Page 30 of Cruel Bratva King

His gaze, dark with desire, caressed me like a lover’s touch. I wrapped my hand around myself and paced back, conscious of my almost naked body.

“You kept me waiting for a while,wife,”he said in a gruff voice. He stood from the bed and slowly edged me like a predator lurching its prey.

Wife.

I was his wife now. My stomach fluttered, and butterflies awakened. It wasn’t right that being Sergey’s wife pulled such a strong force inside me.

“I didn’t know you were…waiting.” My heart pounded hard when he came to a halt only a few inches away from me.

He lifted his hand and brushed a strand of hair away from my face. “You know I’m not a very patient man,moy Tsvetok.Don’t keep me waiting from now on.”

My throat was dry as I muttered, “Yes.”

His eyes trailed my towel, and I suddenly realized one pull from him and I would wound up naked. My blood warmed, my brain fizzled, and my thoughts wouldn’t align. “Take that off,” he said, nodding at my towel.

Oh, lord.I was so breathless I was close to passing out from the jitters settling in my stomach. I tugged on my towel, and it fell, pooling around my legs.

Sergey bit his lower lips in a bad-boyish way. “You’re so beautiful,moy tsvetok.”His gaze fell on my nipples; they were hard and pointy. “I wouldn’t get enough of you if I fucked you every single day of my life.”

Fuck. I was getting wet just listening to him. My body didn’t cease to betray me at the slightest opportunity.Traitor.

Sergey closed the inches between us. The heat seeping through him burned me with flames that made me come alive. My whole body stung with a needy sensation as he groped and squeezed one of my breasts. “You’re so soft,moy tsvetok.So perfect.” He moved his hand to the other breast and flickered my nipple.

“What do you want?” I rasped. His touch was driving me insane.

He leaned in. “You,” he whispered into my ear. His warm breath stroked my earlobes, alerting my nervous system of the danger I was in. Sergey Vadim was a dangerous man, and no one in the world could save me from him.

The adrenaline rush made me even more thirsty for him. If he was poison, I would drink every last drop of him.

Without warning, he latched onto my neck, kissing me like a vampire when under a full moon. I cried from the intensity of his kiss and slowly paced backward until I was caged between him and the wall.

My legs were weak from the arousal rippling through me. His hands roamed over my naked body, exploring every inch of skin on me.

“You think I’m a monster?” he growled into my ear. “Let anyone hurt you, and they’ll suffer a fate worse than death. Just like you’re mine to torture, you’re also mine to protect.”

My reply was a low moan. I couldn’t construct a reasonable sentence with how helpless his kiss had rendered me. My body trembled with pleasure until I was a liquid pool of pheromones.

“Sergey…” I moan, pressing my hand to his chest. “Sergey.” His name was the only word on my lips.

“Call my name, baby. I love the sound of my name in your voice. “Tell me, who owns you?”

His lips crashed into mine before I could answer. His kiss was ravenous and ruthless. His lips tasted like fine wine, his tongue a sharp weapon that tears into whatever self-control I had left. I kissed him back with the same hunger and cruelty he kissed me with.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, moaning into his mouth as our tongues made love to each other. I was throbbing between my legs, aching for more than a kiss from him. It was an ache that had lasted since he made me come earlier today, and it hadn’t dulled one bit.

My pussy wept for him, and my body cried for him to fill me up and fuck me the way I liked to be fucked.

On cue, Sergey kissed me all the way down to my stomach and between my legs. He planted soft kisses on my thighs, going all the way up but avoiding the part of me that panged for him the most.

He teased me, wanting me to beg for him. My pride crumbled until there was nothing left, and I heard myself begging.

“Please.” I breathed. “I want you.”

He looked up at me and grinned. “Who owns you,moy tsvetok?Who owns your body and soul.”

“It’s you.” I gasped when he stroked my clitoris with his finger. Shit.

“You’re so fucking wet, wife.” He stroked me again, and a loud cry escaped my throat. “I want to hear you say my name. Who fucks you, Lilianna?” he asked as he licked the inner part of my thigh, and I almost went crazy from the feeling,

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