Page 28 of Dark Bratva Christmas
He bends one of my legs toward my chest and rhythmically rolls his hips against me, nearly taking my breath away as he brings me closer to orgasm.
“See what you get for obeying me,” Matysh growls. “I’ll give you everything you want as long as you do what I say. No fucking running.”
“Yes, sir,” I whimper, biting my lip hard as he fucks me relentlessly, sending me over the edge at long last.
I scream out, not caring that there’s currently a guard standing outside the door. The only thing that matters right now is the explosion of pressure between my legs.
Matysh erupts inside of me and I feel the warmth of his cum filling me in thick ropes. Every throb against my walls feels like the start of a new orgasm. I never want this to end.
“Matysh!” I scream out again, repeating his name over and over as his seed fills me and my entire body feels like it’s floating.
He grunts when I say his name and pumps harder inside of me until he’s finally finished, and I’m collapsed on the mattress, hardly able to catch my breath.
I lie here bound and blindfolded for a few moments before the silk is ripped from my eyes and I’m blinded by the light in the room. Matysh is naked in front of me with a wicked grin on his face I’d love to slap off.
He takes the nipple clamps off slowly, smirking when I moan as the blood flow returns to them and a very pleasant tingling sensation begins.
My skin burns in the wake of what just happened. Matysh actually made mebegfor him. It’s humiliating.
And now I hate myself even more. I fuckinghatehim for this.
“Untie me,” I demand, shaking the silky rope.
He walks to the bed frame and unties just one of my wrists before pulling the covers of the bed aside and sliding between the sheets. I rattle the other rope and stare at him expectantly.
“You do understand that I can't just let you go after your escape attempt, right?” Matysh says, shrugging his shoulders as if he has no other choice.
I could kill him.If I had both of my hands, I could climb on top of him and gouge his eyes out, but right now I seem not to have a choice in the matter.
Instead, I sit upright, adjusting the covers with my free hand to hide my naked body, humiliation burning in my face. I know he sees it, but he completely ignores me, rolling over so that his back is now to me.
This issomuch worse than being in a gilded cage.
Chapter eight
Matysh
What would Mikhail have thought about what I did to the love of his life?The thought swims around my head over and over.
I got something from her that my brother never did. And for some reason, after tonight, without even knowing for sure she’s pregnant,thiskind of submission feels more powerful than that.
God, I’m so fucked up.
I made a deal with Boris to marry Catarina and conceive an heir that will bridge the gap between our families. Catarina was in love with my brother. Not me.
And I’m a sick fuck for enjoying her pussy the way I am.
Yet here I am, unable to keep his fucking bride off my mind.
Ne zabud' svoye obeshchaniye(Don’t forget your promise), Matysh.
Even knowing what just happened is wrong, it replays in my mind in an endless loop overnight and I struggle to fall asleep. I feel the warmth from Catarina's body seeping through the sheets, surrounding me, and for some reason I want to move in closer to wrap my arms around her.
But I don’t. I won’t betray my brother by going soft—or involving any emotions—for the woman. Plus, that’s never been me!
When morning comes and I open my eyes, I feel more exhausted than I have in weeks. I don’t feel any better at all.
I have to get used to the way things are.
