Page 62 of Kidnapped Prisoner By the Bratva
“You’re so beautiful.”
My lips curled into a smile, his husky voice sending tremors down to my core. I cupped his face in my palms, and my eyes never left him.
“I could stay inside you forever,” he added, overwhelmed with passion.
“Ahh.” The moan fell from my mouth as he drove into me with slow, relentless strokes. “It feels so good.”
“You like it?”
I nodded, biting my lower lip.
His waist ground against mine with a measured pace, his hand caressing and tracing my curves.
Without thinking, I flipped him over in a single move. He lay down on his back, gazing up at me as I straddled him and reached for his cock. Guiding him inside, I sank down inch by inch and tipped my head back, reveling in the sweet sensation coursing through my veins.
My pace was slow, hands darting up to fondle my breasts as I ground against him, nice and easy. I rolled my neck in a massaging motion, moving my waist with practiced ease. I pinched my nipples and then looked down at him while still grinding, twisting, and twirling on his hard dick.
He grabbed my waist, his hands guiding my pace and movements as he held my gaze. Moments later, he left my hips and skimmed along my body before reaching to palm my breasts.
I threw my hands into my hair, unable to get enough of his sweet cock. I ground against him, riding him hard but slow, savoring how every rise and fall dragged pleasure through both of us.
He pulled me closer, my face mirroring his, and as he reclaimed my lips, he spanked my ass. His hands held me in place, and he took control, ramming me harder beneath. Histhrusts were so deep they hit my G-spot over and over and over again.
My face contorted in pleasure, and my boobs rocked back and forth, nipples grazing his chest. And when he quickened his pace with a guttural growl, I knew what was coming, and I wanted it.
“Yes, please, give it to me,” I whispered, choking his neck, my voice deep and laced with desperation. “Gimme all of you.”
He held my gaze, his expression dark with desire, legs trembling beneath me. “Fuck, I’m coming.”
“Yes! Come! Come inside me!” I cried out. “Do it now.”
He growled, slamming harder and deeper inside my cunt until he exploded, filling me up with his essence.
I stared into those steel-gray eyes that bore into mine, watching him unravel under me. “Shh.” My fingers stroke his jet-black hair, my pussy closing in around his cock.
Without one voice, we both let out an exhausted sigh, and my head collapsed on his chest. Gasping for breath, I lay there with his cock still deep inside me. His heart was pounding like a drum, and I listened to the uneven beats.
I drew circles on his chest with his protective arms wrapped around me like silk. The room fell silent as we clung to each other like we were all we had. I felt safe in his arms, secure. It was peaceful here, and I didn’t want him to let go. Ever.
Like a snake, Val had successfully slithered his way into my heart. He now occupied a space no one else ever had. That was a new record. At that moment, I forgot about our differences, our problems, and whatever tomorrow may bring.
Nothing else mattered right now. Nothing else existed but the two of us.
Chapter 22 – Val
These past few days had been the best days of my life: simple, casual, and peaceful. Alone with Wren in this safehouse, I found a version of myself that I didn’t exist deep down.
I didn’t think it was possible for a man like me to experience such happiness. But it turned out that I was wrong. Even without money, power, or all that luxury I left behind, I still found happiness in the small things in life.
It was those small moments that mattered the most—real conversations with loved ones, spending quality time with them, joking and laughing about random stuff. I realized now that one’s happiness wasn’t dependent solely on the amount of money in their account.
Happiness was a choice, and I chose to live it every single day. If I’m being honest, nothing really mattered in the end, except the memories we’d made along the way, the photos we took, and the time we spent together.
I realized that now and in my own little way, I’d made some remarkable memories of my own—memories that would last me a lifetime. The best part was that Wren was in every one of them. Her face was etched in my mind, her name tattooed on my heart.
There was no way my story would be complete without her in it. Crazy how she’d become the center of my life, my peace, and the source of my joy. It was no longer news that she was the light in my dark and was the only one who saw and brought back the humanity I thought I’d lost years ago.
We’d come a long way, she and I. We survived the challenges life and Akim Antosha threw at us, and although we argued more than we talked, we still understood each other.
