Page 19 of My Bratva Stalker

I drag out slow.

Then slam back in.

She gasps, her body stretching, learning how to take me.

Her lips tremble against mine. Her sweet tongue darting out to meet mine.

Her eyes glaze.

I watch her.

Own her.

Wreck her.

I thrust harder.

Deeper.

Until she’s whimpering, sobbing, moaning my name like she was made to say it.

“That’s it, baby. Take my cock. Take what’s fucking yours.”

She does.

And she’ll never take another.

Because she’s mine. For fucking ever.

Marie

I can’t breathe.

Can’t think.

Can only feel.

Viktor is everywhere.

Surrounding me.

Inside me.

His cock drives deep, stretching me wide, filling me, wrecking me.

And I can’t stop shaking.

His mouth is at my ear, his voice rough, dark, unrelenting.

“You feel that, printsessa?”

I whimper.

My walls pulse around him, gripping him tighter, holding onto him like I’ll never let go.

I can’t answer.

I can barely breathe through the pleasure.

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