Page 37 of Dark Bratva Christmas
I move closer and scoop her up in my arms, slinging her over my shoulder.
It looks like I will be tearing this goddamn dress to shreds.
“Put me down!” she protests, beating her fists into my back like a child.
I laugh despite my terrible mood, feeling her struggle against me, but by the time I make it to my bedroom, she’s gone silent, her breaths labored and tired from fighting me. I toss her down on the bed and go straight for the restraint that’s still there on the bedpost.
“No—”
It’s tied before Catarina can even give me a full protest. She jerks at it, shaking her head at me.
“You fucking asshole!”
“Well, you wanted to dance with another man, you’ll pay the goddamn price for that.” I seethe, grabbing her other hand and restraining it to the other post. She kicks at me, but I don’t stop. Instead, I grab her left ankle, and follow the same protocol.
“Oh my god! Stop!” Catarina’s voice is shrill as I keep working, tying up her right ankle and spreading her wide. Her dress is pulled tight against her, and she whimpers as she struggles against it.
Butfuck,evenlookingat the dress fabric another man touched right now makes me want to rip the dress off her just to be rid of the tainted fucking memory.
And for that reason, I grab my blade.
“What are you doing?” Catarina demands. I lean over her, flipping the blade open and straddling her. “Don’t cut me.”
“You’ll never wear this gown again,” I grit out, carefully starting at her chest, and flicking the blade through the material.
She inhales sharply, but I keep working, tearing and cutting the goddamn designer gown I paid the cost of a car for.
“Matysh… What are you doing?”
I ignore her, continuing to tear it off—and it’s not until the material is in a heap on the floor that I return to my chest and grab my whip.
Her breasts are exposed, but her pussy is covered by a thin, mostly sheer pair of panties. I can’t tell if they’re soaked…
But they will be before I’m done.
“You disobeyed me,” I pop my whip against her hip, and she jerks to the side, letting out a scream. “And you’ll fucking pay.”
“You’re insane,” Catarina scowls at me, jerking her hands against the bedposts. I have to give it to her, the whole thing shakes, but it’s not enough to set her free. “You can’t—”
I cut her off with the whip against her breast. Andthatgets her.
She tosses her head back and moans, her hips bucking in response. I reach down and pinch her nipple between my fingers listening as her breath goes ragged and she struggles to control herself.
My cock tents my pants and I want nothing more than to get out of them. But I’m not fucking done.
No one will make her feel like I do. Not even my own fucking brother could’ve.
I raise my whip once more. “Tell me, Little Flame. Tell me I’m the only one.”
I unbutton my pants and drop them to the ground, my engorged, pulsating cock springing free. I grab it and massage it while staring at her luscious body splayed out for me on the bed.
“I’ll never give you that satisfaction,” she pants up at me, her body shaking but her eyes defiant. “Never.”
I let the whip loose, this time connecting with her lower pelvis. She lets out a shriek, and I climb onto the bed, dropping the whip and straddling her face.
“Suck me,” I command.
Her eyes widen and she clamps her mouth shut, even though my dick is pressed to her chin, precum smearing across it.
