Page 33 of Caught By the Bratva Boss

“Misha,” she moans, running her fingers through my hair. She’s completely at my mercy with both her legs hanging down but unable to touch the floor. She’s trapped on my cock, exactly where I want her. I bring my hands around, kneading her ass, loving the sound of her whimpers when I squeeze her sore cheeks.

“Please,” she begs.

I give her tit another suck, letting my teeth graze her sensitive skin. Pulling back, I release her with an audible, wet pop. “Please what?”

She lets out a frustrated groan. “You’re still going to make me beg?”

“Always, sweetheart.” I give her a wink. “Do you have any idea how sexy you look when you beg me to make you come?”

Gripping her hips, I lift her, slowly raising her up the length of me before sliding her back down. She cups my face and brings her forehead to mine. “Fuck,” she whimpers when I keep slowly fucking her. “I never knew anything could feel this good. I’m so glad I broke into your house.”

I laugh and give her a kiss. “Me too, baby. Me too.”

Her breaths turn into fast pants and soon she’s bracing her uninjured foot on the stool’s footrest so she can get more leverage, riding me on her own, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Her tits bounce with her movements, and her hips rock in a seductive rhythm that makes me grit my teeth so I don’t come too soon. I bring one hand to her ass and grip the back of her neck with the other, watching her chase her own release.

“That’s right, baby. Use my cock and make yourself come. Take your pleasure, little thief.”

She brings her mouth to mine and kisses me hard. Her nipples scrape my chest, making my balls tense as my whole body screams for the release it’s so desperate for.

“Misha,” she moans against my lips seconds before her whole body tenses and then bucks even harder against me. I rock my hips, meeting her thrusts, burying myself even deeper inside her. Her pussy pulses around me, surrounding me in her tight, wet heat, and it’s too much to resist. With a growl, I join her, letting go and emptying everything I have inside the woman who’s quickly become my whole life.

“I love you,” I whisper against her lips, pulling her tighter against me, both of us still riding the high from our orgasms. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too,” she murmurs against my lips, before covering my face in soft kisses as she lazily keeps rocking her hips against me, soaking up the aftershocks as small shudders rack her body. She wraps one arm around my shoulders and cups my face with her other hand and gives me the sweetest smile before surprising me with a full belly laugh. She laughs until tears are running down her face, and the sound is so damn contagious that I can’t help but join in.

“Having yourself a nice little post-orgasm high, sweetheart?” I ask, giving her a wink.

She wipes away the tears and lets out a shaky breath. “I think it just hit me how bizarre this all is. I went from being a virgin to riding a Bratva boss’s enormous cock in his kitchen.”

I laugh and give her another kiss. “If it makes you feel any better, I plan on fucking you in every room, not just the kitchen.”

She smiles and lets out a hungry moan. “Yes, please.”

“God, how will I ever get any work done? I’ve never taken a day off before. Everyone is probably wondering where the fuck I am.”

“You deserve a day off.”

“No sleep for the wicked, baby,” I tell her, giving her another kiss before slowly lifting her off me. I let out a groan at the sight of her. “Your pussy always looks amazing, but it never looks better than right after I fuck it, when you’re swollen and used and dripping my seed. Goddamn, sweetheart, you’re a work of art.”

She smiles and looks at me like she doesn’t quite believe me, but she’ll learn how serious I am, even if it takes me a lifetime to prove it to her.

“I’ve never come inside a woman before,” I admit to her. I give a soft laugh at her shocked face. “I should probably be very worried about that, but I’m not.” I sit her on the edge of the counter, gripping her hips and lightly grazing her soft skin with my thumbs. “Are you?”

“I should be, but I’m not.” She thinks for a second and then says, “I don’t want anything between us, Misha, and I trust you. I know you’ll take care of me, no matter what.”

“I will always take care of you, sweetheart. You don’t need to ever worry about that.”

She smiles and watches me with a longing look as I tuck my cock back inside my pants and grab her clothes. I help her dress and then sit her back in her stool so she can finish her meal. Pulling my T-shirt back on, I smile when she lets out a sad little moan.

“I promise I’ll get naked again later,” I tell her with a wink.

“You better,” she says, making me laugh.

“I’ve created a monster.”

She laughs and takes another bite of food, not even bothering to deny it. After we’ve finished, I carry her to the car, wanting to take her with me. I know at some point I’m going to have to leave her side, but not now, not when her face is still glowing from the sex we just had and she’s covered in my scent. Besides, it’s not like Vadim will care. Hell, he’ll be ecstatic to see me with someone. Ever since he married Nadia, he’s been hinting that things would be a lot better for me if I found someone to settle down with. I’d remembered the look on his face when his wife was kidnapped, though, and I always swore I’d never open myself up to that kind of pain. We got her back okay, but if we hadn’t, I know it would’ve destroyed Vadim.

I don’t want to think about what will happen if I’m ever put in that situation. I remind myself that there’s a tracker in her ass and feel my blood pressure start to stabilize. Reaching over, I squeeze her thigh and change the direction of my thoughts.

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