Page 22 of The Bratva's Captive

“How would you like me to thank you?” I asked once I stood directly in front of him.

Drowning me with that heated look, he parted his legs. “However you’d like to.”

Owing him a thanks went against my wishes. I didn’t want any man to expect anything from me. I didn’t look forward to being controlled like that at all. But with this stranger, I wanted to please him. I wanted to serve him.

The way he asked me whatIwanted gave me the courage to go for it. All the naughty and filthy ideas that swept through my mind were all options like this.

Nothing about this night was going as expected, and with this strong man who’d shown that he cared enough to save me from others, I wanted to behave unexpectedly too.

Starting with a slow, grinding dance, I draped myself over him and moved to the low music playing from the room’s speakers. I ran my hands down his hard chest. I circled my legs around his waist as I ground down on his lap. I rubbed my breasts up near his face, shivering at the delicious heat of his hot breath on the skin I wanted to bare there.

“Thanks for getting me away from those men,” I whispered as I arched back over him, pushing my ass down toward the huge bulge in his pants.

Turning ever so slightly, he brought his lips to my cheek so near my ear. I held my breath as he snaked his arms over me to shove me back down over his lap as he whispered, “You’re welcome.”

Liquid heat pulsed through me at the wisp of air from his lips. It wasn’t right. I really shouldn’t. But something snapped inside me.

Closing the distance between us, I nudged my face against his until he could capture my mouth in a hard, punishing kiss. The moan that escaped my lips sounded so filthy and raw, but I didn’t care.

I couldn’t imagine touching any of the men out there, but in here, alone with this mysterious man who fought to protect me, I wanted to feel him everywhere.

I took his hand and pressed it down. In an unerring accuracy, he moved with me so that when his fingers dipped lower, they slipped under the flimsy fabric of my thong.

Losing the rhythm of dancing, I closed my eyes and stayed draped over him as he thrust those big fingers into my wet pussy. The skin at my entrance was already dripping for him from how taboo it was to be in here like this with a stranger. And as he stroked those two digits up and down, then plunged them inside, I was lost in this race to come. His arm over my stomach kept me on his lap. Still grinding down on his erection trapped inside his pants, I rode his fingers and reached up to grip his face.

Obeying the command to kiss him as he leaned into me but held me on top of him, I struggled not to pass out from the need for air. My heart had never raced any faster than this. My lungs had never begged for oxygen this much. But he owned me. He controlled my body, fingering me and making me drip with arousal.

“Thank you,” I whispered between panted breaths as he raised his other arm to rip my top off, “for coming in this room with me.”

“Fuck.” He said it as a grunt as he thrust up. Holding my breast in his free hand, he rubbed his thumb over the hard bud of my nipple. And as I lay back on him, legs spread wide as he fingered me, he pushed his hips up to grind his erection against my ass.

I held on to his face as he kissed me again, growling into my mouth as his tongue sought mine. But for as quickly as this all started, I was too damn close to coming. Toys would never measure up to a masterful man like him.

As I whined, so desperate for the relief of coming on his fingers, I cried out at the intense pressure so low in my womb. My pussy ached for more of him to fill me and stretch me. My nipples begged for more of his fingers to pinch me. “Thank you for?—”

I gasped at the increased torture of his fingers on me. Adding his thumb into the mix, rubbing it over my clit, he urged me to come. I did, crying out so loudly that if he hadn’t muffled me with his mouth over mine, everyone in the other private rooms would’ve heard.

“More,” he growled as wave after wave of hot pleasure lanced through me. From my throbbing pussy, so sensitive from his rough touch, to the tips of my nipples that ached with the sweet release of this climax, I felt the intensity of this orgasm until I could barely nod at what he said.

“Give me more,” he demanded as he shifted me onto one of his thick thighs. Keeping his fingers in me, he unzipped himself and got his dick out.

Feeling his chest heave up proved how out of breath and riled up he was. I did that to him. Me.

Hearing his ragged inhales showed how quickly his heart was racing for me.

And feeling him slide me over the smooth, wide head of his cock had me moaning all over again.

“Thank you,” I whispered weakly. I’d just come on his fingers that he kept in me and I still wanted more. As he eased his fingers out, he shoved that big dick into me.

Arching my back, I welcomed the intense stretch of his cock thrusting all the way up into me. As soon as he rammed his length inside, I leaned up and put my hands on his knees to push back into him.

Setting up a fast dance of rocking back on his hardness pushed us both to come too quickly.

In this private room I hadn’t intended to enter, and with this man I didn’t realize I’d meet tonight, I rode his big shaft until we came together. My inner walls gloved him, and he groaned as he pushed me up one final time. Spread over his thighs, I shook at the bliss of his hands on my thighs, his nails digging into my flesh as he pulled me down on his jerking cock that spilled his hot cum up into me.

I knew better.

I wasn’t supposed to be at one of these private events to begin with.

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