Page 37 of Shattered Cradle (Makarova Bratva Duet)

“I wasn’t about to wait a single goddamn second longer,” he snarls.

He strokes the head of his dick against my opening. Naked skin on naked skin. I sigh with the thrum of pleasure surging through me.

His gaze is fixed on my mouth. “That lip,” he rumbles, reaching out to run a thumb over my bottom lip. “I’ve fantasized about biting it a thousand times.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” I whisper.

He squeezes my ass, but he doesn’t let me slide down on his shaft yet. I’m practically mewling with how badly I want it.

“I’m waiting for you to tell me what you want,” he says.

I roll against him, but he stays maddeningly out of reach. All I get is the barest brush of skin, and I hiss in frustration.

“Aleks,” I moan.

“Tell me what you want,” he orders again. “I want to hear you say the words with those pretty little lips.”

“I want you,” I breathe, eyes fluttering closed. “I want you inside me now.”

He nods, satisfied.

And then he rewards my honesty.

In one hot thrust, he sheathes himself inside me. He sinks deep, filling me completely, and my eyes roll back in my head.

“Ahh, fuck, fuck, fuck…”

He doesn’t ask me if I’m okay. He doesn’t take it slow, either.

Aleks knows I’m not fragile.

I won’t break.

He thrusts into me hard from below, filling me again and again. I claw at his neck and shoulder, I grip the seat, I do anything I can to find purchase and not completely shatter.

The orgasm hurtles towards me far too soon. My pussy clenches around him as I try to stave off the end, try to prolong this connection as long as I can. Aleks grits his teeth and keeps fucking up into me.

But eventually, there’s no more waiting. When I come, I tip my head back and cry out. The sound is drowned out by the rain.

Two more thrusts and Aleks bursts inside of me. His hips spasm and his forehead presses against my throat. Both of us ride out the waves together until it’s all calm again.

I lean forward and rest my head against his shoulder. “Fuck,” I gasp, trying to get a handle on my breathing.

Outside, the rain is still torrential. I should feel calm with that sound in my ears, that light vibration coursing through the metal of the car and down into my bones, his warmth swaddling me like a blanket.

But with every passing second, my heart beats faster instead. I feel like I’m tumbling into something dangerous. Something I might never find my way out of.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” I whisper.

“Stop thinking,” he tells me. “Just breathe.”

I shake my head. “We shouldn’t have done this.”

I know I’m right, but that doesn’t change what I wanted. What I want. Right now, I want Aleks to grab my face and tell me it was worth it. I want him to tell me that he wants me, that the two of us together could never be a mistake.

Instead, he leans back and fixes me with a hard glare. “If that’s how you feel, then we won’t do it again.”

I meet his eyes and study him. It’s as useless as ever. His face is like marble. Cold, emotionless, beautiful marble.

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