Page 28 of The Bratva's Forced Kidnapped Bride
“You still have too many clothes on,” she said.
Scurrying off of me, she kept one hand planted on my chest to lower herself to tug at the waistband of my pants with her teeth. I laughed, finding it cute and letting her believe she could hold me down. Actually, as soon as she got my zipper down, I wouldn’t have moved for the world.
Shoving my boxer briefs down, she wrapped her lush lips around my rock-hard cock, making dangerously hot noises. She licked down my length and back up, scraping her teeth along my tender flesh before taking me deep in her mouth again. My eyes rolled back in my head, the intense pleasure mixing with the slight pain of her teeth and her fingernails digging into my chest. Was this heaven or hell? I didn’t want it to end, but she worked my cock so expertly, an end was nearing.
I took her by the shoulders and pulled her up. She fought me, snarling, wrapping her hand around my stiff shaft when I dragged her mouth away. I flipped her onto her back, ready to shove her soaked panties aside and get inside her tight little hole, but she gripped and stroked until I let out a roar.
My seed shot onto her belly, and a smile curled her lips as she looked at me with smug triumph. “That’s one,” she said, arching her back beneath me. “Now, if there’s something else you wanted to do?”
“How about a movie?” I asked, so deadly seriously, her eyes flew wide with disappointment. With a laugh, I ripped her panties off and pushed her legs almost up to her shoulders. “Just kidding. I’m going to eat your pussy until you scream, then I’ll be ready to fuck you, little girl.”
As soon as my mouth was on her, licking her swollen clit and lapping her up, she let out a feral noise, tugging at my hair and raising her hips to meet the strokes of my tongue. This was better than I remembered, and I had built our first time into some kind of apex fantasy in my mind, certain it couldn’t have been so good, and I was misremembering.
No, this was real. Too real, too perfect. I wanted her too much, but nothing short of a bullet would have made me stop. And it would have to be a kill shot, because pain alone couldn’t make me quit pushing my tongue deep inside her so I could hear those moans.
Within minutes, I was as hard as steel again, my cock pulsing with the need to be between Masha’s slick thighs. She shuddered, her hands moving fretfully between scratching my shoulders to tugging my hair. Her legs clamped around my head, threatening to drown me.
“Please,” she said, voice tight.
“Like you mean it,” I said, going right back to her slippery clit.
“Please,” she wailed.
I finally let her have the orgasm she craved, pushing myself up to watch as her eyes slammed shut and her hands fell from my hair to tangle in the couch cushions. “That’s two,” I said. “I’m going to win.”
Her glazed eyes found mine, and she laughed weakly. “I think it’ll be a tie. You still want to fuck me, don’t you? As soon as you get your cock inside me, you’re going to come.”
Getting myself into position, all my muscles tense and straining to do exactly as she said, I lazily trailed my fingertipsover her taut nipples, down her belly, sticky with my seed, nudging her with the tip of my cock.
She licked her lips, an invitation that was impossible to resist. Half mad with lust, I leaned down and kissed her until she was gasping, until it felt like I was about to die.
“That’s true enough,” I said next to her ear. “But I’m going to make you come again before I do.”
I slammed into her, hard and deep, her cry nearly drowned out by my roar. I felt her tight, wet channel clamp around my cock as the third orgasm rocked her entire body. I held on for three strokes before I joined her, shooting inside her until she drained me dry. I kissed her slack mouth, my arms finally giving out to collapse on top of her, where I lay panting, feeling her heart thundering against my chest. Or maybe it was my own. I had never felt so alive.
What did this woman do to me? What strange power did she have over me that allowed me to let myself go like that? It took a lot to scare the hell out of me. Even when she tortured me, I hadn’t really been afraid. Pain was only pain after all, and it would either end in death or just end. This was different, worse than that, but somehow something I didn’t want to give up.
Just like I didn’t want to give Masha up. I wouldn’t. Not now.
“What do you want to do next?” I managed to ask when I found my breath again.
After rolling off her, she turned to the side, resting her cheek against my chest in the tight space of the couch. I expected a cheeky reply, maybe even expected her to fling me off the couch again to even the score. As spent as I was, I’d find the strength to give her whatever she wanted.
Her mumbled answer was hardly discernible, and I tilted my head to look down at her. After a moment of silence, a soft sigh whispered from her lips, and she relaxed completely in my arms. My little torturer was fast asleep.
“I win,” I said quietly, gathering her close and closing my eyes.
Chapter 21 - Masha
My eyes snapped open, and I was lying in a big, comfortable bed, a familiar, intoxicating scent wafting from the pillow next to me, though I was alone. What the hell happened? I wanted to tell myself the last thing I remembered was being hustled out to the car during the raid, fuming because I wasn’t allowed to help, and wondering why I cared at all.
But no. I remembered every delightful detail of last night, even how I ended up here in Anatoli’s bed when I let myself drift off in his arms on the couch. I mean, how could I not fall asleep after so much intensity? In hindsight, maybe I should have let him know I was awake when he gathered me close and picked me up in the middle of the night to carry me in here, but he was so warm and cozy. And yes, I wanted that round two, and he didn’t disappoint.
But staying all night? Letting down my guard so completely? It wasn’t smart. So why did I lose control like that? It had to be the brush with death that made me fling myself at Anatoli, that and the fact I’d been wanting him as much as I was hating him.
It was bizarre, but it made everything so damn hot.
Wrapping myself in Anatoli’s robe, only because it was the closest thing to hand and not because it smelled like his aftershave, I found him in the kitchen.
