Page 69 of Innocent Bratva Twins

“By keeping me a prisoner? By dragging me from a restaurant like I’m a child being punished for breaking somestupid rule? I’m an adult woman, Nico. I’m my own person. I make my own choices for my own life. I don’t belong to you.”

I press my lips together, fighting with her is not making anything better. I’m only getting angrier, more heated, more frustrated.You should belong to me. You do belong to me.

“Why can’t you just do as you’re told, Sera?” I ask tightly.

Sera storms over to me and hits me hard in the chest. It doesn’t hurt me at all, but her expression tells me she might have hurt her own hand.

“Let me go!” she shouts in a rage.

I shake my head. “No,” I snap. “I can’t do that. And if you don’t understand why, then that’s on you. Not me.”

She swings her arm to hit me again and I grab her wrist. As soon as I lock her down, she starts kicking and fighting and shouting louder.

“You’re not the one in control here, Sera,” I say, lifting her off her feet and dropping her onto the sofa on her back so that I can use my entire body to pin her down and stop her from doing this. She’s going to hurt herself if she doesn’t stop. Why can’t she see that everything I’m doing is for her own good?

I grab both of her wrists and pin them above her head by wrapping one hand around them. She kicks out and I push her leg to the side, using my weight to hold her down.

She cries in anger, frustrated with me to no end. Her hair has fallen loose around her shoulders. Her eyes are wild and dark. She’s fighting hard, and she’s so fucking sexy my cock has gone rigid against her.

My breath is tight as I stare down at her.

I want to fuck her so badly.

I want to take her, make her see that I own her.

The moment she feels my cock her eyes flare.

We stare at each other, our breathing heavy, my mind racing. Don’t do this, Nico. Control yourself—

Until I kiss her.

My lips crash against hers and I rock my body, thrusting my hips forward to push my cock against her.

The moment I kiss her, my mind goes completely silent. The racing thoughts disappear. It’s only her. There is nothing else.

She spreads her legs wider and returns the kiss with the same urgency I give it. She tilts her hips forward, moaning against my mouth, the anger turning to a wild and burning lust that is consuming both of us.

Without letting go of her wrists, one hand still locked tightly around them, I reach down and tug my pants open, freeing my cock.

My body is screaming in desperation. Every nerve ending is on fire.

She pushes her tongue into my mouth, and I taste the wine, her passion, her rage and her frustration.

I hook my finger in her panties and rip them from her body in one sharp tear. She cries out in fright, but the moment I press my cock against her soaking wet pussy she falls silent, holding her breath, anticipating the pleasure she is about to feel.

I thrust forward and my cock slides into her tight, perfect little pussy. She bucks up against me, tilting her head back. I bury my face in her neck and start pounding into her. There is noslow romance, there is no savoring the moment or the sensation—there is only raw, savage, urgent need.

Each time I slam my cock inside her she cries out with pleasure, and each time I push deeper I forget that there was ever anything to worry about. I forget about it all. All that matters is her lying beneath me, her body against mine, my cock inside her. Those beautiful little sounds that are slipping from her lips.

I move, rocking back and forth, the pleasure flooding us both, intensifying. I am overwhelmed with emotion, drowning in love for this girl who came into my life so unexpectedly.

This girl that I want to save.

I can’t lose her.

The world cannot be so cruel to give me someone so perfect and then take her away from me.

My cock pushes deeper, stretching her open as she wraps her legs around my waist.

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