Page 60 of The Bratva's Auctioned Bride
The sight of her pleasure makes me fuck her harder.
I slam into her, over and over again. Grabbing her thighs and pushing them wider apart, my cock forces her open, stretching her wide, sliding, massaging, filling her up.
She begins to moan, forgetting where we are; her gasps are too loud.
Leaning over her again, I clasp my hand over her mouth. It makes me wild with lust, and I thread my other hand over her delicate throat. She tilts her head back and gives in to my control.
She is mine. She is utterly and completely mine. My cock swells harder, growing inside her. She squeals against my hand, and in that moment, her pussy explodes over me. Undulating with each spasm of her muscles. Her entire body convulses beneath me, and I explode inside her, clenching my jaw to stop from shouting her name.
She’s breathless and grinning when I push myself off her and offer her my hand to help her up.
She bites her lower lip, not saying a word, but her eyes are full of mischief and satisfaction as she straightens her panties and watches me button up my pants.
Angel pulls her dress down just as the guest bedroom door bursts open.
“What the fuck is going on in here?” Jaroslav snarls, his face rigid with anger, his fists clenched and his jaw set.
“Jaro, wait, it’s not what you think,” Angel blurts out, panic shooting across her face.
“I can fucking see exactly what the fuck it is,” he shouts, and behind him, Zakhar and Matvei arrive to see what the commotion is about.
“What the….” Matvei stammers, as shocked as everyone else.
“Guys, wait,” I say, holding my hands up defensively. “Just listen…”
But Jaroslav isn’t going to listen. He launches at me, while Angel tries to get between us. She fights him, but he’s blinded with anger and pushes her onto the bed.
“Don’t push her,” I shout, as he grabs me and shoves me toward the door.
“Shut the fuck up, Diomid,” Zakhar growls dangerously, following Jaroslav as he drags me into the living room and shoves me onto one of the sofas, standing over me with his Glock in his hand.
“When the fuck did you pull out your gun?” I shout in horror, keeping my hands raised, not daring to take my eyes off Jaroslav.
My brothers stream into the living room, everyone shouting at the same time.
“I say we torture him,” Evengil snarls.
“Guys, torture? Seriously?” Timofey stammers, trying to figure out what’s going on.
When Angelika bursts into the room looking flustered with her hair wild, he groans and understands.
“Let him go,” Angel shouts, pushing Jaroslav.
Her brothers ignore her. Demanding justice for what I did to their little sister.
Overwhelmed, unsure what to say because so far everything I’ve said has only made it worse, I sit in stunned silence, waiting for Jaroslav to put a bullet in my skull. He looks unhinged enough to do it. Angry enough to put an end to my existence.An existence made worthwhile because I got to know her.
Matvei tries to step between the gun and me, speaking gently in an attempt to de-escalate Jaroslav and the other Shev brothers, but Jaroslav just snarls at him, “Stay the fuck out of this, Mat.”
“Come on, man, you have a gun pointed at my brother, you know I can’t stay out of this,” he groans.
“Your brother took advantage of our sister. We won’t let him get away what that.” Zakhar says, standing over Matvei and forcing him to step back, his hands also raised in the air.
“Diomid, help us out here, man. Can you explain what the hell is actually going on?” Timofey asks, his eyes darting around the room. He knows what’s going on, he just doesn’t believe I’m that stupid, that reckless.
“There’s nothing to explain. I saw it with my own eyes.” Jaroslav is clearly not in a talking mood.
I groan again, dropping my hands and closing my eyes.
