Page 27 of Gilded Cage (Kovalyov Bratva 1)

Aching, craving, desperate desire.

The kind I had always assumed was simply an elaborate fiction dreamed up just to sell books and movies.

But this is real. This is happening.

He settles between my legs, pushing my thighs further apart, his sheathed cock rubbing against my pussy.

His lips ravage mine, and I let him. I open for him. Beg for more.

When his tongue meets mine, I try twisting into him as close as I possibly can. I’m aware how clumsy I am as my hand reaches down between us, but I want to feel him.

Before I can reach his cock, however, he grabs both my hands and pulls them back behind me. He holds them there, keeps them bound together with one of his hands, as the other falls on my pussy.

I gasp as he shoves aside my panties and strokes my lips for a few seconds before he slips a finger inside me, then another.

I gasp again, shocked at how my body is reacting to this.

He’s not gentle.

And I realize one thing: I don’t want him to be.

My wetness coats his fingers. All I can do is writhe around helplessly, unable to move my hands.

Totally and completely at his mercy.

He finger-fucks me until I’m bent into him, my face pressed up against his neck.

He smells of oak and sandalwood. Deep, earthy scents that make me think of icy mountains and dark forests.

My body feels like a raw nerve ending, ready to explode.

And just when I think I might, he stops, he pulls out of me and raises his hand to his lips.

I can see my juices on his fingers just before he slips them into his mouth. When he removes them, his fingers come out clean.

His eyes never leave mine.

They’re swirling pools of lust.

Endless.

Possessive.

Only then does he release my hands. I grip the counter and watch as he unzips himself. My eyes fall hungrily to his cock. It’s a thing of beauty. Hard, long, and cruelly curved.

His eyes meet mine as he lines himself up with my entrance and pushes into me with one hard thrust that has me crying out.

I have to hold on tight because he rams into me so hard, I nearly come apart at the seams.

His body feels harder and stronger than the marble beneath me. I cling to him with all the desperation of a woman who knows she’s about to fall.

Sweat drips down between my breasts as he fucks me, his body slamming into mine so hard that the sound bounces off the walls in echoes.

My back arches as my pussy begins to clench…

Until, all at once, I burst.

I come so fast I’m not prepared for it. Definitely not expecting it, which is why I moan so loudly I’m pretty sure I can be heard above the music in the club.

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