Page 35 of Forced Innocent Bride By the Bratva

“You’re thinking too much again,printsessa,” he said, his tone smooth and soothing.

“Why wouldn’t I?” I asked, finally finding my voice. “You took everything from me, Daniel. Everything. You stole my life—my happiness, my future—and all I can do now is think.”

His hands fell to my arms, fingers gliding over my skin, sending shivers down my spine. “Is that the reason for the hatred I see in your eyes?” he asked, his hands resting on my lap.

I wore a loose, flowery, modal pajama dress with a V-neckline, but its casual comfort couldn’t prepare me for the jolt of Daniel’s hand slipping underneath the hem. My body stiffened at his touch, my breath hitching in my throat as heat waves spread through my body.

“You claim you hate me, yet you can’t resist me,” he whispered under his breath, eyes locked on mine. “You let me touch you because you like it…don’t you?” A slight pause came when his hand slid up my thigh, fingers caressing my skin. “You love how I make you feel, how I toil with your emotions.”

I steeled myself, my heart pounding like a drum as my body stiffened and trembled. A flutter rose within me, jolts of electricity surging through my veins as I struggled to remain calm. Why couldn’t I just shove him away? How did we get to this point where he had so much control over me?

Daniel drew nearer, his eyes holding my gaze, lips dangerously close to mine. I sat there, watching him close the distance between us, unable to move or speak. A part of me wanted to push him back to refuse and say no, but I was too weak to do so—too vulnerable to resist. My breath ceased when his fingers grazed the fabric of my underpants.

His audacity, though!

My body betrayed my composure, trembling in his response to his touch. His breath was warm against my face, lips brushing over mine in a rather teasing manner. I craved him, my desire brewing with each passing second. The rich scent of his cologne was so intoxicating that it quickened my pulse, leaving me hungry.

I gripped the edge of the couch, my chest rising and falling in anticipation, waiting for the moment his lips would lock with mine. Daniel’s fingers slid beneath my underpants, caressing my entrance, now wet and slippery. A slight moan escaped my mouth, prompting my head to lean forward, and before I could even process what was happening, his lips crashed against mine.

Daniel’s kiss was hot, intense, and fiery, stealing not just my breath but my sense as well. His free hand cradled the back of my neck while simultaneously fingering my cunt with the other. I gasped for air, feeling the rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins as our kiss intensified. Tongues twirled in our mouths, our heads tilting to the rhythm of the fierce passion threatening to consume us both.

I felt his finger traveling inside me, his thumb stimulating my throbbing clit with a gentle rub. Driven by ecstasy, I reached out to undo the buttons of his shirts, my manicured hands moving deftly as my legs spread apart.

A few of his buttons appeared to be stuck, but unfortunately, I was fresh out of patience—horny as fuck! My fingers gripped his shirt and ripped the damned thing apart, the buttons splattering over the marble floor.

Daniel broke the kiss, withdrawing to watch my face with wonder flickering in his gaze. He could not believe his eyes. Neither could I.

I was just as shocked as he was that I had impatiently ripped his buttons off. But he’d turned me on, leaving me with no choice but to act like the wild animal he’d just set loose—a hungry lioness, ready to devour her prey.

All I wanted was him—all of him—and I wasn’t going to hold back. No, not this time.

My hands roamed his rigid frame, caressing his broad, chiseled torso as I reclaimed his lips. I loosened the tie around his neck and shed his shirt while his hand massaged the back of my neck. My legs spread wider apart, allowing him better access to my cunt.

Daniel’s fingers delved into my warmth, sending tremors through my body. I moaned in his mouth, his touch igniting a spark that left me melting into his caress. As the fervor of our kiss deepened, I felt our connection building, our hearts almost beating as one. It was scary but fascinating at the same time.

My hands slid down to his groin, feeling the print of his erection over the fabric of his pants. The next thing I knew, I felt light as a feather as Daniel whisked me into the air. He led us to the bed and gently lowered my back onto the mattress.

I framed his face with my palms, my lips devouring his with an intense fervor. His hand caressed my thighs, sending jolts of electricity through my body. Daniel’s lips left mine, his head lowering to kiss the nape of my neck. I arched my back, soft purrs escaping my mouth as I felt the shape of his hardness beneath my palms.

His hands flew to my chest, slipping underneath the loose fabric of my pajamas. He grabbed and squeezed my gentle swells, fingers tuning my nipples. His head traveled lower, his mouth resting on my breasts, sucking them one at a time.

I unbuttoned his pants, unzipped them, and dug my hand inside. Daniel’s erection was hard as a rock, heavy yet delicate in my grasp. I tugged down his waistband, withdrawing the veiny organ. His tongue was chilly on my breasts, his teeth gently grazing my nipples. I stroked his length, enamored by the size and weight.

Daniel rose off me, positioned on his knees, his shaft sticking out in front of me. The sight was tempting, drawing me in, and I couldn’t stop staring at it.

“Go on,” he said, his voice deep and husky.

I raised my eyes, meeting his gaze with a seductive stare, my teeth reflexively grazing over my lower lip.

“Go ahead and take it. I know you want to,” he added, stroking his length without breaking eye contact with me.

With a slow movement, I went on my knees, inclining my head toward his groin, my eyes still locked on his face.

“Don’t be shy,” he whispered, his hand pulling my head closer. “You know you want to.”

My breath came slow, steady, my lips tingling with anticipation as I reached for his sack, toiling with his delicate balls. He was clean and properly shaved with a scent so intoxicating it made me feel naughty—wild. I stuck my tongue out, licking his cap, my eyes catching the way his face contorted in pleasure.

My lips grazed his skin, teasing, savoring the way his body responded to my touch. His heat was undeniable, the faint scent of his salt lingering on my tongue. I leaned in, taking his sack in my mouth, delicately sucking on his clean skin while stroking his cock.

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