Page 10 of Bratva's Innocent Obsession
“Fucking tight, little virgin cunt,” he snarls, then pushes out harsh words in Russian. I recognise some of them. They’re not complimentary, but…
He’s not hurting me.
Or rather, he is. His cock is a rod ramming against my hip, and it hurts like lying on a solid object would. My wrists will be bruised too, from his tight grip. But he’s not doing any of what I feared, and the relief is endorphins flooding my body.
I’m light-headed.
“They did,” he says in an impatient undertone. “They said to tell you about when you went to the beach at Blackpool when you were kids and sang…” He adds a few louder guttural words in Russian, then makes a frustrated sound. “I can’t remember the song.”
My mind fills in the gap.
It was a cold day, and Payton and Hayley and I took turns with the two earphones to listen to our favourite song that had just dropped at midnight. Kon definitely spoke to Hayley & Payton.
“I won’t give in,” I spit, trying to wriggle up. All I succeed in doing is rucking my knickers further, and the next time he pretends to thrust, it’s skin against skin.
His cock is hot, velvet-covered steel.
“Stop it,” he says, raising his head enough to look into my eyes.
I shut up, only making a noise that I don’t know whether is feigned or not. Is it frightened? Or… Something else. Something very different and unexpected.
With our struggle, the thin, cheap white cotton knickers I’m wearing have slipped down. When Kon next flexes his hips, I see his surprise that his skin touches mine.
It’s electric.
I pant, and I don’t know what this feeling is. If either of us breaks character during this, it will be very, very bad. But I suddenly have the weirdest compulsion to lift my head and… Kiss him?
This is insanity.
I want him.
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KON
She’s so perfect beneath me, but I hate that I’m this hard. My restraint is hanging by a thread, my cock leaking pre-come and so incredibly sensitive.
Never thought I’d be a man who’s turned on by being in control of a woman, but this is breaking all the rules. Taylor smashed everything I believed about myself the second she pinned me with her gaze.
I don’t know who I am right now.
But I know I’m hers, and I’ll do whatever it takes to protect her, and for the first time in years, I want tolive.
“No, please,” she says as she rolls her hips, her legs falling open.
I let out a groan that could sound like satisfaction, and in part it is, because I misjudged the space between us.
My brain stutters as I’m suddenly not against her belly, but at the entrance of her pussy, revealed by her underwear that has slid down.
She’s wet. Not just a bit, she’s soaked. Absolutely dripping. Coating my cock where we touch.
She’s pushing her softness to the rigid length of my cock, and I can’t breathe.
When she tugs at her hands, I hold her even tighter.
“Go with it,” I direct her in a tone barely over a whisper, my lips on the shell of her ear. I don’t know what it means that she’s doing this. “I’m not going to hurt you. I promise.”
I’d love to get my mouth on her properly. I’m starving for her.
