Page 25 of The Bratva's Bride


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CHAPTER 13

Angel

Shit.

The dark edge to his voice made me soak my thong. God, I wanted to beg him to break me right then and there.

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I slowly uncrossed my legs and opened them until they were at the edges of my seat. Unable to help it, I shivered at the feeling of the cool air hitting my arousal, and I had to bite my tongue to hold back my whimper when I felt myself throb.

His strong, deep voice sent another shiver of pleasure to my sensitive nipples and pussy, making me clench at nothing but the thought of him later tonight. “That’s going to be thirty later tonight. Your attitude the rest of the night will determine whether it will be my hand or my belt that will be marking that sweet bottom of yours.” His eyes never left the road as he spoke, but I didn’t need to see his dominating eyes as I could hear it in his voice.

“What? Thirty?!” What happened to ten?! He made it clear this wasn’t going to be some funishment, so I was fucked.

I was tempted to shut my legs closed again, but the warning squeeze from his hand was all I needed to keep them parted. “You gave me attitude, defied me even further by closing your legs, and I had to repeat myself. I am being generous right now with you, so I suggest you don't push your luck the rest of the night,lisichka.” Was it a warning or a threat? It was hard to discern which from the edge in his voice in my hazy mind.

Shuddering, I swallowed my defiance before it could slip from my mouth and get me in more trouble. “Yes, sir.” I doubt he would pull his punches. He said this would be a punishment, so I could only imagine the infliction later.

“Having naughty thoughts already?” There was a playfulness to his voice as he trailed his hand up my thigh and cupped my pussy. The thin lace of my thong did nothing to protect me against his hot touch that made me gasp. “Fuck you are soaking wet already.” His voice rasped.

Gripping the sides of my seat, I sucked in a sharp breath when I felt his fingers slip under the thin fabric and stroked at my wet slit. “Kolya.” I whimpered, bucking my hips softly against his hand to get more traction and hoping maybe it’ll be enough to get the slightest slip of his finger inside my aching cunt. “Ah!”

The pinch came out of nowhere, jolting my body with a painful pleasure. “Try that again.” It wasn’t an invitation or a dare; it was a warning. He didn’t ease up on my throbbing clit, keeping it pinched between his strong fingers while he rolled it to keep the stimulation going.

Whimpering and shuddering, I pulled myself together as best as possible. No man has ever touched me like this before, so harshly right off the bat. But I lived for it. “I’m sorry, sir.” Fuck this man made me unravel faster than I wanted.

“Are you going to be a good girl the rest of the night?” He turned his head to smirk at me as he teased my clit with slow strokes of his finger. His tone challenged me to argue, to give him more reason to add more to the counter.

But I won’t give it to him. “Yes, sir, I’ll be good.” For the sake of my sanity and ass later, I would force myself to behave.

A deep moan left me as my back arched in my seat from the feeling of his thick finger penetrating me. I could already feel the pleasure buzzing at my ear, fading nearly everything out. “I don’t know how you’re going to fit that big cock of yours in me later, but it’s going to feel so good.” Maybe I should just tell him to turn the car around and take us back home. I would need more than his fingers to sate this burning need for him.

“I will be gentle, don’t worry.” Nikolai chuckled as he slowly thrusted his finger in and out of my tight cunt, his palm rubbing against my little pleasure pearl with each movement.

Whimpering needily, I lightly stomped my foot out of frustration. “I don’t want you to be gentle, I want you to ruin me, sir.” I wanted him to fuck me until I couldn’t walk for days, until I couldn’t feel my legs. I wanted him to make me be at his mercy.

God what is wrong with me? I shouldn’t be wanting those things so strongly from a man this early on. Granted, he was my husband, so a part of it has to be alright, right? It’s normal for me to want my own husband, my chiseled god of a husband.

The deep growl from Nikolai made me flutter and clench around his finger as I bit my bottom lip with a delighted smile. “Be careful with your words darling. I am not the kind of man that you should be saying such things to.” I wanted to unhinge him, make him lose control.

“I always say what I mean and want. Make me your slut tonight, sir.” I have no idea where such filthy words came from, but the primitive desire for him to dominate me and make me his won over my logical side.

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