Page 28 of Bratva's Secret Girl

“What?” Her eyes widen at my change of topic.

“Bowls, that sort of thing. Glasses.”

“I don’t think so.” She sounds baffled. “I don’t know. I’ve never bought any. We just use what came with our rented house.”

“Can you learn?” I demand.

“Maybe?” she says uncertainly.

“Good.” I can’t wait for a bed. I can’t be patient anymore.

She’s mine.

I have to have her.

I stand and sweep my arm across the table, clearing it with one motion. Glasses, plates, cutlery, it all crashes to the floor and Hayley squeaks as I pick her up and sit her before me on the white cloth.

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MAXIM

My legs finding the space between her bare thighs, and my erection pressing into her soft lower stomach, I brace one arm and wrap the other around her back, easing her so she’s laid on the now-empty table, my mouth on hers.

I kiss her with all the pent-up energy of today and all the days since we met.

“I love you, I love you.” I repeat it in English and in Russian

She says the words back to me, almost sobbing with relief. “I love you, Maxim, I love you, too.”

The feel of her small body beneath me has me impossibly hard, but the thing that brings me a hairbreadth from losing control is her grabbing my head and kissing me with all the innocent enthusiasm I’ve imagined.

She makes a needy sound from the back of her throat and rolls her hips upwards. “I love the weight of you on me.”

“Just wait,” I say between deep, drugging kisses with my tongue in her mouth and her shyly exploring mine. “You’ll have all that you need of me on you.” I slide one hand down to push between us, to her belly. “In you, too. My cock first, then my baby.”

“Put it in me.” Hayley wraps her legs around my waist and my erection lines up with her slit. She whines and I grunt at the way we’re nearly, so nearly together.

My abdominals scream at me as I use both hands to free my cock while still kissing her.

“Be inside me. I need you,” she whispers against my lips, and wriggles. Her movement gets my hips fully between her legs, and the hard crown notches where she’s soaking wet and yielding.

A barely restrained animal noise tears from me and I have to slap one hand onto the table to hold myself up. I reach down with the other, so my fingers rub over her clit, and she bucks in response.

“You’re going to feel…” My brain is blanked by just the entrance to her.

She’s so tiny beneath me. A shot of savage arousal goes right to my cock at how filthy this is. How she’ll be small and tight. How she’ll bleed for me, and be mine and mine alone.

“Please.” She digs her heels into my arse and tilts her hips. “Please. I need you. Take me.”

I groan as I give in to her and let her pull me down to that yielding spot, and the naked tip of my cock presses into her soaking folds. For a second there’s tension.

“That’s it, you’re mine. You were always meant to be mine,” I murmur, and I’m not sure who I’m reassuring. Her. Me. Both of us. “This will hurt…”

I don’t let up on her clit, circling insistently.

Then she stretches to take me and we’re both making raw noises from the backs of our throats as I sink into her. It feels like white and gold light streaming around and between us as I stroke her cheek with my knuckles, and her clit with my thumb. I distract her with kisses. The urge to drive all the way into her is almost unbearable.

I have to allow her to adjust. It’s her first time, however sweet and obedient she is, I can’t forget that.