Page 122 of Bratva Bride

“Is that how you wanna play,kotenok?”he purred in my ear. “Fine by me.”

He took the knife still in my hand and used it to cut my clothes. With precise cuts that showed exactly how good he was with a blade, he slashed down the back of my shirt and ripped it from my body. He moved the cool steel of the knife down my skin until he got to the top of my jeans.

“No,” I gasped. “Not the jeans. They’re my favourite pair.”

“Should have thought about that before you decided to go all ‘Warrior Princess’.” He sliced down my Dolce & Gabbana jeans until they fell away.

“Argh! You asshole!” I thrashed and he pinned me down again with his body until I felt like I couldn’t breathe.

“I’m gonna take you so hard it’s going to feel like I’m splitting you in two,” he whispered darkly, his breath hot on my skin. “And maybe then you’ll behave like a good girl.” He pulled my underwear down roughly until they stretched across my thighs. The weight of his upper body left mine and I sucked in a breath.

He reared forward and slammed the knife down into the ground so hard it drove into the floor right next t0 my head. The jingle of his belt buckle followed next and my blood heated in excitement.

My stomach tightened and I squirmed, aching for him. All that strength and dominance he was using made me so fucking hot I thought I would burn up. Lust coiled down my body right to my pussy, and I clenched involuntarily, desperate to be filled. I felt helpless under his gargantuan form - and I loved it. Loved knowing that physically, there wasn’t a single thing I could do to stop him.

In the back of my mind, I knew that if I really wanted him to stop, he would. But I didn’t. I wanted him to take me like he owned me. To fucking ruin me.

The thick head of his cock touched my entrance and without hesitation he surged forward, driving into me with such force that I jolted forward.

A cry left my lips at the pain and then it disappeared, replaced with sweet, sweet ecstasy. Searing pleasure rushed through me and I moaned, long and hard.

“Ah, there’s my tight little pussy,” Arturo groaned, thrusting into me. He kept one hand at the back of my neck, holding me down as he fucked me like he hated me.

All I could do was lie there and take it. And it was complete and total bliss.

I squealed. I moaned. I chanted his name over and over again like a prayer, all while he grunted behind me, fucking me harder and harder.

Pain flared from my ass cheek and through my pleasure-induced haze I realised that he had slapped me. His hand massaged the sting away. He did it again and again, and the sensation was too much. That mixed with his long, thick cock tipped me over the edge. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I screamed as the most mind-blowing orgasm ripped through me. The rough feel of his clothes against my skin, the thought of him fully clothed while I lied beneath him with barely anything on, made this whole thing so much hotter, so much filthier.

“That’s it,kotenok, come all over my cock,” Arturo hissed between his teeth, pounding into me with such savagery that I was sure I’d have bruises on my skin.

My body tingled and I felt his wet, cold tongue run over my skin. He sucked my earlobe into his mouth.

“You’re mine, aren’t you, Illayana? All that fire, all that spirit, this sweet fucking pussy, all mine,” he breathed against the side of my neck, his thrusts increasing.

“Yesssss,” I whined. “And you’re mine.”

“Always.”

His speed and power picked up and his deep voice growled in my ear. “Do you want my come,kotenok? Do you want me to fill you up until you’re dripping with me? Until my come is running down your thighs?”

I whimpered, my body convulsing as another orgasm hit me from out of nowhere.

That fucking voice.

“Yes, please, give it to me Arturo,” I begged, and he gave it.

He pressed his chest into my back, his hips smacking into my ass as his cock drove in and out of my tight channel. We slid across the ground with every thrust, and he roared, coming deep inside me.

His entire weight collapsed on top of me and I choked, the air rushing out of my body.

Not again.

I reached back and tried to push him with my hand. He rolled off me and slumped onto the ground next to me, his breathing hard.

“You gotta stop doing that,” I said breathlessly.

His lips tilted up in a smirk, but before he could say anything, Vincenzo’s voice came from behind the door.

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