Page 14 of Forced & Pregnant Bratva Bride (Tarasov Bratva #13)

Her silk shorts hugged her hips, accentuating the gentle curve of her ass. By now, her tank top had slipped off her left shoulder, baring the smooth line of her collarbone and a teasing curve of skin just above her breasts.

A flutter rose within me, my heart burning hot with desire. The sight triggered something in me—something so primal that it made my body tremble.

Frustration set in, my jaw tightening as I struggled to keep the beast inside under control. Once unleashed, I’d take her, own her—claim every curve, every inch of her body.

She lifted her head and met my gaze, her brows furrowing to form faint creases between them.

What was she upset about? I wondered.

“Why’d you do that?” she asked, her voice flat and demanding.

My scowl deepened, offended by her tone and the defiance in her eyes.

She rose to her feet. “Why’d you hit him?”

I drew closer, watching the rise and fall of her chest, the teasing curve of skin above her breasts.

A few inches lower, and her nipple would be staring at me.

Now, I was left to wonder what she looked like under those clothes.

My shaft was hard in my pants, and the closer I drew to her, the harder it grew.

One thing was certain—I was on the verge of losing control. The frown on her face and the defiance in her eyes only fueled my desire, making me want her more.

“You didn’t have to do that, you know,” she added, her voice firm and audacious. “Not everything is solved with violence—you’re not an animal.”

I stopped in my tracks, my imposing frame towering over her. “I’m a monster, aren’t I?” My eyes locked with hers, voice low and even.

She swallowed hard, blinking rapidly as she held my gaze. She tried to mask it, but for the first time, I saw it in her eyes—desire. It was nearly as dark as mine, hidden behind her frown.

“Monsters are violent,” I said, looking down at her, my breath on her face and hers on mine—warm, fresh. “We do as we please…. We take what we want.” My eyes dropped to her breasts nestled behind the fabric of her top, so loose it barely covered her nipples.

Her breath hitched, jaw tightening. “Oh, yeah? And what do you want?” she questioned, a hint of challenge creeping into her tone, her eyes burning with desire.

Silence.

We held each other’s gaze, the air charged and heavy. Her anger wavered, melting into something slower, darker—something that curled at the edges of desire.

I grabbed her arm, pulled her to myself, and a soft moan fell from her lips. She lifted her head, mirroring my face with burning eyes. My gaze dropped to her heaving chest, where the fabric of her top had fallen inches below, revealing her left breast. Bare and exposed.

The gentle slope of that perky and slightly saggy boob caught my eye, leaving me glued and mesmerized.

A heatwave spread across my body at the same time a cold shiver ran down my spine. I struggled to keep the beast—the monster—within, but that exposed breast had ignited a fire I couldn’t put out.

“What’s the matter?” she whispered, her voice laced with a hint of longing. “Can’t take what you want?”

My eyes narrowed. This was a dare—one that I was willing to take.

“Has the monster suddenly grown soft?” she added with a strange wildness in her eyes.

Without a moment of hesitation, I grabbed her by the waist, her thighs brushing against the print of my cock. She let out a quiet whimper just before I sealed those lips with a kiss so fervent she couldn’t pull away.

Leona melted into me, her mouth devouring mine with a matching rhythm that left us gasping for air. Heads tilted sideways, moving in perfect sync with the deep hunger surging between us. My tongue invaded her mouth, my hand snapping out to squeeze that exposed breast.

Fuck!

It was soft beneath my palm, her nipple hard when I pinched it.

A throaty moan left her lips—deep and muffled, her hand daring to feel my erection.

I grabbed the back of her neck, fingers digging into her flesh.

Our kiss deepened, sending heatwaves across my body, her moans fanning the flames burning within me.

I pulled on her damp red hair, forcing her face to lift toward the ceiling. My free hand squeezed her breasts—one at a time—while I kissed the nape of her neck, my tongue licking skin.

Her body trembled beneath me, her moans filling the room, charging the tension that wrapped around us like silk. I took her breast in my mouth, sucking and squeezing as though I couldn’t get enough.

Indeed. I couldn’t.

She let out a breathless whimper, her hands roaming over my torso. As her fingers struggled with the buttons of my shirt, I dipped my hand beneath the waistband of her shorts.

Her legs trembled.

The little devil was already wet.

Good.

My fingers shifted her underpants, parted her folds, and circled her slick entrance with practiced ease.

Another moan, soft and sweet, fell from her mouth as she arched her back slightly, eyes fluttering shut.

Her shorts gave way at the movement of my hand.

The button popped open, and the zipper eased down as if beckoning for more.

She gasped, bucking against my hand with trembling thighs. A low, broken purr tore from her lips, her fingers ripping the buttons of my shirt apart. Her body rocked against mine, hands roaming my bare chest.

I pushed my finger deeper inside her, basking in the sound of her moans. She was warm, tight—completely damp. I kissed her again. Rough. Desperate. Claiming.

She kissed back even harder until there was no space left to breathe. Quickly, I pushed toward the table, her back hitting the edge with a sharp cry, dripping with need. She shed her top, stripped from the waist upward—her breasts bare and exposed.

I turned her around, yanked her shorts down to her thighs, and spanked that soft, smooth ass.

Arching slightly, she winced—moaned—with her hands flat over the surface. I unzipped my pants hastily and withdrew my cock.

No more hesitation. No more holding back. The beast had been released now, and he was fuckin’ hungry.

She let out a long, soft gasp, her fingers gripping the edge of the table as I penetrated her wet pussy. Slow and easy at first. She was so warm and tight, her cunt swallowing me whole.

My hands found her waist, and I pulled her closer, slamming my hip against her with relentless strokes. My movement was hard, fast, and vigorous—the tension that had been brewing for weeks exploding into something raw and unforgiving.

I grabbed a handful of her hair and tugged her head back, her breasts bouncing back and forth, nipples grazing over the table’s surface.

“Egor, please,” she moaned my name, the sound fractured and breathless.

Chills sprinted down my spine, charging me up.

I spanked that ass, clapping loudly against my groin while still pulling on her hair.

She dared the monster to come out; he did. There was no turning back now. I rammed her so hard her cries filled the room, blending with the scraping of the table legs. Her ass turned red from all that slapping, her skin glistening with sweat.

I drove into her, fueled by the sound of her cries—her pleas. Her tone dripped with desperation and longing, her grip tightening around the edge of the table. Our bodies collided, hearts beating wildly out of sync.

My legs trembled, a primal growl announcing my arousal. And with a deep, hard thrust, I exploded inside her, filling her pussy with my essence.

She slumped forward, her chest on the table’s surface, her body shaking like a leaf. Out of breath, my gaze hovered over her amazing body, my cock still buried inside her.

I watched her skin flush, her back rising and falling with each shaky breath. I knew at that moment that I never wanted to let her go.

Not now. Not ever.