Page 47 of Pregnant Prisoner By the Bratva
“Then shut up the fuck up and just….” I was still talking when his sudden thrust cut me off, forcing a moan out of me.
He slammed me from behind—hard, fast, and relentless. His groin slapped against my ass, loud and sharp as he pulled on my hair.
I didn’t realize how much I missed him until now, how much I missed his cock deep inside me. Damn, he rammed me so hard my eyes turned white, fingers tugging on the sheets beneath me.
Each stroke was harder than the last, deeper and more vigorous—almost like he was punishing me. Worst part was, I liked it. I enjoyed every bit of it.
“God, I hate you!” I declared, my voice barely above a whisper. “I hate how good you are at ruining me.”
“That moan doesn’t sound like hate.” He thrust deeper.
I moaned again. Even louder this time. “Don’t flatter yourself. I’m the one letting you do this.” My voice trailed off, breasts bouncing back and forth.
His waist expertly ground behind me, sending tremors across my body. He slowed down a bit, as if to catch his breath, his fingers molding my ass.
“You don’t get to be gentle now,” I said. “You weren’t gentle when you stole my freedom. Or is this all the monster has left?”
He pulled my hair backward. “You got a sharp tongue, don’t you?”
“You’re damn right I do,” I snarled, pushing back into him.
His laugh was dark, his hand spanking my ass again—sharp, possessive, loud in the quiet.
Yulian positioned himself properly behind me, his grip firm on my hair as he fucked me harder than I’d ever been fucked in my entire life. I squeezed against the sheets, moaning so loudly that I feared the whole mansion must’ve heard me.
I forced my head out of his grip and buried my face in the pillow before me, my legs trembling in ecstasy.
Yulian wouldn’t stop; he rammed harder and faster, like he was trying to teach me a lesson.
I slipped my hand down, running my palm over my throbbing clit. “Oh, fuck, yes!” My heart was swelling with desire, my toes curling as a sweet sensation sprinted down my spine. “God, I’m gonna come!” I announced, eyes rolling backward.
Still, he didn’t stop. But his primal growl signaled his arrival.
Next thing, my dam exploded at the same time he released his essence deep inside me, thick and warm. My body convulsed, legs shuddering as I pulled away and dropped to the mattress, shaking like a fuckin’ leaf.
He collapsed by my side, breathless, eyes staring blankly into space.
I panted like I’d just run a marathon, my heart jumping in my chest. A wave of satisfaction washed over me, and I couldn’t help the smirk on my lips.
“I hate you, Yulian,” I whispered, struggling with my heavy breath.
“Good. It’s safer that way,” he replied with the same tone.
Something unlocked inside me that night, something I was too scared to name. But one thing was certain: Things would no longer be the same between us. Not after what we just did.
Chapter 18 – Yulian
I knew it was only a matter of time before I gave in to this temptation again—this urge to hold her, kiss her, and own every inch of her body. These past few days had been different in more ways than I could count. We’d gotten closer, bonded on so many levels, and that was how I knew I was in trouble.
It was almost like our connection was growing stronger by the day, and I could sense her gradually letting her guard down. If I didn’t know better, I’d say she was starting to like it here. She was starting to adapt to her new reality.
Ever since Ester began loosening up a bit, somehow, the atmosphere here at the mansion had become a little less serious.
Lighter.
Better.
Jovial, even.
