Page 51 of Bratva Hostage

His hands settle on my hips, and his cock nudges against the inside of my thigh. He’s so close, and the heat of him is almost unbearable. I ache for him, and he knows it.

“Then tell me,” he whispers.

“I want you,” I breathe.

“Say it again.”

“I want you, Dimitri. I want you to fuck me. Right here. Right now.”

He grins, and his hands move down, grabbing my ass and pulling me forward. I lean back, bracing myself on the table. He lines his cock up with my pussy, and the blunt tip slips over my wetness. All I can think about is him filling me. Stretching me. Fucking me until I can’t think straight.

I wrap my legs around his hips, urging him forward. He chuckles and leans in as his mouth finds the curve of my neck.

“Be patient,” he murmurs, nipping at the sensitive skin.

I squirm against him, desperate for more. My whole body is on fire, and I need him to put it out. I’m ready to beg.

“Please,” I moan. “Please, Dimitri. Please fuck me.”

The words are barely out of my mouth before he pushes forward. His cock slides into me, inch by inch, until he’s fully seated. I gasp, and his teeth find the lobe of my ear. He sucks and bites, and his cock pulses inside me. He pulls back, almost all the way out, then slams back in, filling me completely.

I cry out, and he does it again. And again.

He sets a brutal pace, fucking me hard and deep. His cock stretches me, and the pressure is almost overwhelming. His mouth never leaves my skin, and his fingers dig into my hips. I grip the edge of the table, bracing myself against his thrusts.

My pussy is slick and swollen, and every time his cock sinks into me, it’s pure bliss. His breath is hot against my skin, his body is hard and solid, and his hands are everywhere.

He ducks down to gather my nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting, and his thrusts never slow.

“You feel so good,” he growls, and the words vibrate against my breast.

His cock plunges into me, and I’m lost. My eyes roll back, and my body arches against him. He pumps into me, and my whole world is centered on his thick cock buried inside me. The pressure is building, and I’m so close. So fucking close.

“Dimitri,” I moan.

He groans, and his thrusts quicken. His fingers slide down between us, finding my clit, and the sensation is enough to push me over the edge. My pussy clenches around him, and an orgasm rips through me. I cry out, and his mouth covers mine, swallowing the sounds of my pleasure. I ride the wave, lettingit carry me. My nails dig into his back, and he doesn’t stop. He fucks me, relentlessly, and my orgasm continues to shudder through me.

I’m still coming when his own orgasm hits. His thrusts become erratic, and his body tenses. He comes with a grunt, and his cock pulses inside me. He fills me, and I milk every drop.

When it’s over, we’re both panting and spent. Our bodies are pressed together, slick with sweat. I can feel his heart hammering against my chest, and his cock is still buried inside me.

We stay like that for a moment, catching our breath. My fingers stroke the back of his neck, and he lets out a satisfied sigh.

This isn’t what I expected tonight to be like. It’s not what I thought I wanted. But in this moment, everything feels perfect.

But panic rises in my chest as reality slowly comes into focus. What we did—what we’re doing—it’s dangerous. We’re not supposed to be here. We’re not supposed to want each other. Not like this.

I’ve seen the way he is with his Bratva brothers, and I’ve heard the stories about how ruthless and violent he can be. I’m not supposed to see the cracks in the armor or the pain behind the scars.

Yes, we’re technically married, but the marriage isn’t real. He’s not supposed to be a man, or a person, or anything but the monster that took me and claimed me and turned my world upside down.

What are we doing?

What am I doing?

It’s one thing to be taken by force, but to willingly sleep with him? To crave his touch, his kiss, his body?

It’s wrong. It’s twisted. It’s dangerous.

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