Page 55 of Used By the Merciless Bratva
I gasped, my breath coming in ragged pants. The words, spoken in his native tongue, were a brand on my skin, a calm. I felt a confusing mix of fear and a wild, desperate thrill. I was visibly affected, a silent testament to his power over me. Every nerve ending in my body was screaming for his touch, for his voice, for him.
But my mind was still battling. It was a battlefield of want versus reason, of pleasure versus pain.
He lowered his head again, down to my chest, his lips sucking my nipple. “Miya milosy,” he murmured. “My mercy.”
“Danil,” I whispered, my voice a weak protest. He kept sucking my breast, his left hand on my right breast, and my body responded without thought, without permission. Then, his lips came crushing mine again.
But then my mind caught up. A sudden surge of defiance, of self-preservation, gave me a jolt of strength. I pushed against his chest, hard. “Stop,” I whispered, my voice raw and broken. “Please.”
He pulled back, his eyes dark with a mixture of confusion and frustration. “Stop? After everything we’ve just been through? After that? After you let me —”
“I can’t just…forget. I can’t just give in,” I uttered, almost whispering.
He just looked at me with a long, searching gaze. Then, a slow, predatory smile spread across his lips.
“You already have,” he said, his voice a low, dangerous growl.
He was right; my desire was a humming, living, breathing testament to my surrender. I closed my eyes, a silent admission of defeat, and gave in.
He was a force of nature, and I was a ship in a storm, pulled and tossed by his currents. He took my surrender as a new permission. His hands moved with a purpose that was both gentle and demanding, pushing my dress up and over my head until I stood before him, bare.
“There,” he murmured, his words vibrating through my skin. “No more games. Just you, just me.”
I shivered, but not from the cold. His eyes roamed over me, taking in every detail as if for the first time. “Every time you fight me, Katria, it makes me try harder. You have a fire in you that no one else has. And that fire is mine;you’remine.”
He knelt before me, and my breath hitched. His eyes, dark and possessive, held mine. “You think I’ll leave you?” he whispered, his voice dangerously soft. “You think I would let someone else have what’s mine?” He reached out and traced the skin of my hip. “Never. This…thisis my way of showing you that I’ll never leave. I’ll never let you go. This is my promise, my bond.”
He lowered his head, his lips finding my pussy, his hands on my hips, pulling me closer still. I gasped, my head falling backagainst the wall. The world narrowed to just the two of us, his touch, his breath.
He worked me with a slow, deliberate intensity that was all about control. There was no tenderness, just a raw, unyielding passion that was designed to break me, to make me surrender completely. And I did. I couldn’t fight. I couldn’t think. Every nerve ending in my body was on fire. I clutched the wall behind me, my nails digging into the cool surface.
My body ached on its own record, a silent, desperate plea. He responded in kind, his movements a punishing rhythm that pushed me to the edge, again and again.
The pleasure burst into a powerful, shattering wave that left me weak and gasping for air. I cried out his name, my body trembling with the force of the climax. I sank down against the wall, utterly spent, but he held me, his hands firm on my hips, keeping me from collapsing.
He looked up at me, his eyes triumphant. “You see?” he said, his voice raw. “You belong to me.”
His eyes, dark and triumphant, locked on mine.
“You belong to me,” he repeated, his voice a low, primal growl. He didn’t wait for a reply. He scooped me into his arms, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. He carried me to the bed, placing me down with a force that left no doubt about his intent.
I lay there, my body still trembling, watching him. He came over me, his weight pressing me into the mattress, his gaze burning into mine. There was no gentleness now, only raw, unbridled need. This was rough. This was emotional. This was him taking full control.
“You push me,” he whispered, his voice hoarse, “and I push back harder. You provoke me, and I take what is mine.” He kissed me then, not softly, but with a fierce, possessive hungerthat bruised my lips. His hands were gently caressing my body, demanding and claiming as I let out soft moans.
“Danil,” I whispered softly, my voice barely audible as his touch sparked a new fire in my veins. My mind was yelling protests, but my body responded differently, singing a song of urgent need and nearly forbidden pleasure. It was a terrifying conflict. I hated him, but I wanted him. I fought him, but I yearned for his control.
“You are mine to conquer. Every inch,” he uttered as his hard cock entered me.
He moved, a powerful, insistent force, and I cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure. This wasn’t about tenderness. This was about ownership. About breaking me down and then building me back up, a new version of myself, shaped by his touch. My nails dug into his back, pulling him closer, even as tears pricked at my eyes. It was a battle, a desperate dance of wills, and in that moment, I lost myself in the fight.
His body moved against mine with a relentless rhyme, driving me higher, faster, pushing me past though, past resistance, into a realm of pure sensation. My breath came in ragged sobs, my hips arching to meet his every thrust. There was no escape, only surrender. Only him.
“Look at me, Katria,” he commanded, his voice thick with raw emotion. “Look at what you did to me. Look what we are.”
My eyes, swimming with tears and desire, found his. They were dark, intense, burning with a shared madness. And in that moment, as our bodies moved as one, as our breaths mingled, I felt an undeniable connection, a bond forged in fire and fury.
The climax hit us simultaneously, a shattering explosion that rocked my entire being. My cry mingled with his guttural groan, a symphony of release. We collapsed against each other, our bodies slick with sweat, our hearts pounding in unison.
