Page 15 of The Russian’s Forced Bride (Kamarov Bratva #2)
I then looked back into his eyes. “But there was so much blood, Rafael. I’ve never seen that much blood in my life.
And I can still hear her screaming for help.
Then these masked men laugh over her… That can’t all be made up, right?
” I asked him as my eyes searched his, worried he’d think I was crazy.
He gently cupped my cheeks, softly stroking them as if I were a fragile porcelain doll he feared breaking. Then his eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of vengeance burning within them.
“Those men who killed your mother won’t dare touch you, Arlette. They’d die before they could dream of it,” he promised sincerely.
I swallowed. “And Joaquin?”
“I’d bring his head to you now in a platter of gold if you ask, princess. His dismembered limbs and anything else you want. I swear, kroshka —it’s all just a matter of time. That fucker’s already a walking corpse.”
I shuddered inwardly at the mental image—but that didn’t mean I felt pity for whatever would happen to Joaquin.
He betrayed my father. He deserved to die.
And then, all the while stroking his thumbs over my bottom lip, Rafael’s voice came out raw.
“I want to fucking kiss you, kroshka ,” he declared.
I nodded in agreement with him before his lips immediately claimed mine, and he pressed me firmly against the kitchen island, his hands reaching out to turn off the burner.
A sigh of satisfaction escaped my lips at the feeling of his body against mine, and I pulled off his fur coat, which fell onto the ground with a thud that was drowned out by the sound of our rapid, uneven breathing filling the room.
My back arched onto the kitchen counter when his hands slipped under the gaps in my robe and made contact with my bare skin.
“Fuck,” he rasped, his lips leaving mine and moving to the nape of my neck, while his hands, which had slipped underneath my gown, began to cradle my bare breasts softly—stroking and flickering as I began to moan out at the heat coursing through my core.
I wanted more—to feel more.
Even though I had promised myself not to let this man touch me ever again.
I couldn’t control myself.
I pressed against his hardened cock, which grazed against me, and he groaned in response.
“I want you to fuck me, Rafael,” I breathed out, and he momentarily pulled away from me, his eyes clouded with lust.
“Are you sure?”
I nodded. “But…I’m a virgin.”
His hands, which had been cradling my tender breasts, now moved to my cheeks. “I’ll be gentle, I promise.”
He didn’t need to promise me. I already trusted him.
In one swoop, he lifted me off the ground. I wrapped my hands around his neck as he took me up the stairs to our bedroom, where I had moved out of.
And without bothering to shut the doors, he lay me on the bed that squeaked gently, hovering above my almost naked form, which was barely covered by my robe.
My cheeks burned as he began to slip off my robe, his eyes all the while trained on me.
“It’s okay,” he assured me. “You’re beautiful, kroshka .”
And with a swift tug, the bare body was exposed before him. He slowly drank in every inch of my body, his gaze darkening as his eyes went lower, and using his hands, he parted my legs open and knelt between them, sticking two fingers right into my opening, which had already begun to pool.
I let out a gasp as his hands began to stroke me gently while he straddled me, and his mouth was placed atop one of my breasts as his tongue swept over it.
My breaths became more erratic with each movement, his voice leading me through everything, asking if I was okay, but I could barely hear him, only nodding whenever he asked if I felt good.
And when he was done stroking me, he bent over my raised knees and ran his tongue along my folds, now sopping wet.
I let out a cry of pleasure as he licked me, his tongue savoring my juices, delving deep until I felt like I couldn’t control my body’s movements.
My hips jerked violently, and when he felt I was fully ready for him, he peeled off his clothes.
I dazedly watched his actions, the sides of my mouth drooling as I stared at his hardened length while my knees stayed raised.
And while once again hovering over me, he grabbed my face, pressing his lips against mine while he slowly inched into me. As the tip of his cock made contact with my wet opening, I gasped his name, and he continued pushing into me.
A sharp pain pierced through my spine, a building pressure that eventually exploded into a sensation so pleasurable that I could hardly put it into words. When he was fully inside me, he began to thrust his hips against mine, moaning my name like he was drunk.
His movements were slow as he urged me to move, grind my hips against him, and I obliged, arching my back against his bed as he continued to edge deeper into me.
“You’re so tight, kroshka ,” he moaned, our flesh slapping together.
I continued to move my hips while he kissed me. Tasting my saltiness on his lips, I whimpered, unable to contain what I was feeling.
And then he moved faster, pounding and pounding. With each thrust, the ball of heat forming in my stomach tightened further. He kept moving, and my hands clawed his tattooed back, my nails digging into his skin.
And after a final thrust, and with our heavy breathing filling the room, he slipped out, releasing himself.
At the same time, his fingers found my clit, twisting and teasing it until a ragged gasp was torn from my lips.
A wave of warmth washed over me, and I found myself thrusting against his hand, riding out the last of my climax.
Ropes of his cum covered my stomach and legs. After one final lick from my folds up to my belly button—mixing both of our juices on his tongue—he lay on the bed beside me and grabbed my body, which trembled with the aftereffects of my orgasm.
“You were so good, kroshka ,” he whispered into my ear, pressing his lips against my cheek. “So fucking good.”
Having him inside me was indescribable—better than I could’ve ever imagined.
As he held my naked body, which kept shivering against his, I realized how doomed I was.
If I couldn’t stop thinking about him before, I was certain that this was the beginning of my obsession with him.