Page 17 of Bratva’s Stolen Bride (Obsessed Bratva Bosses #1)

PAYTON

Wet heat gushes between my legs at his filthy words.

My husband should be less intimidating naked, but he’s not. A cock that large, red, veined, and throbbing, is practically a weapon. His tattoos continue down his body, over his hips and thighs and I want to trace every single one. But since he’s on top of me, there are more urgent matters.

Feliks doesn’t ask or go slow.

“Forgive me,” he says abruptly, then rears up, grabs the middle of my delicate white dress in both hands, and tears it open.

He groans as my bikini is revealed.

I’m motionless in what I suppose should be horror, as the same violence is done to the string bikini that I’ve been bonding with this past day, his tattooed knuckles brushing my skin.

The sound of the rips and snaps is brutal in the hushed room, and I fight the urge to cover myself, suddenly shy.

Tattered fabric is strewn over my body and around, but Feliks doesn’t seem to care, because I’m revealed enough.

My breasts are naked, and he lets out a feral grunt as he lowers himself to touch his mouth to my chest, kissing over my bare shoulders and then down to my nipples with a fierce intensity.

“I’ve wanted to worship these since I saw you in that bikini,” he says hoarsely, his lips not moving from my skin. “You’re so fucking beautiful, it’s unreal. And you belong to me. I’m the luckiest fucker alive.”

Then he’s shifted and has his mouth on one of my pebbled nipples and his fingers on the other. The graze of his teeth is a sign he’s not playing. I gasp as the mixture of pleasure with a slice of pain rips down me from my breasts to my clit. “Oh!”

“Yes,” he rasps, and tweaks my nipple, making me gasp.

I writhe against him, needing him closer. He has his hard-on pressed over my pussy, and his weight on me is arousing in a way I didn’t expect.

He’s effortlessly holding me in place with his big body and the sheer power of him makes my clit pulse as he licks and nibbles me. It takes no time at all for me to be a panting mess, shimmering with desire for him.

“Feliks, please.” I plunge my fingers into his silver and black hair and try to urge him… I don’t know where. Up so we’re face to face? Closer to my breasts to have those insanely pleasurable trades?

He groans as he drags away my ruined bikini bottoms.

“You’re so beautiful. Fuck, you’re absolutely gorgeous, the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen. Look at your little body, so sweet and curvy and delicate.”

But he makes a different choice, chuckling to himself as he ducks his head between my legs, and my face is flaming.

“Feliks! What are you doing?” I thought he would take my virginity?

He looks up, and his expression is pure sin. Dark-blue eyes gleaming.

“Exactly what I said. Getting you ready to have my cock in your virgin pussy, and be loved by me. I have to make you feel good. I need to taste you, and have you quake beneath me as you come.”

He doesn’t give me a chance to react, impatiently pushes my knees further apart, tossing my thighs over his shoulders, and dives his head back down.

There are no slow and respectful touches now. Not like when he was covering me with sunscreen. His mouth finds my core immediately and sucks.

I scream. He yanks pleasure from me so powerful it’s a shock that leaves me gripping at Feliks’ scalp for dear life.

His shoulders rock as he laughs and does it again, and it’s only when he braces his arm over my hips that I realise I’ve jerked with his touch, my body responding without my say-so.

“You’re going to take it, lisichka,” he murmurs before holding me down even harder and bringing his mouth to my pussy.

I hardly know what happens then. There’s only Feliks’ lips and tongue and his arms keeping me exactly where he wants me, and the fastest build towards climax that I’ve ever had.

His fingers leave where he’s caressing my thigh soothingly, and nudge at my entrance as he licks my clit relentlessly.

The first finger is slight discomfort that turns into utter bliss.

The next is a pinch and a fullness. Then he does something with his fingers, a thrust that makes me feel I’m his to command, and he just told me to come, because he pairs the movement with an insistent suck on my clit, and I explode.

My orgasm racks through me like white light, sparks illuminate me from the inside where he’s penetrated me right down to my toes. It pulses down my legs and up my chest, Feliks rumbling and not letting up, drawing more and more from me.

Then as fast as it happened, it’s sliding away, leaving me boneless.

“Perfect, that was perfect. Such a good girl.” He praises me in a low voice, and it’s only when his breath makes all the fine hairs around my ear stand up that I realise I’ve closed my eyes. I open them to find him over me, a satisfied expression on his face.

And a lot of shiny juices. Mine, from him hungrily sucking my clit.

“You did that beautifully,” he says hoarsely. “Can you be a good girl for me now and take my whole cock?”

