Page 89 of Lies He Told Me (Bratva Crime Syndicate 1)

“You need to calm down,” Joy protests as I rush us into the same abandoned hallway I was speaking with Ludmil in earlier. “I mean it, what almost happened there with that guy—”

“You need to shut up,” I reply.

Her mouth opens. “Just who do you think you are?”

I slam her to the wall, pressing her there with my whole body. “I’m Gavril Vaknin. Your husband. The one who’s going to fuck you until you scream.”

“What—now?” she says weakly, straining her head to look around.

A bartender strides by, gaze fixed wisely ahead. Once he’s around the corner, I take her hand and pull her into the first open door I find. It’s a closet, and I shut the door behind me.

“Yes, now,” I tell her, and press my face to hers.

“Fuck you,” she snaps, pulling away.

“If I let you,” I snarl, yanking her back.

Our lips twist together. I rip down one dress strap, then the next. Her bare breasts bounce out to meet me.

“You asshole,” she groans as I cup one.

“You like it,” I hiss as I lower my mouth to one peaked nipple.

As my lips suction around it, she groans. With my other hand, I pull her dress down the rest of the way to the floor. Her fingers rake through my hair.

“Admit it,” I order her. “Tell me that you like it.”

Her whole chest is heaving as I press my fingers in between her legs, into her drenched panties.

“I won’t,” she moans, trembling.

I tear down her panties, shove my fingers in. “Admit it.”

“Fine,” she groans, spasming on my fingers. “I like it. Gavril—please.”

I jerk my fingers into her a bit more, bring her head over close to me. “Please what?”

“Please … fuck me.”

I yank down my zipper, pull my cock out, and press my hard length into her. “That’s more like it.”

She falls onto me, and I fuck her so hard that she slams into the back of the closet, her nails clawing my shoulders. She starts to come and I slap her lightly. “Not yet.”

“Gavril …”

“Not yet.”

She groans as my cock pulses into her over and over again.

She’s so tight and wet and good. Fucking right.

“Gavril, please!”

I grab her hair and pull her head back. “Fine. Do it then.”

As soon as she has my permission, she comes, beautifully and powerfully, with my hand slapped over her mouth to stop the noise.

I’m nearly there myself already. Just the sight of her hot little body jiggling with my every thrust, and her mouth gasping against my palm, her hands braced against my chest …

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