Page 27 of Forced Innocent Bride By the Bratva

Daniel’s drool mixed with my juice, the perfect blend that sent shivers down my spine. My toes curled in pleasure, and my breath hitched in my throat as I tried to suppress my moans. Daniel’s tongue glided through my entrance in an up-down gesture that caused my legs to quiver. He sucked on my clit, swollen with desire, and his hands reached up to fondle my breasts.

I took my palm off my mouth, and a sweet moan fell from my lips. “Oh, fuck!”

As though my soft exclamation had fueled his passion, he buried his face deeper, his tongue sucking me even better. My hand caressed his head, fingers massaging his scalp as if to encourage him to keep eating.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck….” The words tumbled out of my mouth in an erotic rush, my legs trembling in the air.

I tossed my hands behind my back and cleared the surface of the table, shoving off the books on top of it. I lay down on my back, writhing in ecstasy, basking in the sensation coursing through my veins. My hands flew into my hair, eyes shutting as I bucked my hips, seeking deeper contact.

Daniel still wouldn’t stop. He continued to eat me, his tongue traveling into my cunt. Clearly, he was enjoying my juice as much as I was enjoying the way he ate me up real good. I arched my back, my body writhing over the surface of the table as shock waves spread across my entire system. My brain was blank, and all I could feel was pure, unbridled pleasure.

Daniel raised his head, taking a pause from eating my pussy. My eyes reopened, and my gaze fell on him, my breath still very much hard to catch. I stared at him in awe, wondering what he just did to me and the realm his mouth had taken me to.

He wiped the remnants of my juice off his lips and pulled me up, my ass on the table. I reached for his face, claiming those enticing lips, kissing them unashamedly. His hands fondled my breasts, and while he was at that, mine slid down to his joggers, tracing the print of his cock. His erection was so fucking hard, amplifying my longing for him. My manicured hands grasped his waistband while still fervently devouring his lips. I tugged down his joggers and dipped my hand inside, withdrawing his cock.

I broke the kiss for a moment, struggling to catch my breath as my gaze dropped to the organ in my hand. My eyes widened ever so slightly at the sight of his long cock, my hand stroking his length. Daniel reclaimed my lips, pulling me closer as I positioned the cap over my entrance. While our heads danced to the rhythm of the passion between us, I teased my pussy by brushing his cap over my entrance.

Gently, I slid his shaft inside me, my eyes widening through the process. I tore my lips off his, a soft gasp escaping my mouth as my hands flew around his neck. Daniel grabbed my ass, pulling me closer, his cock traveling deeper inside me. The connection was surprisingly satisfying, awakening a feeling that I’d yet to name.

However, it wasn’t enough. I wanted more.

And more he gave me.

Daniel plunged into me with relentless strokes, my breasts bouncing up and down as I moaned in his face. His waist ground into mine, his cock penetrating deeply into my pussy. My legs hung in the air, trembling, his body colliding against mine. Daniel’s vigorous thrusts hit my G-spot on each stroke, his fingers digging into my ass. I pulled my head backward just enough to have a look at his face, and that was when his hand snapped to my neck.

His grip was mild as he choked me, his eyes boring into mine and his cock driving deeper and deeper. I grasped the edges of the table for support, my eyes rolling backward. My face was a mask of pleasure, and the air was filled with the scent of our sweat, blending with the sound of my moans.

Daniel leaned forward and licked my neck, his grip still choking me. He sucked on my breasts, one at a time, before straightening, staring into my eyes as he fucked the hell out of my pussy.

The harder his thrusts, the louder my moans.

He went on and on, driving into that pussy like he owned it. His breath hitched, and soon, he unleashed a primal growl that signaled his arrival. Daniel shot his cum deep inside me, filling me up with his load, his legs trembling in the process.

Once every drop was inside me, he raised his head, and we locked gazes, spent. His fingers combed through my hair, dampened with sweat, and we stared at each other without a word, each gasping for air.

As the moment went by, that guilt, that self-hatred, started to creep back in, opening my eyes to what great mistake I’d made. The realization hit me hard: Daniel Tarasov had just fucked me—the same man who kidnapped me on my wedding day and ruined my life.

What have I done?I thought, my heart sinking into my chest.

Chapter 17 – Scarlett

It had been almost twenty-four hours since we had sex, and this entire time, Scarlett had been on my mind, living rent-free. Her moans still echoed in my head, and the taste of her juice still lingered on my tongue.

Every now and then, I would find myself reminiscing about that night, about the way she surrendered to her desire. The fact that Scarlett submitted to me—granted me access between her legs—still amazed me. Of course, I knew she was bound to fall at some point, but I didn’t think that it would have so much effect on me.

Feeling her body on me, her lips on mine, and her moans in my ears stirred up a strange emotion within me, one that I couldn’t name. Her smooth skin, her soft breasts, her enticing lips, and her juicy pussy seemed to have me enthralled. It felt like I was hexed because now I couldn’t get her out of my mind.

I wanted more. More of that juice. More of her.

Scarlett was beautiful—clean and perfect in every way. My ideal woman. Now that I’d had a taste of her, there was no way in hell that I’d ever let her slip through my fingers. No way.

She was mine and mine alone. The thought of another’s hands on her skin infuriated me. She was not to be touched by anyone but me. I didn’t give a shit who she’d been with before me; I most definitely didn’t give a shit about Liam. All of that was in the past. I was her future. Hence, no one was allowed to lay a finger on her.

I’d never been the type to love sharing what was mine, and I wasn’t going to start now. Scarlett had a seal of “touch not” on her forehead, a seal stamped by me, and I’d do the unthinkable to keep it that way. All of a sudden, no one else was deserving of her, no one but me.

The sex last night changed everything, and I could feel my perception of her gradually shifting. She wasn’t just a plaything to me anymore; she was more than that. I hadn’t found the right words to describe how she made me feel, but I was certain that it was something good.

Scarlett had been avoiding me all day, and I knew why. She felt guilty. She blamed herself for letting me between her legs, even though, deep down, I knew that she loved it just as much as I did. Considering the circumstances, her guilt was understandable—justified. But it wouldn’t change anything.

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