Page 36 of Forced Innocent Bride By the Bratva

Daniel groaned, a sound low and rough, sending a pulse of satisfaction through me. I smiled against him, licking his organ all the way up to his cap. Every move, in and out of his groin—every shift—was deliberate as I basked in the way he responded, the way he unraveled at my pace.

The rhythm of our breaths merged, a slow, intoxicating dance that seemed to fuel my desire. I buried my face in his groin, his cock deep in my throat. I gagged, choking, my eyes darting up to savor the look on his face. Daniel’s groan and his hands in my hair were all a testament to the pleasure coursing through his blood.

The moment he pulled my head out, a loud gasp came forth as I struggled to catch my breath. A thin thread of drool hung from my lips, linking my mouth to his cap.

“Fuck,” he muttered, watching me with amusement flickering in his eyes.

I stroked his shaft, both hands gliding over his skin with a fluid motion. His body jerked in response to my actions, his groans deepening. The weight of his gaze was heavy on me, a mix of want and need dancing in his eyes.

My own body burned with a consuming hunger as I went down on him, throwing what little shame I had left out the window. My fingers caressed his sack, my mouth sliding over his length with an intense fervor.

The mattress was soft beneath my knees as I straightened, reaching up to claim his lips. Our kiss was fierce, fueled by pure, undiluted passion. Heads tilted to the side, tongues twirled in our mouths as I stroked his cock. Daniel yanked off my dress with a single move, revealing my naked body.

A wicked smile tugged at my lips as I pulled back, watching the hunger in his eyes. Before he could reach for me, I pulled him to myself, wrestling him down until his back was on the mattress. A glint of shock flickered in his eyes as a sharp breath left him half surprised, half something dark.

With a fluid, precise motion, I swung a leg over his waist and straddled him. A soft exhale escaped my lips as his cock penetrated my wet entrance, stretching me out. The tension between us was palpable, fucking electrifying.

His hands grabbed my hips, guiding my movements, yet I was in control—twisting, grinding, and twirling on that hard cock. With every single roll of my hips, I took him in, a series of soft purrs breaking from my lips at the delicious stretch. Daniel groaned beneath me, eyes locked on mine and fingers still guiding my waist.

My hands traversed his broad torso, my pace relentless, fast, and desperate—a rhythm that had him cursing beneath his breath. Pleasure coiled tight in my belly as every downward thrust sent shockwaves through my body. I shut my eyes, reveling in the sensation that fueled my desire, quickening my pace.

My hips ground against his groin, and my face contorted in pleasure. The headboard tapped against the wall in time with our movements, the sound blending with our heavy breaths—the ragged moans escaping both of us.

His hands reached for my bouncing breasts, his fingers fondling and caressing them. I bowed my head, my hair falling over my face as I quickened my pace, seeking more and more. He bucked his hips, thrusting into my pussy from underneath, each relentless stroke sending tremors down my spine. A needy whimper spilled from my lips as I cried out, unable to hold back.

“Fuck, yes!” A low groan rumbled from his throat, his palm smacking my ass.

My breath hitched at the sharp, sweet pain that jolted across my body. “Again,” I said, my trembling voice laced with authority.

Daniel obeyed, spanking my ass a little harder this time. The sound that left me was raw and unrestrained, my hips grinding faster and faster by the second. I rode him harder, chasing that peak, that fire building inside me. Sweat slicked my skin, his chest rising to meet mine, our bodies colliding, moving in frenzied sync.

I tossed my head back, lost in a sea of ecstasy and power. He sat with his legs apart, hands all over my body as he sucked my breasts. My arms flew around his neck, my hips grinding hard against his groin. Our sweaty bodies collided, accentuating the passion that burned inside us.

My breath shuddered as I released blissful sighs. Every move, every thrust, pushed me closer, my body tightening around him. “Oh, my God, I’m cumming!” I announced, my voice a soft whisper in his ear.

His response was a groan so primal that it sent cold shivers down my spine.

The pleasure coiled tighter, my body moving instinctively, chasing the breaking point that hovered just out of reach. Fuck! I was almost there—just a little more. “Anytime now,” I whimpered, my lips quivering.

And then, like a dam bursting, the heat surged through me. The tension snapped, and I shattered, a sharp cry tearing from my lips as sheer pleasure rushed through me like wildfire. I gasped, my legs trembling as I shook. The world around me blurred, my body seizing, pulsing, lost in the white-hot rush of release.

Daniel’s hands combed through my hair, dampened with sweat, as he tried to catch my eyes. Eventually, he did, and he stared at me like I was something to be worshipped.

The silence was peaceful, our bodies locked as one, heavy breaths harmonizing. Arms around each other, Daniel’s back crashed on the mattress, and I lay on top of him, my head on his heaving chest. I could hear the sound of his heartbeat steadying by the second. Exhausted, I just lay there with a heavy sigh, reveling in the safety and comfort his protective hands provided.

I couldn’t believe that I had lost control of myself and had, dare I say, the best ride of my life. I should feel bad, guilty, and ashamed of what I’d done. But I didn’t. If anything, I felt satisfied, maybe even…happy.

Chapter 21 – Daniel

She was different now!

Scarlett was more relaxed around me, more comfortable, softer, and more pliant. She no longer fought with me on the slightest chance she got, no longer spent hours in the garden thinking about her escape plan. It was almost like she was starting to come to terms with her new life, her new reality.

These days, whenever I touched her, she would often melt into my arms as though her body had finally accepted mine. We’d made love a couple more times since the night she gave me the best ride of my life. The way she moved, the way her hips ground over my cock, still replayed in my head every time I was alone.

Her sweet moans echoed in my mind, reminding me of the night Scarlett fully gave in to me with no restraints whatsoever. It was strange, considering this happened right after she’d met with her father in prison. I’d thought she’d need more time to let the incident sink in a little bit, but I was wrong. What she needed was a good distraction from the horrors she smelled and saw at the prison.

Perhaps she was only fucking me to keep herself busy—at least that way, she wouldn’t have to face the reality of her life. However, there was a part of me that believed I was more than just a distraction to her—more than just a dildo to scratch her itch every now and then.

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