Page 50 of The Bratva's Beast

Hanna's toned legs were on perfect display with how I had her dress bunched around her waist to keep her lower half exposed to me. I couldn't wait to rip her dress fully off and get my lips on every inch of her irresistible body from head to toe until I could taste her from licking my own lips.

Pulling my hand away from her dripping wet core, I slowly danced my fingers along the inside of her thigh. "Come on little tigress, you're so close to getting that sweet release. You know what you need to do." I said with an overly sweetened smirk.

Slowly chipping at her like this was entertaining and such a power trip. When I initially situated her on my desk, she was still so feisty, fighting me tooth and nail. Slowly but surely, her firmness started to wane with each passing minute as I denied her orgasm over and over. I loved the little fight from her, and honestly, I had expected her to cave sooner than later, given how worked up she was. But my little Hanna surprised me by holding out this far.

Unfortunately, I had much more patience than she was willing to give me. Well, that and the fact I didn't want to lose to her made me hold out from throwing her onto my bed and taking her like a savage animal.

Hanna's sweet plea fell sweetly into my impatient ears. "Please, sir, I'm sorry, please make me come, please." There it was, the sincerity I'd wanted from her.

"Sorry for what?" I should take it easy on her and give her the sweet release I've denied her so far, but I held the power right now and loved it a bit too much to let go quite yet. Yes, I was being an asshole, and I didn't give a fuck.

"For calling you an asshole, a bastard, for not listening, fuck I'm sorry, please, please." Her body trembled under my touch as my fingers slowly slid back deeply into her and stroked at her sweet spot for a few seconds before pressing the vibrator right up against the sensitive spot.

"Stepan, please, please." She begged so sweetly with a voice overly saturated with need and desperation.

Getting up from my seat, I positioned myself between her legs and leaned down, placing my free hand next to her head and using it to hold myself up while I looked down at her arrogantly. "Are you going to be a good girl for Daddy?"

A look of frustration sharpened her eyes momentarily before they softened with defeat as she chewed at her bottom lip. "Yes." She whimpered with a shaky breath.

After giving her a few hard thrusts with my fingers, I withdrew my hand completely—removing the vibrator in the same action—and pushed off my desk to use both my hands to undo the spreader bar and toss it aside. Reaching down, I wrapped my hand tightly around Hanna's neck and pulled her up into a sitting position. "How do you want me to make you come, malenkaya?" I asked smugly, with my lips just a thread away from hers.

Snapping out of her little lustful daze, Hanna instantly wrapped her legs around my waist and locked herself against me with a soft moan. "Your cock, make me come with your cock, please." Desperation filled her pleading words as her hips slowly grind against me, letting me feel the heat from her arousal. "Please."

My throat ached with the growl that left me when I closed the distance between us completely. I didn't even try to be gentle with our first kiss; my hunger for her took over the moment her sweet taste invaded my mouth.

Hanna groaned when I took her bottom lip between my teeth, pulling and nipping at it until I could almost taste the iron from my vicious attack. With her lips parted, I took the chance to drive my tongue deep into her mouth, quickly seeking hers out and pressing against it feverishly as I tightened my hand around her neck to mash her lips harder against mine.

Fuck, I couldn't get enough of her. Kissing someone had never felt this hot or exciting before, ever. It's as if Hanna broke open some dam of fiery hot passion and lust—an intense desire only towards her.

Breaking the kiss, the two of us remained there with our heads together, our chests heaving with our heavy panting.

Concern softened my face when my hands ran along her tied arms, feeling the soft rope against her flesh. "Are your hands and arms feeling alright still, little tigress?" She'd been tied up ever since the club, and though she made no complaints yet, I wanted to have the peace of mind that she still had proper circulation to her arms.

"Yes, dad." She responded sassily with a slight roll of her eyes and a smirk, earning her a hard spank on her round bottom.

"Do I have to punish you again already?" I threatened playfully with a twisted, teasing smirk.

Her attitude quickly changed with her widened eyes while her head quickly shook side to side. "No, I'm sorry." She muttered briefly, her eyes averting from me until I grabbed her face to force her otherwise. "I'll be good tonight, I promise." She sounded remorseful enough.

Well, it was our first night together, so I should cut her the slightest bit of slack. I could punish her for all of time after tonight.

Smiling softly, I leaned in and kissed her forehead. "Let's get you into our bed before I take you on this desk." It was a slip of my tongue, but I don't think she picked it up. I don't know why I said 'our' instead of mine; it really just came out.

Sliding my hands down her back to her plush bottom, I gripped them firmly, digging my fingers into her softness for a good moment before lifting her up and off the desk.

"Drop me and I will kick your balls." She threatened me with full conviction and harsh, glaring eyes.

Chuckling out of amusement, I let her remark slide this time. "If I ever drop something so precious as you then I would deserve a kick there." Unconsciously, my grip on her tightened with the threat hanging in the back of my mind.

Hanna leaned into me as much as she could with her arms still bound behind her, her legs tightly wrapped around me in a vice grip.

Carefully, with a hand splayed on her bottom and my other arm tightly wrapped around her shoulders, I carried her to the bedroom. Then, I unceremoniously tossed her onto the bed with a soft laugh when she squealed and glared up at me.

Climbing onto the bed, I cage her in between my arms and legs before leaning down and capturing her lips in another bruising kiss full of passion. "Fuck, I am never letting you leave me or this bed, ever." I rasped against her lips with a deep growl.

Shifting my weight to my knees, I balanced myself before moving my hands to the front of her thin, lacy dress. Bunching the material of her neckline, I gripped it firmly with both hands before tearing it apart right down the middle until the whole thing was split from top to bottom.

"Stepan!" Hanna's panicked protest shot out at the sound of fabric ripping.