Page 77 of The Bratva's Bride


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Big mistake.

I knew I dangled a piece of steak in front of a rabid wolf, or at least I liked to think I did.

Nikolai’s hand wrapped around my neck, squeezing at the sides, making my senses buzz. His face lowered until he hovered a mere inch from me. “If you wanted a fucking then all you had to do was ask,lisichka. Instead, you decide to be a brat. So, now, you’re going to be punished.” His low voice paired with his sexy smirk and the dangerous and dominating look in his eyes nearly made me come that instant.

I fucked up. Bad.

My vision blanked for a split second when the oxygen rushed back into me from the lack of pressure on my neck when he released me. During my short daze, Nikolai flipped me over onto my frontside and kept me pinned down with a hand on my upper back. Then, without warning, he buried himself deeply after bunching my nightie up and pushing my thong aside. No prep or foreplay needed because I was already soaking wet from him choking me while looking at me so deeply.

The sudden surge of pain and pleasure caused a silent scream to tense at my body. “Fuck! I’m—ah mhmph!” He didn’t even give me a chance to try and backpedal. His hand fisted at my hair and shoved my face into the pillow while his hips slammed into me with no remorse.

His voice cut through the haze of pleasureful torture he inflicted on me. “What? You’re sorry? Don’t give me that bullshit because we both know you’re not. You’re only sorry ‘cause you realized you fucked up. You’re not truly sorry for your words.” I couldn’t help but shudder at the feeling of his hot breath hitting my ear as his words echoed into me.

I couldn’t argue back because his words were true. So, with muffled whimpers, I threw my hands back to try and push him off only to have him trap both my wrists with his burly hand and pin them to my back.

Then, my head was yanked back by my hair. A sharp intake of breath scratched at my throat as the precious air filled my lungs. “Better keep your voice down,lisichka.Otherwise you better start coming up with some damn good excuses as to why you were screaming through the night.” His deep chuckle shook me to my very bones as I bit at my bottom lip to keep my sinful noises back.

The pressure from my head eased when my hair was free from his grasp. Then a muffled yelp caught in my mouth when I felt a hard impact on my behind, followed by three more in quick succession. “No coming until I say you can, understood?”

When I didn’t answer, another hard smack landed on my burning ass. “Understood,lisichka?” The rasp to his voice meant he wasn’t playing around—not like he ever did.

Struggling to keep my moans back, I nodded my head. But that wasn’t good enough because his hand cracked down on me again. “Y-yes, sir.” I whimpered, nearly giving out a moan when my voice came out.

“Fuck!” I squealed into the pillow when I felt his hand slip between my legs, his fingers quickly finding my clit—pinching it hard—while his hips piston in and out of me like an unrelenting machine.

This wasn’t fair!

My orgasm tightened at my abdomen painfully as I held out. The thought of defying him played in my mind, but I didn’t dare tempt the sleeping demon right now. If I disobeyed him then this punishment would turn a hundred times worse, and I didn’t want to think about enduring that right now.

He wasn’t taking it easy on me either, which I guess was the point of it being a punishment—but still. Every time I came close to zoning out, he’d snap me back to reality with some extra stimulus; harsh slaps to my ass, rough hair pulling, painful nipple pinching, anything to give my body a painful jolt to keep me present. He even chided me, reminding me this was a punishment so therefore no escape.

“Please.” I don’t know how long or how many times I’ve begged and pleaded with Nikolai at this point, nor did I know when the tears started spilling down my cheeks.

“No.” And I had no idea how persistently he’s denied me over. And over. And. Over.

“Please.” I sobbed needily.

“No.” I could hear the little tick in his voice which meant he was enjoying this greatly.

Fuck this went nowhere!

I knew for a damn fact he wouldn’t ever cave, and if he really wanted to then he could keep this up for a very long time—all night if he was really determined.

“Please, sir, I’m sorry, please let me come, please, I’m sorry.” I sobbed and trembled helplessly under him. My hands were starting to tingle from his grip on my wrists. It started to hurt so much, but I didn’t hate it. It was twisted, but being denied like this aroused me to no end, which made holding back harder and harder every passing second.

“What are you sorry for?” I could clearly hear his grunts and heavy breathing behind me as he continued to pound into me. It may not sound like it, but he was going strong still. I made the mistake of testing his resolve one too many times to know his limit.

“For saying I don’t belong to you, sir.” I would reach my breaking point soon, whether I wanted to or not. There was only so much control I could have over my body. “I won’t ever say that again, ever, I promise.”

His movements started to slow—but never stopped—as he leaned down and chuckled softly in my ear. “Who do you belong to,lisichka?” The arrogant but victorious smirk on his face was clear as day when I turned my head to look at him with hooded eyes.

“You, sir, I belong to you. Only you.” The possessive and dominating look in his eyes made me shiver and shrink beneath him as I kept his gaze.

A wave of relief and utter pleasure crashed into my body when his eyes softened right before he kissed me deeply. “You better not ever forget that. You are mine, for now and ever. Mine.” He growled possessively, taking my bottom lip captive between his teeth as he groaned deeply. “Come. Now. Scream for the whole world to hear who you belong to.”

Fuck it.

Fuck it if his brothers heard me. I could care less right now, as long as I could come—that’s all I cared about this instant. Consequences be damned.

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