Page 26 of Forced Innocent Bride By the Bratva

Fuck him now, regret later,I thought to myself, my eyes darting across his ridiculously attractive body.

The sight of Daniel’s broad torso stole my breath away. His muscles seemed to ripple underneath his skin like the gentle lapping of waves on a seashore. Daniel’s abs were a work of art, each muscle impeccably defined and separated as if sculpted by a divine hand.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t help but be drawn to the chiseled expanse of his chest and stomach, which seemed to gleam in the soft lights.

His fingers effortlessly slid off the strap of my nightgown, eyes darting to my bosom with a glint of satisfaction dancing in their depths. My left breast was exposed, trapping his gaze. Daniel’s breath against my skin was warm as he leaned in, his head mirroring mine, our lips inches apart.

Oh, God, no.

I steeled myself, my body stiffening and my heart hammering so loudly that I thought it was about to explode from my chest.

“Tell me to stop,” he whispered in my face, his lips grazing over mine.

Sparks of electricity jolted across my body, shattering what little zeal to fight I had left.

“Say it,” he added, daring me with so much confidence lacing his low, husky voice.

I shut my eyes for a fleeting moment, my head edging closer to his. My heart was racing with anticipation as I awaited the moment he’d land that kiss.

In less than a second, his lips crashed against mine, sealing them with a deep and fervent kiss that sent shivers sprinting down my spine. I drew a long breath, eyes still shut, basking in the euphoria that came with this action. His hands framed my face, tongue gliding into my mouth as our heads tilted to the side, each reveling in the heat of the passion.

How could something so wrong feel so right? And how come I couldn’t control myself?

I should have pulled away; I should have shoved him back and put an end to this terrible mistake, but I couldn’t. His kiss was too good, too hot to ignore, and my body was already melting into his touch. The deeper the kiss, the more I felt myself surrendering to him. All my logic had gone out the window, and my tiny voice of reason was silenced.

His kiss was rough, his lips devouring mine with the fervor of a hungry beast. His hands grabbed my waist, pulling me to himself, and his erection brushed against my thigh. I kissed him back, reciprocating the same fervor, the same energy. My hands traversed his broad torso, feeling the ridges of his abs underneath my palms.

The deeper the kiss, the more I wanted him, and the more I felt something that I was too scared to name. I gasped, breaking the kiss for just a moment, but his lips reclaimed them, leaving no room for hesitation. His hands fondled my breasts while our kiss deepened, and I moaned in his mouth. My body shivered at his touch, and my pussy was dripping wet, anticipating his cock.

I felt weightless for a moment until I realized he’d lifted me off the floor. My legs locked around his waist, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, my tongue sliding into his mouth.

He set me down on a table, his hands caressing and traveling up my thighs. Daniel broke the kiss and stared into my eyes, his lips curling into a dangerous smirk. “You’re mine now,” he whispered, his hand resting on my underpants.

I let out a soft groan, and my face contorted in pleasure as his fingers slid up and down the fabric of my panties.

“You naughty little girl,” he said, eyes boring into mine. “You’re wet for Daddy already.”

I was embarrassed but also more turned on by his words, and when he slid my panties to the side, and his middle finger penetrated my entrance, I gasped. My body stiffened, legs spreading apart as he pushed further into my cunt, his gaze locked to mine. I gripped the edge of the table, my head arching upward, lost in ecstasy.

He leaned closer and kissed the nape of my neck, his lips pressed to my skin, fingers working their magic on my wet cunt. His free hand massaged the back of my head, fingers digging into my scalp. It was so good that my eyes rolled back into their sockets, a wave of ecstasy surging through my blood.

Daniel went lower, his teeth grazing over my nipple while simultaneously fingering my pussy.

“Oh, my God,” I panted, my back aching in pleasure and my fingers tightly gripping the edge of the table.

The dual action was driving me nuts, and I was shivering like I’d caught a cold. Daniel was good with his mouth and fingers, and as his head traveled lower, my breath ceased, hitching in my throat. I looked down at him, my chest rising and falling in anticipation as a flutter swelled up within me.

His strong arms parted my legs, his lips kissing and licking my thighs. Daniel met my gaze, flashing me a grin as he pulled me closer to the edge and lowered his head between my legs.

I watched him sniff my cunt as if reveling in the scent of my arousal. Daniel’s fingers grasped my pantries by the waistband and effortlessly yanked them off. I could feel my anxiety brewing, my body tensing as his head drew closer to my bare entrance, neatly shaved. He stuck his tongue out and licked my juice, sliding the tip upward.

My body vibrated at this action, and I gripped the table’s edge even tighter. He did it again, pulling an abrupt moan from my lips.

“You taste really good,” he whispered, raising his head to look at my face.

I nodded—a reflexive move that left me embarrassed, especially because I almost thanked him for the remark.

His lips curled into his signature smirk, and he buried his head between my legs, eating me up with a primal hunger. My hand flew to my face, which was, by now, contorted in pleasure, my palm sealing my lips. I felt a number of emotions travel across my body at the same time as my hand muffled my moans.

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