yourself, you dirty little slut,” I ordered.

I grinned as she lifted her face to gaze in the mirror. Her eyes were lidded with lust. Her lips remained parted, half in shock and half with need.

“You fucking bad girl. Teasing me. Wanting me.” I pulled my fingers out and notched myself at her dripping pussy. As I pushed only my cockhead in, I lifted my hand to lick her juices from my fingers. “Bad, bad girl. You know that, sweetheart?”

Lust overpowered me. I was high on desire, on this need to ram into her and show her how much she taunted me.

“No. I’m not…” she weakly protested.

I spanked her and slid in a little more. “You are. You’re a bad girl.” Another spank and a deeper push in. She cried out, music to my ears. “Engaged to another man.” I grabbed her hips and slammed in the rest of the way.

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