Page 25 of Bratva Hunter

“You’re so responsive.” He angles the head to push in, and I’m so close to an orgasm. One brush across my clit is all I’d need. I slip my finger down to touch it as he pulls out. “No.”

My eyes widen. “No?”

“No. I pleasure you. I know what you need. Be patient.”

The scolding should bother me, but it makes me hotter. What would it be like to be dominated by someone who cares about me? My brain can’t continue thinking about it because my pussy is full of the gorgeous man. His hands push up my knees as he settles deeper, pistoning in and out.

“Oh. That’s good.”

Chuckling, his hand moves to my mound as his thumb flicks my nub back and forth, matching the rhythm of his cock. My heart is pounding in my chest with desire. I need to come, and he’s going to make it happen. It’s just out of reach as he adjusts the angle of penetration to hit just the right spot. I don’t have the brain power to react, but my body does. Tightening like a spring, my body primes for an explosion. A swift intake of air spurs him on, increasing speed as I hurtle through time and space into a mind-blowing orgasm. “Oh. Yeah.” My curling toes numb as my senses focus on the exquisite feeling of his cock driving me to bliss. He’s kissing me back to reality, and my heart fills with joy. I like him way too much. I’ve only known him for such a little while. My mother’s words about men bounce around in my mind. I pull him down to hold him against me as he continues to work. I feel him find his own release.

His lips graze over my forehead as he moves from the bed into the bathroom.

Regret. I lured the man because I wanted him and the orgasm he so expertly gives, but I should have waited. I acted like a whore, and whores get treated like whores.

Rory stands at the edge of the bed with a washcloth in hand. “Are you okay?”

“What? Yeah. I’m just tired.” Taking the cloth from his hand, I jump up, maneuvering around him to the bathroom. I clean myself and pee, as I will myself to leave the bathroom to face the man who did exactly what I asked.

The knock on the door makes me jump. “I’ll be right out.”

As I exit, Rory’s sitting on the bed, staring. “What happened?”

Blowing out my breath, I cross my arms to protect my fragile feelings. “Thank you for the orgasm.”

He busts out laughing and catches himself, stifling his laugh. “You’re welcome.” He extends his hands to me and pulls me onto his lap. “What’s wrong?”

“I… You probably think I’m a whore.”

Before I can react, I’m across his lap with his hand spanking my ass. “You will never refer to yourself as anything like that again. You are not a whore, and if you ever demean yourself again, I’ll beat your ass until you can’t sit down.” Another blow pops my cheek. He sits me back up as tears stream down my face. I wipe them with the back of my hand.

“I’m sorry.”

Rory’s tight jaw softens. “What are you apologizing for, exactly?”

“I made you mad.”

“No. You should apologize for insulting yourself. You can’t do that.”

Doubt bubbles up from my soul. “Why not?”

“You deserve better.”

Gah. He’s right. “Okay. I guess you’re right. I just… I forced you to have sex, and I’m afraid you’ll think I’m the kind of woman who does that with other men.”

“Rosa. I’m very sure you aren’t that kind of woman. What we had in Prague was awesome. You needed some relief, and a part of you trusts me. I’m happy to scratch your itch. I enjoyed it.” He winks. “And I’m happy to do it anytime you need.”

Laughter gushes up as I nod. “Yes, sir.”

He holds me against him before he moves us back onto the bed. “Sleep, Snow White.”

I chuckle. “My mother calls me Snow White.”

“It’s what I thought when I first saw you.”

I flick my hair. “It’s not nearly as dark as it was.” Rory yawns, and I can imagine what he looked like with the mother he continues to adore.

“All you need are little animals singing around you, and you’d be her.” He drifts back into slumber as I lie there and dwell on the current situation. Way to go, Rosa. You’re not on birth control anymore, and he didn’t use a condom. Stupid. Stupid.

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