Page 39 of Forced Innocent Bride By the Bratva

“You don’t like the way I fuck you. Is that it, huh?” I asked, my voice a thick grunt.

“Please….” Her words hitched, turning into a helpless whimper as I drove into her. “Please, Daniel…” she moaned, the sweet sound filled with need and urgency.

“Please, what?” I questioned, pounding into her with an intensity that left her breathless.

“Don’t stop,” she gasped, a trembling whisper spilling from her lips. “Please, don’t stop.”

I slapped her ass and then gripped her hips, driving into her with raw intensity, each thrust deep and relentless. “Tell me, do you still wanna be rescued?” I smacked her ass again.

“No, Daniel.” Her voice broke into a breathy sigh, the sound laced with pure bliss.

“I wanna hear you say it,” I said, my waist grinding into her and my voice dripping with authority.

“I don’t wanna be rescued!” A sharp cry tore from her throat, raw and unrestrained.

“Atta girl,” I growled, pulling on her hair.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…. Daniel, yes, yes!” she chanted, gasping for air as her legs trembled.

The harder I plunged into her, the louder her guttural cry became. I let out a primal growl, signaling my arrival as I pushed further into her, my cock penetrating deeper and deeper. With a thick grunt, I filled her up with my essence, her throbbing pussy accepting every drop.

Spent, I pulled out, watching her legs tremble in ecstasy. Scarlett turned around with her back against the wall. Delight and satisfaction danced across her features as she stared at me, her exposed chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. My eyes roamed over her, the jagged edges of her torn dress only adding to her irresistible allure.

I drew closer, my finger brushing against her face. “You’re mine,printsessa, and you’re not going anywhere. Understood?”

She nodded in affirmation, still struggling to catch her breath. I sealed her lips with a harsh kiss that only lasted a few seconds before I pulled away, watching her gasp for air.

My gaze drank in her ripped dress, doing nothing to hide the raw sensuality beneath. She was a vision of elegance and wild temptation, casually seducing me to claim her body again.

Chapter 22 – Scarlett

I lay butt naked beneath the sheets, my face toward the ceiling as the morning sun streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow over the opulent space. The curtains rippled like a flowing stream, stirred by the soft wind and accompanied by the harmonious chorus of birds outside.

I gathered the sheets against my body, my grip firm yet hesitant, the fabric wrinkling under the pressure of my grasp. My mind was still reeling from the incident last night—the letter from Liam and, most importantly, Daniel’s reaction.

A flutter stirred up in my chest at the mere thought of the outcome of our little banter. My defiance last night was deliberate, and a part of me enjoyed the jealousy in his eyes. Daniel couldn’t hide it; he couldn’t pretend to be unaffected by my reaction to Liam’s letter.

Frankly speaking, I was shocked that my ex-fiancé had managed to get that message through to me. But how? How did he pull that off? Daniel’s mansion was a fortress. Nothing went in or out without his notice. I guess it didn’t matter. What mattered was that he was able to mail me the letter.

For a moment there, I had indeed considered leaving this place. My heart had gladdened for just a second. But then I remembered the proof of what he did to poor Alina, and my fleeting joy went down the drain. I couldn’t get back together with him after what he did to that girl. No. My conscience wouldn’t let me.

I was glad that Liam was okay and out of danger, but that was it; that was all I felt during and after reading the letter he sent. Every other action I pulled in front of Daniel was nothing but an act orchestrated to force a drastic reaction from him. It was a dumb move, so to say, considering that I had no idea what he was capable of doing to me in such a state of mind.

My defiance had only fueled his rage, and I should count myself lucky that he wasn’t the kind to go physical on a woman. Daniel was a very violent man, cruel and heartless, but the one good thing about him was his ability to never raise his hand against a woman. If he had self-control in that area, maybe he’d have snapped and hit me last night.

But instead, what did he do? He punished me in a way I didn’t see coming, a way that had me begging and pleading, but he didn’t stop.

They say you don’t know what you’ve been missing until it arrives; that was the case with me. I had no idea how incredible being punished with aggressive sex was—being fucked hard…rough. His aggression was so hot, and the way he ripped my dress like a raging beast was nothing short of wild.

Daniel had taken me—rough, hard, and unrelenting—his vigorous strokes a stark reminder of why I should never leave. His rage, mixed with passion and hunger, stirred up an unusual emotion within me, a kind of fire that burned so much it almost consumed me.

With each thrust, Daniel hit the right spot, and with each spank on my ass, jolts of electricity surged through my body, making me want him even more. I’d longed to have him go deeper inside me; he did that. I’d yearned for him to ram me faster; he did that.

His pull on my hair was both rough and delicate at the same time, sending waves of emotions through me. The more he hit me from the back, the more my knees quaked, and the more my breath lodged in my throat. I couldn’t get enough, couldn’t hold back my cries.

Daniel made me admit that I didn’t want to leave—didn’t want to be rescued. And as embarrassing as that was, I did say those words in the way that he wanted me to.

I’d never been fucked so hard and rough like that in my whole life before last night. I’d yet to get over it. Maybe I should piss him off more often, seeing that I loved his own method of punishment.

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