I’m destroyed, but ensnared again by his navy eyes. He rocks his hips and we both moan as the silk-over-hot-steel tip of his erection notches at my entrance.

Despite having come, I’m flooded with a passionate need for more.

“Spread your thighs as wide and high as you can. Let me into the secret heaven you kept intact for me. I’m going to break you in the best way, and remake you as mine.”

My hands are on his shoulders, and he’s just so gorgeous. I want him, but he hasn’t moved to do as he has threatened. So I slide my palms down his torso and he hisses as I reach the place where the length of his erection is resting at my needy hole.

I encircle his cock with my fingers, and he lets out a shuddering breath that sounds like he’s trying to keep control. I explore, and he groans. And when I drop my hand to the sack of his balls, he makes an involuntary twitch, sliding into me and I gasp at the flare of pain.

“No, no, no.” One second, he’s on his elbows above me, his weight held, the next he’s pressing me into the mattress with his body and has got both my hands in his.

He brings them ruthlessly above my head, pinning my wrists with one hand.

“I can’t keep control of myself if you’re doing things to drive me wild. Be a good girl for me.”

He eases back and despite the removal of that pinch, I miss him.

I writhe as his solid, hair-dusted chest presses to my hard nipples. The bulk of him is unexpectedly hot holding me prisoner. And with my arms above my head, I’m so vulnerable. Spread. My legs are as open as he demanded, and I’m entirely unable to move.

I love it.

“Yes.” His eyes go serious, as he shifts his weight back onto his arm and I almost grumble at the change. “That’s better. I want to feel every second as I take you.”

Then he presses his lips to mine in a passionate, possessive kiss, and rocks his hips forwards and into me, breaching me with infinite slowness.

The sharp pain is brief this time, and as he pushes in further, it dulls, then something gives inside me, and my inner walls throb with bliss.

It feels like he’s too big, but with gradual but insistent movements, he forces me to accept him, swallowing my whines with kisses.

“See?” he says against my lips. “It’s better when you let me take care of you.”

I haven’t got words to reply. I’m just his creature, with a mix of pain and pleasure and fullness buzzing in my blood.

I whimper, loving the sensation of being totally caught by him. Owned.

“Such a good girl,” he growls. “You’re sloppy-wet for me, aren’t you?”

He withdraws a tiny bit, then goes another inch deeper, and part of me thinks that’s the limit. But he’s right. I’m soaked, and despite the shot of discomfort, he advances again.

“Your tight little cunt feels amazing, lisichka. Go on.” He pushes. “Take more.”

As though I have a choice. But that’s overrated. What he’s giving is even better. Being remade by his massive cock is everything I didn’t know I wanted.

“Husband.” I roll my hips, trying to get him in some unknown place inside of me that feels incredible. “Please.”

His face lights up. “My wife.”

I hook my feet around his waist and let out a breathy, needy sound as he slides all the way home. Inside me, his hips flush with mine. He steals my breath with how he’s stretched me and filled me with himself. It’s as though I can feel him in my lungs. Up to my heart.

He hasn’t exactly said that he loves me, but as he brushes his lips over mine, and whispers, “Ready?” I know it. I’m overwhelmed by the emotion between us.

I nod and he pulls away a tiny bit and pushes back in, and the sparks from where we join are pure pleasure. There’s no pain now. Just the magic of being joined with this man.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. You’re mine now.” He wraps a tendril of my hair that’s next to his hand around his finger and gently tugs. “I own you, to care for and fuck and worship. My wife.”

That shouldn’t turn me on.

He draws out nearly all the way, then plunges back into me, and I let out a strangled sound.

He does it again, and each time the seam of the head of his cock does something magical, sending flares of pure ecstasy out from where we’re joined.

The push of him inside me, buried as deep as he’ll go and the base of his cock stretching me out, is even better.

A low, throbbing pleasure that’s the mirror of how good it feels when the crown is at my entrance.

I’m weak with it, babbling, straining my thighs further apart and that’s even more intense. The alternating slide, thrust right into me, then teases to the sensitive place where he’s almost pulled out is mind-bending. I’ve never felt anything like it.

I dig my heels into the top of Feliks’ muscled thighs, urging him on.

And he obeys. He gradually goes faster and harder, and I’m pinned, overwhelmed by his cock ramming into my pussy.

His stormy dark gaze bores into me, as though that’s all the stimulation he requires, as he takes me rhythmically, his fingers moving to my clit and I crumple, unable to do anything but whine in pure desire as he both uses my body for his own satisfaction, and provides everything I need.

He’s controlling this, making me crazy for him.

It’s addictive already.

I’ve never had sex before, but I know that this is something special. Unique.

We were made to fit together this way.