Page 51 of Kidnapped Prisoner By the Bratva
Fuck it.
I damned the consequences and claimed those cherry lips. She stood still at first, and just when I was about to pull away, she kissed me back.
It was hot, fervent, and pretty rough.
Tongues invaded our mouths, and with my free hand, I fondled those breasts, squeezing them like a hungry beast. She devoured my lips, stealing the breath from my lungs. My hand dipped and settled between her legs, the hem of her shirt riding up.
My lips muffled her moans when I slid my hand under her panties and began fingering her pussy. I freed her hands trapped above her head and broke the kiss so she’d moan out loud. And she did just that. Her hands dropped to my waist, fingers hurriedly unbuttoning my pants and pulling down my zipper.
I squeezed her breasts while simultaneously fingering her cunt. Her body trembled against me as she withdrew my cock, stroking it wildly. A deep groan escaped me, and I tugged her panties down to her knees. I pushed my finger back inside her—this time two of them, given how wet she was.
A soft cry spilled from her lips.
Fresh out of patience, I yanked the panties off completely and raised her left leg. She drew me closer, inserting my cock inthrough her slippery entrance as a throaty moan fell from her mouth.
I pushed deeper, my thrusts hard and relentless as I fucked her with vigorous strokes. Her back arched against the wall, nipples peaking from behind her shirt. She writhed beneath me, fingers digging into my shoulders the more I drove into her.
I held up her left leg in the air while my waist ground against hers. Her breaths came in short gasps as I plunged into her over and over again, each thrust deeper and harder than the last. She wrapped her arms around my neck, holding me tightly, as if anchoring herself to reality.
My free hand found her neck and pushed her back, enough to look at her face, contorted in pleasure. She lifted her chin so I’d choke her. And I did. Her eyes rolled backward the deeper I shoved myself into her. My hips collided with hers, wild and free.
I watched her face, basking in the sexy expression she wore. She bit her lip seductively, and the sight alone fanned the flame of desire burning within me. I rocked into her. Harder. Faster.
I didn’t stop even as her moans grew louder. I kept pounding into her, hammering her pussy with unrelenting force. With my fingers wrapped around her neck, I leaned in and claimed those lips again, sealing her moans with a kiss so hot it left us breathless. I didn’t realize how much I craved her—how much I’d been starving—until now.
The sex was raw, rough, and fast-paced. And so it ended as quickly as it started.
I pushed inside her with a primal growl that shook my legs and curled my toes. Seconds later, I exploded inside her, filling her up with my essence. I almost forgot just how sweet she was.
There was no way that I was going to let her go. Wren was mine, and there was nothing anyone could do about it.
We stared into each other’s eyes in silence, both gasping for air, weak from the release. I pulled out of her pussy and lowered her leg. Quietly, she smoothed her palms over her shirt and stepped away from me. Her bare feet made no sound on the marble floor as she walked back to the bed and slipped underneath the sheets.
I turned around and faced her, fingers pulling up the zipper of my pants. Although neither of us said a word, we both felt the shift in the atmosphere. This was the second time we were fucking in the middle of a heated argument. It was clear that despite our differences, we were drawn to each other.
She was attracted to me as much as I was attracted to her. The feeling was mutual and more evident when we had sex.
As the silence stretched on, we knew that nothing was ever going to be the same again. Sooner or later, we’d have to stop all this hide and seek and face our feelings like two grown adults.
I was up for that. But clearly, she wasn’t, and given the circumstances of things at the moment, I could understand her hesitation.
Chapter 19 – Wren
It happened again. We fucked.
I honestly hadn’t planned to let him hit it again, but everything happened so fast, and it was like I wasn’t in control of myself anymore. The argument had gotten so heated up, and I clearly pushed him a little off the edge.
Yes, he lost his temper at some point and snapped at me. Maybe I deserved it. But I wasn’t expecting the atmosphere to switch so quickly. Yet, it did. One minute I was furious—raging like an animal—and the next, I was horny as fuck, calm as the sea.
What the hell kind of effect was that?
It was understandable why we had sex the first time; I was already wet from craving him all day. But what happened earlier this morning was sudden and unexpected. I wasn’t wet, didn’t fantasize about fucking him; how could I when I’d just survived an attack on my life?
There was nothing sexual about my thoughts and the argument we had. However, for some bizarre reason, the moment he pushed me against the wall, all that anger went out the window. It was as though someone had poured cold water on my head.
That’s the magic of his touch.
His close proximity to me melted my reserve and left me completely at his mercy. My heart pounded like a drum, and I didn’t realize how much I wanted him until he was deep inside me.
