Page 42 of Plus-Size Bride Forced By the Bratva
I slid a finger over my panties—up…down…up…down…up…down. Shockwaves spread across my body, prompting my nipples to harden. I closed my eyes, let out a quiet sigh, and then dipped my hand underneath my panties.
“Fuck,” the word slipped out of my mouth, my teeth grazing my lower lip.
My pussy was soaking wet, each slide of my middle finger sending tremors down my core. Soft purrs escaped me, and my back arched in response to Lev’s imaginary hand fingering my cunt.
The feeling was ecstatic and breathtaking. Literally. My toes curled, fingers caressing my swollen clit while I simultaneously pinched my nipples with my free hand.
“Oh, God, yes,” I whispered to myself, bucking my hips.
I slid a finger between my folds, and seeing how wet I was, I dared to slide in another, and another until I had three fingers in. My pussy was slippery enough to accommodate all three, and now there was no turning back.
“Lev. Oh, Lev,” I moaned his name, tipping my head backward.
I fondled my breasts one at a time while driving those fingers deeper into my pussy. The more I touched myself, the more I wanted him. The heat coursing through me was too much to bear, and my body wouldn’t stop trembling.
In my head, he was going down on me, licking my plate clean with his tongue. “Ohh, fuck, yes! Yes…yes. Yes!” My voice shook with ecstasy, my tone rising on each word.
I ran four fingers rapidly over my clit, my legs shuddering in response to the shiver sprinting down my spine. “Ahh, uhh! Fuck you, Lev Tarasov.” I moaned his name over and over and over again.
Still couldn’t get enough.
I quickened my pace, rubbing my clit faster and more vigorously. “Aah, fuck!” A deep groan fell off my lips.
My toes curled, my legs trembled, and my back arched higher and higher. My eyes rolled back, fingers pulling against the sheets. For a moment, I thought my heart was going to burst from all that desire.
But it wasn’t my heart that I should be worried about. It was my cunt. The damn thing was so hot, and with each passing second, I drew closer to the edge. I was on the verge of releasing—I could feel it.
“Oh, fuck, I’m coming—I’m coming—I’m coming…!” My voice trailed off, my mouth open in a silent scream.
My face was contorted in pleasure, my thighs frantically grazing against each other. Yet, I kept rubbing that clit like mylife depended on it. I could barely breathe at this point, and my brain had completely shut down.
Then came the explosion that rattled across my body, shattering every fiber of my being. My hand flew to my face, my palm covering my mouth as I let out a muffled moan. I was shaking like a leaf, my grip tightening around the sheets.
The orgasm was so intense it left me mesmerized, breathless, and numb. My back, which had arched so high, dropped to the mattress with a soft thud. Panting, I gazed absently into space, my chest rising and falling with uneven breaths.
My cunt was hot and slippery, my fingers coated with my wetness. I let out a deep breath, blinking a few times to get a grip on myself. Gradually, disappointment began creeping in, and so did regret. But the deed was done, and it revealed the bitter truth I wasn’t ready to face.
If Lev and I didn’t make out soon, this would probably turn into a habit—my daily routine whenever I was alone. Despite myself, I couldn’t deny that jerking off to thoughts of him felt good.
It did. It felt really good. Not as satisfying as the real thing, but good enough to momentarily quench my desire.
I rolled over and buried my face in a pillow, ashamed of myself.
Chapter 20 —Lev
Everything happened so fast.
One minute, we were stepping out of the casino together with her beside me, and the next, bang!
The gunshot was so loud it startled her, leaving her frozen in place and shocked to hear the bones crack. My reflexes kicked in the moment the shot rang out, and in a split second, I stepped in front of her without hesitation.
With a strategic and well-calculated move, I shoved her behind me as a sharp, searing pain cut through my arm. The bullet grazed my skin by mere inches, tearing through my flesh in the process.
“Get down!” I tackled Ravyn to the ground, ignoring the pain in my arm.
My men rushed over to cover us, the sound of rapid gunfire filling the air as they fought back. She lay on her stomach, shaking like a leaf with her hands over her ears.
I scanned her body for any signs of injuries, and when I didn’t find any, I glanced around the chaos, watching my trained men take down our attackers. Based on my observations, those guys had stepped out of a van parked across the street.
