Page 10 of Captured By the Masked BRATVA
He pulls back to look into my eyes, searching for something before taking a deep breath and saying, “I’ve never had sex without a condom before.”
“Okay,” I answer, trying to understand what he is telling me.
He frowns briefly, sliding his hand over my body, watching where it touches.
“I meant it when I said I’ll ruin you.”
I nod, “I understand.”
“No, you don’t. Now I’m going to eat your pussy again. Then I’ll fuck you raw until you forget who you are. Until you feel some kind of peace.”
His words make the muscles in my thighs clench and I know he feels it because his eyes darken.
“You like dirty talk,” he says. “That surprises me.”
I shrug lightly, then gasp as his fingers begin to work their magic over my clit. His mouth clamps over my nipple and he sucks hard, pulling a moan from my throat. He worships me like he’s trying to atone, and I let him, because for the first time since Lev died, being alive doesn’t feel like a punishment.
When he releases my nipple I miss the warmth of his mouth immediately but in seconds his head is between my thighs and he is working me into a frenzy with his tongue. He is relentlessand unwavering in his determination as my pleasure lifts to the peak and he holds me there, painfully on the edge of release.
“That’s in Elena,” he says, his voice gravelly low against my wet center. “Look at you on the edge of coming undone on my face.”
His words drive me wild but I can feel myself receding from the edge when his mouth claims me again. Drives me up thereagain, and then he pulls back,again, and I think I might lose my mind to frustration and rage.
“I could eat this pretty pussy all night long and keep you right here.” His words aren’t threatening, and yet that’s exactly what it feels like as my body relaxes again, the pleasure beginning to fade. “I’m going to make you come so hard you forget your own name.” This time, I think he is going to take me all the way over, and my body begins to tense with the onslaught, then he stops and I let out a frustrated growl.
“How much do you want to come on my face, Elena?” he asks and I bang my fists either side of me before grabbing my tits and squeezing.
“Please, Artem, just let me come,” I beg, my hips rocking, my pussy searching for friction.
He swipes his tongue over me in one quick motion.
“Not yet. My cock is so hard and dripping for you. I can’t wait to fuck you again.”
I can only moan at his words, the desperate need for release turning my vision blurry.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you forget everything but the feel of my cock filling your tight, little cunt.”
Then his mouth is on me again, only this time there’s no slowing down. He chases my orgasm with feverish obsession and when I come apart he follows my jerking body with his mouth,never relenting. Sucking and licking my clit until my thighs squeeze tight around his head, my body bucking with the force of coming apart.
He prises my legs apart before the orgasm has fully passed through me, and flips my onto my stomach, spreading my legs and lining himself up in one swift move. Then he is inside me again, thick and hard and throbbing.
“That’s it,” he grunts into my hair as he pulls out all the way to the tip. “Take all of my cock.” He slides in on the wordcockthen pushes a little harder, a little deeper. One of his hands is braced beside my head and the other is between us, squeezing my ass. “Fuck you’re so fucking sexy.” His words are beginning to come out sounding fractured and disjointed but they still heat me up from the inside. The thought that I’m driving this man wild with my body does something to me.
I rock my pelvis, chasing my own pleasure again.
“I could worship this greedy, needy cunt forever.” His pace picks up and I truly believe I’m going to lose my mind. “I can feel you tightening up,” he says. “That’s it, Elena, come on my cock.”
The world around me explodes and I’m fairly certain I do too. He lets go of my ass and curls his arm beneath me, squeezing my breast as he comes too with words of worship and reverence I never expected to hear about myself. And words that should make me feel dirty and cheap, but somehow make me feel like I belong to him.
Artem
Elena sleeps against my chest, one hand curled beneath her chin, her breath warm against my skin. The room is quiet but alive with the soft rhythm of her breathing. For the first time in years, the silence isn’t heavy. It’s a strange and fragile peace.
All I can see is her. The faint pink mark along her neck where my mouth lingered, the way her lashes tremble in sleep as if she’s still dreaming.
I should be planning what comes next. There will be consequences; there always are. But my thoughts refuse to line up the way they used to. Instead, I’m thinking about what it would mean if this was allowed to grow into something.
I could talk to her father. I know his type: the kind of man who respects survival more than sentiment. He made deals with my family before; he knows what I’m capable of. If I tell him I could have killed his daughter and chose not to, he’ll understand the exchange being offered. He’ll agree to whatever keeps her breathing.
