Page 71 of Kept By the Bratva
He lowered to the end of the bed, pushing my legs apart roughly to lick from my taint to my clit.
“Oh,yes!” I shouted. The slow, hot drag of his tongue had me fisting the sheets.
“We’ll need to find a house, too.” Again, he licked, pushing with more force than before. “Because you’re fucking loud. And I love it.” He looked up at me as he speared three fingers into me, stretching me quickly with a bite of pain. “Scream my name, Amy. Tell them who owns this pussy.”
“Fuck! Nik!” I let my head drop as he ramped up his touch. He drove those long fingers in without mercy. His mouth sucked on my clit when his tongue wasn’t lapping at my cream. Over and over, he tormented my sensitive pussy that wanted to swallow him in deeper.
And as he pushed me to come, I screamed. I didn’t know what I said, if it was his name or incoherent gibberish, but he seemed to find it lacking.
“Don’t be shy,” he teased as he crawled up. He pushed my thighs wider apart with his knees as he advanced, and as he wiped my cream off his glistening chin, he stared at me, wide open and needy for him.
I came once already. I still shook and trembled from the waves of bliss. But when he thrust into me hard, giving me that hint of pain and unrestrained urgency to fuck me well and deep, I cried out again.
“More,” I said, grabbing his ass and squeezing hard. “Give me more, Nik.”
He growled, pounding into me so hard I wondered if I’d bruise. I didn’t care. He could do whatever he wanted if it pushed me to break apart like this.
Nothing else mattered but the brutally deep and strong thrusts into my cunt. He drove out all my worries. Thoughts ceased to matter. No memories of the violence remained, and I lost sight of that awful fear of death I’d experienced hours ago.
Nik and I were all that mattered. This soulful connection. Our wicked loving.
“You don’t understand, Amy,” he got out between gritted teeth.
I moaned at the change of position. He picked up my thigh, then held my ankle to secure my leg higher in the air and off to the side.
“I will burn this fucking world down for you.”
I sucked in a quick breath, turned on by his sinister words. As I touched my breasts jiggling from his thrusts, I pinched my nipples. “Yes, Nik.”
“If any man ever tries to touch you again, to take what’s mine, I will fucking ruin this world. For you.”
I cried out at the sweet pain as his dick slid home faster.
“I love you,” he repeated, groaning on the tail end of his words.
I came apart, splintered into so many tiny, beautiful pieces. My pussy clenched. Waves of spasms followed. And his dick wedged in deeper to go still. He jerked and twitched, and his hot cum spilled into me as I milked him with hit after hit of pleasure. My body shut down,crashing with euphoria and pleasure. The relief he gave me was sweet and strong, bringing me to cuddle into his strong hold as he lay on the bed.
In his arms, breathing hard, I rested my cheek on his chest.
The thump of his heart beat fiercely and steadily under my ear, and I knew that now, finally,allmy dreams had come true.
He was the final piece to them all, and I’d never lose sight of how much of a treasure he was to complete me like this.
In violence and love.
In danger and bliss.
29
NIKOLAI
Amy woke up three times throughout the night.
Twice, she jolted awake with a gasp, scared from a nightmare. I wasn’t surprised. Despite how thoroughly I fucked her, I’d only accomplished in tiring her body, physically. In her mind, I knew she would be struggling with the thoughts and visuals of what happened in the dining room.
She hadn’t only been a witness, but an active participant in it all. Anyone would be fucked up with the idea of being a deranged, powerful psychopath’s target. But she’d fought too. She stabbed him twice. She saw his dead-eyed gaze up close.
It was a lot for her, and I knew it would take time and patience for her to let this be just another detail of her new life with me.