Page 51 of Captivated By the Bratva

“Yeah?” He stared at my jiggling breasts, smiling like the devil.

I moved my hands up to cup them, hoping to further torment him.

“Pinch them,” he ordered. “Show me.”

I tweaked the hard tips between my thumbs and fingers, lightly at first, but then more. The pain was just a bite, but it served to heighten the need to come. As I pinched harder and held them against the rocking sway of my breasts with his furious thrusts, the pleasure nearly knocked me out.

“I want to be your little slut.”

He groaned, sliding one hand from my hip to find my clit. I gasped at the contact of his finger there, and I knew I couldn’t last.

“I want to be your naughty sweetheart,” I said.

“Fuck, yeah, Nadia. Yes.”

He moved his finger faster on my clit. His balls slapped against my ass as he drove his big erection deep into me. And as I rubbed my nipples between my thumbs and fingers, tugging with more force, I splintered apart for him.

It was too much to handle.

“Oh, fuck!” I screamed it, along with other sounds that might have been words and curses. This orgasm was a big one, sweeping through me and lighting all my nerves on fire.

He followed right after me, roaring a deep, guttural sound of pleasure. Tensing in his back, he rammed in harder one last time as I milked him. His thighs hardened. Digging his fingers into my hip, he clutched me tight and pulled me down his length, as if he could possibly sink in any further.

He spilled his hot cum in me, flooding me. With each jerk of his dick, I swore my pussy clenched on him harder.

We were locked together, fitted like two halves in a complete whole. Sweaty, exhausted, but sated, we remained entwined.

He didn’t pull out of me as he lowered, collapsing over me but immediately rolling so I was draped over him.

For long, precious moments, we stayed glued together, united. I rested my cheek on his chest, and he rubbed his fingers up and down my arm in a tickling pressure that felt so damn good.

We came down from the high of coming, and without a word, we relaxed until I wondered if he’d fallen asleep. I was drowsy myself, but once he shifted, gently slipping out of me and easing me to get up, I yawned and peered at him.

“Let me clean you up,” he said.

He didn’t give me a chance to protest. Carrying me to the bathroom, he proved that he really did care. He had to if he ran a bath then joined me in it. Soaking in the water, secure in his arms, he held me so close like he feared he’d lose me again.

And that was the moment I vowed never to run from him ever again.

My heart couldn’t take it. Because it belonged with his, beating in time, a perfect match.

19

MAXIM

This time, when I woke up, I didn’t get out of bed. After two mornings of not waking up with Nadia snuggled next to me, I realized how much I wanted to spend the first moments of every day like this.

With her, warm and relaxed, her soft, naked body pressed flush to mine. We’d showered after that bath, and then when we came back to bed, we had sex once more. I could tell she was too tired for anything more, so together, we fell asleep, wrapped up with each other.

Her leg was draped over mine, like she wanted to cling to me in sleep. I ran my hand up and down her arm that covered my chest, and I gazed at her sleeping face so close to mine.

She damn near cuddled me like a teddy bear, like a toy she needed for comfort, and I wanted to give it to her. I wanted to give her the whole fucking world.

Back and again, I stroked my hand over her slender arm, reveling in the contrast between us. She was paler to my tannedcomplexion, but with the tattoos lining her skin, she looked even more unique. One of a kind.

And mine?

I had to make up my mind where Nadia was concerned. I debated it, but it seemed foolish to consider not keeping her in my life. While I was pulled to see through this duty and complete this job, I gave up trying to rationalize it.

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