Page 29 of My Bratva Stalker

I sob against the wall, my body completely at his mercy.

And he loves it.

His growl is low, thick with possession.

“That’s it, baby.”

His fingers skate down my belly, rubbing slow circles over my clit.

“Give me another one.”

I shake my head, panting, overwhelmed.

I can’t. But the burn inside my ass eases, turns into something deliciously dirty. And Viktor knows it.

He chuckles darkly, his thrusts still slow, now pushing me to the brink.

“Yes, you can.”

His voice is pure control, pure dominance, pure Viktor.

“And you will.”

Viktor

I can’t get enough of her.

Not her soft, painful moans. Not her cries of pleasure.

Not her tight, stretched body gripping my cock like she was fucking made for me.

Not her sweet, wrecked whimpers as I push deeper inside her.

I need more.

I need everything.

I tear her away from the wall.

She gasps, legs weak, body trembling.

I catch her easily, flipping her into my lap, straddling me on the wide bench built into the shower.

She stares at me, wide-eyed, panting, fucking wrecked.

I drag my hands up her waist, over her ribs, cupping her perfect, heavy tits.

I groan, squeezing, feeling her soft weight fill my hands.

“Fuck, baby.”

Her breath hitches, her thighs clenching around me.

“Viktor…”

I cut her off with my mouth, claiming her in a deep, wet, filthy kiss.

Tongues tangling, breath hot, teeth nipping, biting, taking.

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