Page 32 of Forced & Knocked-Up Bratva Bride

“Oh, my goodness,” she moaned, exhaling sharply as I pushed my cock into her entrance.

Alessia gripped the sheets tightly, her pussy swallowing me whole. She was warm and slippery—just the way I liked it. She lowered her head, her grip tightening around the sheets as I traveled deeper and deeper into her. “Yes, please, stretch me out,” she whispered under her breath.

I buried myself deep inside her before pulling out by a fraction. Before she could register what was happening, I slammed hard against her from behind. A loud moan tore from her throat, her breasts bouncing back and forth as I plunged harder into her pussy.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she cried out, her hard nipples brushing against the pillows beneath her.

I spanked her butt, reveling in the soft wince that left her lips. With relentless strokes, I continued to drive into her, her moans fueling my desire. I molded her ass, fingers digging into her flesh before I clutched a handful of her hair. As I pulled it back, her head jerked, with her face toward the ceiling.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she mumbled, squeezing hard against the sheets beneath her. “Harder, please. Go harder,” she whispered under her breath, too shy or embarrassed to say it too loudly.

But I needed to hear her say those words. I was desperate to break her to the point where she was no longer shy. Despite being free enough to let me hear her moans—raw and unrestrained—she was still holding back.

That was about to change.

Alessia mumbled the same words again, her body jerking back and forth to the rhythm of my relentless strokes.

“Louder,” I commanded. “Say it louder.”

She repeated the words, her tone low and even, filled with ecstasy.

“I didn’t hear you. Say it louder.” I tugged on her hair, not too roughly but enough to inflict her with a fleeting sweet pain.

“Harder, please. Go harder,” she begged, her voice sharp and melodious.

I let go of her hair, and she immediately buried her face in the pillow beneath her. With both of my hands gripping her waist, I plunged harder, driving deeper inside her pussy. Alessia bit on the pillows, her fingers tightening around the sheets as she tugged at them reflectively.

I wouldn’t stop, nor would I slow down.

She raised her head and moaned out loud, “Yes, right there. Harder. Harder!” Then, she returned to biting on the pillows again.

Her legs trembled, her moans growing louder and louder by the minute. I hit her hard and fast from the back, occasionally spanking her ass. The more I rammed her, the tighter she squeezed the sheets. I let out a guttural groan, my legs shaking, muscles tight with the edge of release as I rocked into her. With each thrust, I drove deeper, sweat trickling down my forehead.

My breath grew ragged, each movement more desperate than the last—until I let out a low, primal growl, my voice thick with pleasure. My release surged through me, hot and pulsing,as I spilled my essence deep inside her throbbing cunt. In a split second, I held her close as if I could melt into her completely.

Her pussy accepted every single drop of my load until I pulled out of her. I watched her body drop carefully to the mattress, legs shaking, knees quaking. She was too numb to speak, but the look in her eyes revealed her shock and astonishment.

I bet no man had ever handled her the way that I did, and this was more than enough reason for her to rethink. The way she looked at me, breathless and in awe, stirred a sense of satisfaction within me. Alessia’s gaze wouldn’t leave mine. She didn’t say a word, but I could almost hear her thoughts going wild with excitement.

Yes, she hated it here. But it was in times like these that she forgot all about her situation. I was certain that right now, in this very moment, nothing else mattered—nothing but the great time she just had.

The bedside lamp cast a warm glow over her gorgeous body, her smooth skin glistening in the soft light. She lay there on my bed, completely naked, biting her lower lip with her eyes fixed on me. Her breath was still difficult to catch, her chest heaving slowly. Alessia wouldn’t take her eyes off me, and somehow, I couldn’t take mine off her either.

I could feel it—the connection between her and me growing by the minute. This feeling she stirred up within me had yet to be named. Or maybe I did have a name for it, but I just wasn’t ready to admit it yet.

Whatever the case, one thing was certain: Alessia had unlocked something in me. She had successfully slithered her way into my heart. This woman had captured my soul, trapping and enchanting me—that was why I couldn’t find a way to get her out of my mind.

Tonight was a reminder of how much I cared for her, how much I craved her. Even after all these months, even with her pregnancy, she was still just as hot, sweet, and sexy as before. For someone who claimed she couldn’t offer me much because her body wasn’t as it used to be, she sure took me to heaven and back.

With what I’d enjoyed tonight, I wasn’t sure I was ever letting her slip through my fingers again. No way. Alessia was mine, and no one would dare come between us; I wouldn’t let them. The mere thought of losing her again, especially now that she was carrying my child, infuriated me.

I couldn’t fathom the idea of someone else’s hands all over her body. No. She was mine and no one else’s. I’d kill whoever I had to in order to have her by my side all day long.

Chapter 23 – Alessia

It had been days since the unforeseen event with Nikita Tarasov, days of reminiscing and critical thinking. That wasn’t how I planned the evening to pan out; I didn’t go to him with the hopes of getting laid…again.

Everything had happened so fast. And the way things moved from a simple conversation about mothering my child to finding myself in his arms was something I’d yet to digest. At first, I hated him for body-shaming me. He knew I wasn’t as good-looking as I used to be, thanks to the pregnancy, yet he went ahead and ordered me to strip.

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