Page 26 of Stolen By the Bratva

He left, in a hurry to help however he could while everyone would be up in arms about how I’d crashed the wedding. I hated to feel like I was hiding from the action, but I knew that staying here and keeping this bride out of the equation was my role.

After he was gone, I returned to her, finding her still pissed and scowling. The plate was empty, as was the water bottle.

“Want more?” I offered.

She tilted her head to the side. “More of…?”

I pointed at the plate and bottle. “Did you have enough?”

She didn’t reply, lowering her gaze and licking her lips. “No,” she murmured softly.

“What do you want?” I asked, ready to get another water bottle.

“What do I want?” She gazed up at me with hooded eyes, so obvious with her coy and sultry look.

Oh. I see how it is. While I could appreciate her attempts to tease me, she had a lesson to learn. It would take a lot more than that to manipulate me. I wasn’t mad, though, but amused. If she thought she could trick me, acting all sexy and acting innocent like this, she really was naïve. Ignorant. It again reminded me of how young she was. A young lady, not an experienced woman who knew how to play with a man like me. And it would be too much fun to play with her and show her how this worked.

“Yeah.” I leaned in until she fell back on the bed. Covering her with my body, I braced myself on my forearms, relishing every sweet press of her soft body beneath mine, all those sexy, soft curves, every push of her breasts against my chest. “What do you want?”

“I…” She frowned, her eyes wider with alarm as she adjusted to our position. Her arms remained tied, and with the quickness of how I’d covered her on the bed, the bindings twisted and trapped her hands over her head.

“I…”

I kissed away her indecision, and within a moment of her soft lips parting under mine, I had her mewling and gasping for more.

“You want some comfort?” I taunted, reaching beneath her torn dress. Her panties were nothing but a thin scrap of satin, a thong that easily ripped in my grip.

“Alek!”

Oh, fuck. She’d shouted it in shock, but hearing her say my name was something wicked and sweet. I’d have her screaming it in no time.

I covered her mouth with mine again, kissing her deeply. I stole her breaths and forced her lips apart wider as I tasted her. She didn’t hesitate to reply in kind.

Just like that. She melted in my arms, arching toward me and eager for my touch. Under her dress, I stroked my finger back and forth along her slit until I slipped two fingers into her soaked pussy. Dripping. She was so wet with arousal that I knew this had to be her first time. She was too tight, too impatient.

“Can’t you—” She gasped as I pumped my fingers into her faster. “Can’t you untie me?”

“Why the fuck would I do that?”

“So I can—” She sucked in a hard breath as I added another finger. Her moan was the filthiest, sexiest sound.

“So I can touch you too.”

I kissed her quiet, fingering her faster and getting her off all too easily. She was definitely a virgin, coming so fast like that. Her pussy clenched my digits, and as her cream slickened and dripped, smeared over her thighs as I removed my fingers, I kept my eyes on her face.

Her brow remained furrowed, her eyes shut tight. She panted and strained to catch her breath, but soon enough, she wrenched her eyes open and stared up at me. “I want… I want to touch you too.”

I scoffed, getting off the bed and ignoring how hard I was from getting her off.

“Alek. No. Come back. Let me touch you.”

“So you can run?” I shook my head. “I’m not that fucking stupid.”

“Alek,” she growled, tugging her hands and trying to get out. “Just let me?—”

I yanked her gag back up and secured it, reducing her to mad, muffled mumbles. Kneeling on the bed as I tightened her hands toward the headboard, I made eye contact once more. “I’m not letting you go until I’m ready.”

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