Page 21 of The Bratva's Forced Kidnapped Bride
Breaking the kiss, he looked down at me. “Tell me you want this, and don’t think I won’t know if you’re lying.”
His other arm still held me close, and I rose on my toes, still several inches shorter than him, but now almost nose to nose. The feel of the hard planes of his body made me sigh. There was no need to lie. No matter what the reason, I wanted this. Wanted him.
Wriggling against him, I watched his eyes narrow. “You don’t have to say a word,” I said, reaching down to press the palm of my hand against the stiff bulge straining the front of his pants.
Pushing me harder against the wall, his hand went from my hair to my throat. “Tell me,” he commanded.
I shoved with all my might, barely budging him. Grabbing the back of his head, I pulled his mouth down for another kiss, hotter and wilder than the first. The hand at my throat slid behind my neck, his fingers ranging through my hair again. Lifting me off my feet, he carried me with my feet dangling, his arm locked tight around my back, never breaking our fevered kiss.
This wasn’t even a mission anymore. I wouldn’t have stopped if my life depended on it. “What if I showed you instead?”
He shook his head. “Tell me.”
Swallowing hard, I nodded, my limbs heavy with desire, my heart pounding. “I want it.”
Once in his bedroom, he let me go, stepping back and looking me up and down. I wavered on my feet, watching him take me in. Never taking his eyes off me, he reached over and slid open a drawer. A slow grin took over his face as he pulled out a small whip.
I shivered, but not with fear. The short leather lashes were tipped with velvet, not metal. As he took a step forward, I took a step back, licking my lips. Now this was what anticipation felt like. He struck out like a cobra, jumping forward and reaching around so the whip lashed across my backside.
“Now let me kiss it all better,” he said with a grin, pulling me close and smoothing the fabric of my dress up my thighs.
I shivered, letting my head fall back as he ran his fingers along the edges of my panties, then gripped the lace and yanked. In another second, I was face down on the bed and the lash snapped across my bare ass, stinging and caressing at the same time. Then he pushed me up onto my knees, one hand flat between my shoulder blades as he slid his other hand between my parted thighs.
I moaned as he sank his fingers into my wet heat, tried to arch my back, and direct his questing hand where I needed it. Another lash and he was pushing me down again as I writhed.
“More,” I growled.
His fingers sank deep inside me, slid out to circle my swollen, aching clit. “More of this?” he asked, leaving me bereft again as he pulled away. Another stinging smack from the whip, then a shiver of pleasure as he dragged the velvet tips acrossmy skin. “Or more of this? I confess I like watching your sexy little ass wiggle whenever I—” Another crack of the whip. Then his fingers were inside me again, finding my clit and dragging a ragged noise from my throat as he expertly worked my body. “But I love how wet your pussy is for me. To think I can make Masha Fokin moan.”
Yes, it was shocking to me, too, how he seemed to hit every spot just right. Removing the restraining hand from my back, he spanked me as he pushed deep inside me with his fingers.
“Now I’m going to make you scream, little girl,” he said.
He spanked me again, and I shuddered as he pushed me toward the edge. Turning my head, I watched him stare down at my bared ass, one hand raised as the other controlled me with exquisite pleasure. With a snarl and every last shred of self-control, I shoved upwards, grabbing for the whip that lay forgotten at his side. Swinging around, I yanked his shirt open, sending buttons flying, and lashed it across his chest.
He overpowered me easily, dragging me tight against him and kissing me, sweeping his tongue into my eager mouth. We broke apart for a split second as he tore open his zipper to reveal a huge, throbbing cock. My dress had fallen back down, but he made quick work of yanking it over my head and tossing it aside. As he shrugged out of his jacket and what was left of his shirt, I sent my bra flying.
He paused for a split second, licking his lips as he reached for my breasts, running his fingertips surprisingly gently over my taut nipples. I melted back against the bed as he nudged my thighs apart with his knee. Closing my eyes as sensations I hadn’t felt in far too long, and never, ever like this, flowed over me and through me.
He kissed me hard and fierce, grabbing my wrist and pulling it above my head. In the next second, I felt the cool metal, heard the click. I thrashed against the cuff now restraining me to the bed, and reached for his hair with my free hand.
“You needed to be reminded that you’re mine,” he said, before I dragged his head back down for another kiss.
I wrapped my legs around his hips, moaning into his mouth as I felt that thick, hard shaft press against my tender clit. He made a strangled sound as he wrestled my other hand up next to the first one, locking it in place. I was his now, helpless underneath him as his cock strained against my belly.
And I loved every second of it.
“You said something about making me scream?” I asked, rattling the cuffs as I arched my back.
With a laugh, he rammed deep inside me, giving me every inch of what I craved. “You’ll scream,” he said, pulling out with a groan. “When I’m good and ready to make you come. But first, I want to play with your hot little body some more.”
And play he did, deliciously tormenting me with his tongue, his fingers, the whip. I thrashed and writhed against the handcuffs, longing to wrap my hands around his throat as he kissed me, wanting to snatch the whip away from him again and drag it across his muscular back as it rose and fell while he fucked me senseless.
The first orgasm was from his fingers, and I clamped my lips around any noise other than a ragged gasp. What if he stopped when there was so much more? Then he spread my legs wide and plunged his face between them, licking me until I was ragged, teasing me with promises of what he’d do next. That time I screamed.
He was inside me again, hard and deep, his arms shaking as he looked down at me. “Tell me again,” he said, voice low and harsh with the same need I still had, even after two glorious orgasms.
I rattled the cuffs, and he smiled, reaching to take them off. As soon as my hands were free, I wrapped them around his shoulders and pulled him close, arching my back to drive his cock deeper. “I want it,” I gasped.
