Page 37 of Kidnapped Prisoner By the Bratva
My hand snapped out, and I reached for her neck, delicately choking her. She stuck her tongue out, and her head fell backward as a soft chuckle escaped her lips.
“Oh, you think this is funny, ehh?” I furrowed my brows, slowing down a bit to catch my breath.
She cast a seductive look at me, her eyes wide with hunger. “It kinda is, because it seems like you’re tryna punish me.”
I pushed inside her—once. Deep and hard.
She cried out, biting her lower lip.
I choked her again. “And what if I am?”
A cocky smirk played at the corners of her mouth. “Then you’re gonna have to try a little harder than that.”
She was clearly trying to get under my skin, to unleash the beast within.
A scowl settled on my face, and I pulled her to myself. With my arms beneath her legs, I lifted her off the countertop. She wrapped her arms around my neck, moaning loudly as I rammed her pussy with relentless strokes.
The rain outside was heavy, but this time, even the storm couldn’t hide her cries. My groin slapped against hers, skin upon skin. She held me tightly, her breasts pressing against my chest as I fucked her harder than before.
My feet were rooted to the floor, and given how small she was in my arms, it was easy to drill that pussy in the stand-and-carry position. Her body hopped up and down my cock, her arms tightening around my neck.
She cried out with trembling legs and a shaking voice. Yet, I didn’t stop. She needed to be taught a lesson. The fasterand harder I fucked her, the closer I drew to finishing. But no. I wasn’t done yet.
Gently, I set her down on the floor, and while her legs were still shaking, I turned her around. She yelped at the sudden move, and with her back against me, she bent over, her ass in my groin.
I drove into her from behind, hips rocking into her with vigorous strokes. Her ass turned red when I spanked it hard.
“Oh, yes!” The words fell off her lip, accompanied by a low wince. “Is that all you’ve got, hmm?” Her voice trembled. “I thought monsters were supposed to be vicious.”
I grabbed a handful of her hair and tugged at it while crashing harder into her.
“Hmmm, that’s more like it,” she murmured under her breath, reaching out to grip the other edge of the counter.
Her breasts pressed against the countertop as she lay flat on her chest, whimpering. Her body rocked back and forth with each vigorous stroke as I spanked her ass.
I pulled her hair backward, and her head tilted toward the ceiling in response. My thrusts were hard and fast-paced with sweat trailing down my spine. I pulled on her hair with one hand and smacked her ass with the other.
I took her like she belonged to me, every stroke a claim. She was mine and mine alone. The sight of her body fanned the fire burning inside me. Her body yielded to me, unraveling beneath my relentless strokes.
Her moans were raw and unrestrained, accentuating my need.
I didn’t stop—not even when she released a helpless cry.
A primal growl signaled my arrival, and with one last thrust, I pushed deeper into her pussy. “Oh, fuck!”
She gripped the edge of the counter tightly as I poured myself inside her. I felt her cunt close around my cock as she let a deep, long, satisfactory sigh.
I pulled out, and with trembling legs, I towered over her. Her whole body was shaking like a leaf as she tried to regain composure. Wren turned around and slowly sank to the floor, her back sliding down against the smooth counter.
Her chest was rising and falling with uneven breaths, her fingers tangled in her hair. She panted like she’d just run a fuckin’ marathon. How ironic. Wren lifted her head and met my gaze.
The air was thick with the sounds of our ragged breaths, blended with the faint scent of sweat and Wren’s arousal. We stared at each other in silence, and although I couldn’t tell what exactly she was thinking, the satisfaction on her face said it all.
Everything had happened so fast, and I still couldn’t believe that I just fucked her. Her cheeks flushed, a glint of embarrassment flashing in her gaze. Slowly, guilt crept into her face, prompting her eyes to drop to the floor.
I pulled up my joggers, headed toward the fridge, and opened it. A gallon of milk caught my eye, and by the time I withdrew it and turned around, she was already on her feet. I closed the refrigerator door, watching her slip back into her nightgown.
She smoothed down her dress, adjusted the straps, and walked out of the kitchen without a word.
