Page 11 of Bratva's Innocent Obsession
If things were different, I’d dive down the bed, brace my arm over her hips and lick her until she screamed with pleasure. Then I’d eat her more, greedy sucks and bites and long, luxurious drags over her clit until she fell apart again. When she was soft and sated, then I’d fuck her, relishing her orgasm-weakened body.
Not doing that might kill me, I need it so badly.
But an indulgence like giving her oral sex could blow our cover and get us both killed.
Her lips fall open and she looks up at me, panting, eyes wide. A strangled sound emerges from her throat, and she writhes.
My brain vaguely registers that this is not convincing, but her skin against the head of my cock is drawing all my focus to where we’re touching, and not our performance for our presumed audience.
The next fake thrust I try to stay away from her.
My cock skims her anyway and my shudder isn’t faked. It’s all too real. I grit my teeth.
I move up again and plunge my hips down into air.
“Please don’t,” she begs.
“I can’t stop.” My voice is gravelly and not my own. Harsh. And that sentiment might be closer to the truth than I’d like. “I can’t stop.”
Dipping my head, I press my face into her neck.
“Say, ‘mercy’, Taylor,” I rasp into her ear. It’s a plea and a reminder. I can’t manage much more of this. I don’t know if I can control myself when she’s the living, breathing definition of temptation.
I’m desperate for her. Obsessed.
Her arms stretched above her head, her face is right there, no longer turned away. Her lips are irresistible.
I cannot slip into her. I mustn’t. She’s innocent. Untouched. But as I press my lips to hers, my chest heaving with the fight to keep myself pretending to breach her but not actually doing it, Taylor moans.
Then she angles her hips under me. And as I rock, the movement is already happening before I realise.
My head notches at her slick entrance, and my hips continue moving without my mind’s approval. And a jagged, shuddering shout rips from my throat as I thrust into her silky heat. Her wetness easing the way.
My heart stops, and I look, shocked, into her eyes.
I’ve done what I promised I wouldn’t. The act that would make me the most immoral ticking arsehole to ever walk this earth.
I just took Taylor’s virginity.
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TAYLOR
It hurts. The pain spikes from where we join, but like muscle aches after a challenging dance, it’s good. It’s pain and pleasure and achievement.
I tug my hands, attempting to get them free as Kon pushes deeper. But under the sheet he’s pulled over us, I meet him. I welcome him.
Whatever is fucked up in my head is mirrored in his. He’s hard, and fills a part of me I didn’t know I needed. The feeling of his hardness—all that desire, for me—combined with the way he protected me, and chased me, and the expression in his eyes?
I’m toast. There was a moment, when his thick silk and steel erection pressed into my abdomen that shot arousal, pure and hot, through me.
The chase had left me with sensations I didn’t fully understand, but when he held back all that power and lust for me, it tripped a crazy desire and spark between us into an inferno.
“Take it like a good girl, zhizn moya.”
This is sensory overload. The feel of his cock, the shocking taboo of being so turned on by the pretence of him taking me by force. I bite my lip to stop the whimper escaping me.
“So hot, wet, and tight. Your cunt is… Ohh,” he groans.
