Page 69 of Trapped By the Bratva

Hannah was a distraction I didn’t need, but as I gave up on lying in my bed and waiting to fall asleep, I got up and went to her room with the conviction that she was the distraction I wanted. So damn badly.

I stood there watching her sleep. Her black curly hair lay in a halo around her head, and her face remained slightly pinched, as though she was uncomfortable and restless in her sleep.

Beautiful.

And she could be mine.

All mine and no one else’s.

Watching her sleep taunted me to really envision what it could be like. If she were my woman, my wife. If I were to knock her up and add on to the next generation of Valkovs here.

I wouldn’t be alone. Nor would she. In each other, we’d belong to a brighter future—so long as I could fight to have her and she would continue to put up with me and my flaws.

Approaching the bed, I crept closer toward her while being careful not to rouse her in this peaceful quiet. I was drawn to her, and a twisted, strong urge to have her coasted through me.

I lowered my sweatpants and boxers before crawling up onto the bed. She stirred, moving in reaction to the mattress sinking and dipping from my added weight. But she slept on. Like an angel. Or the devil. She inspired both admiration and annoyance from me, but right now, as I lowered next to her as she stayed curled on her side, I pushed her nightgown up.

Fuck me, Darling. You are my good girl.She wasn’t wearing any panties, and it was all the invitation I wanted to assume I could claim her. I shifted her leg up, draping it over mine as I pulled her toward me.

My dick bumped at her pussy, and I bit my lip not to groan at the warm flesh I’d push past. With both of my fingers, I spread her folds apart and open. She sucked them in as I slid them into her tight heat, and after a few strokes in and out, testing my patience, she became slick with her cream dripping out.

A low, sexy moan left her lips. Rolling her head toward me, she moved in her sleep.

I won’t last.

I couldn’t help myself. I had to have her. Now.

I pushed my cockhead into her entrance, driving hard and quick. With a long, agonizing slide in, I seated myself in the tight vise of her smooth, wet channel. Her cunt swallowed me in, and I stopped.

Breathing hard, I held her close to me and waited. My fingers curled around her breast as I hugged her to my chest.

My dick throbbed, prompting me to move. My heart raced, charging full speed ahead with the hit of adrenaline of what I was doing.

I should’ve woken her up first. But I didn’t. I wanted the peace of fucking her without any strings. Without having to discuss it all. And without hearing her out as she doubted what we could have.

Thrusting into her slowly, I filled her over and over again, speeding toward an intense orgasm. After all the negative energy I stored and bottled up all day from that disappointing meeting, I had to expend it and vent.

Into her.

Just before my balls could tighten and I’d shoot my load into her pussy, she woke. Startled at first for finding my cock rammed into her, she flinched, then gasped.

I turned her face toward me, forcing her to crane her neck to see me. Once she was lined up, our mouths parted with shallow, rapid breaths, I held her chin and tipped her closer for a kiss.

“I thought…” She closed her eyes and arched back into me as I drove in deeper. “I thought I was dreaming.”

I slammed my lips over hers and lowered my hand to her breasts. She kissed me back, twisting to keep her face close to mine. But she redirected my hand from her jiggling tit. I let hershove my hand, and as soon as I realized she wanted my hand—or my fingers—on her clit, I took over.

I broke the kiss, staring down at her sleepy, lust-filled face. “You going to be a good girl for me and come?” Before she could reply, I grabbed her thigh and forced her to widen her legs more. To open up for me. She did, and as I stuffed her pussy, I found her clit and teased it. Rolling circles around it. Rubbing against the nub. Then flicking my finger at it until she rode my dick in return. Every time her ass pushed against me, I growled and wished she’d milk me dry already.

I couldn’t last. I wouldn’t.

So when we came together, her pussy clenching my cock, I bellowed a loud roar of satisfaction. Every time was perfection. Guiding her to a climax was a reward in and of itself, but having the chance to flood her womb with my hot cum was a bonus I’d never pass on.

“You’re not going anywhere,” I promised as we lay together afterward, our limbs entwined and our combined cum leaking out of her pussy to smear on our skin.

I wouldn’t stop with my crusade to get revenge on Avilov. It seemed impossible. But I would compromise however I could to keep Hannah in my life like this.

Sated. Safe. And staying with me, no matter what.

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