Page 42 of The Bratva's Auctioned Bride
“Don’t you dare move,” he warns me, and I hear him unzipping his pants.
His deep voice is like a drug to me, luring me to obey him, my body hanging by a thread, waiting for him to carry me to that pleasure I felt last time.
His hand brushes up the inside of my thigh and slips between my legs, gently brushing over my swollen clit and across my pussy. I purr and arch toward him.
“Soaked, little Angel. Such a good girl to be so ready for me.”
He thrusts his massive cock into me, and I yelp in surprise as the pleasure shoots through me.
His cock pushes my pussy open, spreading me wide, massaging every delicate nerve ending inside me.
Diomid pauses once he’s buried deep inside me, pushing his hips against my ass, his body pinning me to the desk.
“Don’t make a sound, princess,” he commands, slowly pulling out and thrusting in again.
I bite down hard on my lips to stop myself from moaning as each thrust of his monster cock brings me more and more pleasure. Diomid’s hands run down my naked back, over my ass. He slaps me again, the sharp stinging causing my pussy to clench over him. The pain from his hand burns outward and quickly intensifies the pleasure of his cock.
He threads his fingers around my neck and over my throat, up across my jaw, pulling my head back so that he can kiss me from behind. His lips lock with mine, and as he fucksme, his cock sliding in and out, soaked in my honey, his mouth claims mine, and his tongue pushes into me.
I feelbad. I feel erotic and dirty and delightfully naughty, but when he whispers against my mouth, “You’re such a good girl for me,” it utterly destroys me, breaks me down, and turns me into his plaything. I arch harder into him, my pussy dripping, my body shuddering as he fucks me, claims me, takes me. I want to be everything he desires. I want to be perfect for him.
What I want doesn’t even matter because somehow, with him in control, he’s giving it to me.
Chapter 13 - Diomid
She’s a beautiful little toy beneath me, arching against me, her tight body curved and dipping in all the right ways. Her round hips, her legs spread wide, and her pussy… her perfect little pussy that handles my cock like she was made for me.
I’ve never felt such pleasure in my life as I thrust forward into her, plunging deep inside, pushing her beautiful, swollen lips open, and stretching her.
She shivers beneath me and lets out a soft gasp of pleasure. The smallest sound that she dares to make, but so alluring. So full of temptation.
She is mine. She’s giving herself to me, and no other man has ever or will ever have her.
The thought makes my cock throb harder, turning to stone inside her. She wiggles, feeling it. Her pleasure grows as her muscles spasm slightly.
“Diomid,” she gasps, nearly able to catch her breath. Her legs are shaking.
“Come on my cock, princess. I want to feel your pussy pulsing over me.
“I… I….” Whatever she wanted to say is lost as I begin to fuck her even harder and faster. Her body spasms beneath me. I push her cheek against the desk as I thrust harder into her. Roughly dominating her, forcing her to take all of me as I swell even bigger, pushing her to the edge, making her realize she has no control here.
The moment she gives in to me, she explodes. Wave after wave of her orgasm rushes through her. I keep fucking her, maintain my pace, even as I explode inside her, still coming overme. I don’t stop fucking her until she takes a shuddering breath and her body collapses into my desk.
Behind me, a loud knock at my office door makes me jump in fright. Oh fuck.
I completely forgot where we were.
Hurriedly, I step away from her, tugging my pants closed. “Give me a second,” I call out. Angelika turns to face me, her cheeks bright and flushed, her lips swollen. She giggles and untangles her t-shirt, quickly pulling it on, then buttoning her jeans closed and running over to the sofa in the corner of my office and grabbing a magazine.
I do a quick check around the desk, which is a mess, but that’s nothing new.
Walking over to the door, my heart is racing. I can’t believe I was so reckless.
The door was unlocked. Someone could have walked in. The lights are on, and the windows aren’t even covered properly with the blinds half turned.
This was stupid. She makes me do stupid things. She makes me lose control of myself. No one has ever done that to me before. When I get reckless, it’s because I chose it. Not because someone distracted me so much that I lost my mind.What is going on with me?
I tug the door open.
