Page 29 of Captivated By the Bratva

She cried out louder as she took all of me. Seated and sucked into her hot grip, I spanked her twice again. “Fuck. Fuck, sweetheart.”

Moaning and pushing back into me, she wordlessly begged for more.

“Fuck.” I memorized the sight of her like this. Tied up. Bent over. Sucking my dick deep inside. “You’re engaged to another man, and look at how naughty you are.” I pulled out and slid back in, over and over again, as I rained smacks on her ass cheeks. “You’re so fucking bad. Engaged to him, and desperate for my cock. You want me to fill you?”

“Please don’t stop.”

“You want me to fuck you?”

She arched her back and ground back to me.

“You want me to pound your pussy even though you belong to another man, huh?”

“Ahh!” She cried out as I sped up. When she staggered on her feet, I grabbed both her hips.

I wouldn’t last. She’d tormented me from the first moment I saw her at that pub halfway across the world. It was only hours ago, not even a full day, since I caught her in my arms.

Yet, it felt like triple the time had passed. She’d infiltrated my mind. She’d latched on to my desire, feeding it with her own upspoken degree of need. I never gave any attention to stupid, sappy ideas like love at first sight or any immediate attraction, but Nadia proved it all could happen. That it had happened.

The instant I saw her, the first touch that we shared, I was committed to having her.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me now?” I growled, plunging myself into her tight hole. “Are you going to come for me, sweetheart?”

“Please. Oh, fuck. Maxim, please!”

She’d be the death of me. I was holding back, determined to savor every perfect second of her tight cunt wrapped around my dick like this. My balls tightened. The start of a tingle built in my spine. It was right there. Within reach. Any second now, and I’d lose the fight. I was so close to coming, it pained me to resist it.

“Come, Nadia. Show me how good it feels. Show me how much you like my cock stuffed in you.” I smacked her ass and thrust deeper yet.

“Ah!” She cried out harder, and I stared at the tears streaking over her cheeks. “Please,” she begged.

“Be my bad girl, sweetheart,” I growled, pounding into her so hard I knew she’d be bruised. “Milk me. Milk my cock as you come.”

She did. With exquisite pressure, clenching around me as the first flutters of her orgasm hit her, she broke apart. Sobbing, crying, and still incoherently begging for more, she came so strongly that I struggled to pump into her steadily.

“Fuck.” I squeezed my eyes shut, overwhelmed with the brutal need to flood her with my cum. I did. With a long, deep roar of satisfaction, I slammed into her twice more and soaked her pussy with my hot cum.

My knees shook. My dick continued to twitch a few more times as I emptied my load in her. Breathing hard, I held on to her hips and noticed the red marks from my fingers digging into her flesh.

“Holyfuck,” I said on a long exhale.

I hadn’t realized she’d go wild like that. That my telling her how bad she was would ramp up her desire. That spanking her ass would make her drip more.

She was wild, fierce, and bold, and not a frigid prude at all.

As I pulled out of her, I watched the glistening smear of our cum. Hers and mine. But that wasn’t all.

Redness coated my dick as I slipped out of her. Blood.

I’d taken her virginity, and anger snuck into the forefront of my mind.

She was a virgin.I’d fucked my fair share of women, including virgins. But Nadia… With her, I paused to consider the ramifications of what I’d done.

Was she pure and untouched because Gregory had forced her to remain a virgin for the old fucker who’d marry her?

Was she a virgin because she was saving herself for Lev?

It hardly mattered now. I’d plowed into her and claimed her. There was no taking that back or rewinding those last sordid, hot moments of rabid sex we’d just shared together.

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