Page 58 of Arranged Marriage to the Brutal Bratva King
I work my way down her body, mapping territory with hands and mouth. She squirms when I reach her stomach, trying to hide it, but I pin her hips down.
“Stop hiding from me.” My fingers dig into the soft flesh of her thighs, spreading them wider. “I want all of you.”
When I settle between her legs, she’s already wet. I drag my tongue through her folds, tasting her properly for the first time, and she makes a sound that goes straight to my cock.
“Dimitri, Jesus!”
I work her with deliberate precision, finding the rhythm that makes her thighs tremble. Her hand fists in my hair, pulling hard enough to sting, and I growl against her clit in approval.
“That’s it,” I murmur. “Take what you need.”
She comes against my mouth with a broken cry, her whole body going taut before melting into the mattress. I don’t give her time to recover. Just slide two fingers inside her, feeling how tight she is, how her body clenches around the intrusion.
“Still so responsive,” I say, curling my fingers to find the spot that makes her gasp. “Tell me, did anyone else touch you like this? The last four years?”
“That’s none of your business.”
I withdraw my fingers completely, and she whimpers at the loss.
“Answer me.”
“No. No one.” The admission comes out frustrated and desperate. “Are you satisfied?”
“Getting there.” I strip off the rest of my clothes, watching her eyes widen as she takes in my cock, hard and ready.
“Holy shit, you’re huge!”
I grin and position myself at her entrance, the head of my cock pressing against her wetness. She’s so tight I have to work slowly, pushing in inch by careful inch while she adjusts to the stretch.
“Breathe,” I command when I feel her tensing. “Relax and let me in.”
She does, her body gradually accepting mine until I’m buried completely. The sensation is overwhelming—heat and pressure and perfect friction that makes rational thought impossible.
“Fuck,” I breathe against her neck. “You feel incredible.”
I start to move, long slow strokes that let her feel every inch. Her nails dig into my shoulders, her legs wrapping around my waist to pull me deeper.
“Harder,” she demands, and I can’t help but smile.
“Greedy.”
“You made me wait four years. I’m allowed to be greedy.”
I give her what she wants, increasing the pace until the sound of our bodies meeting fills the room. She meets me thrust for thrust, taking everything I give her and demanding more.
When I reach between us to circle her clit, she shatters. Her pussy clenches around my cock, pulling me deeper, and the sensation is enough to drag me over the edge with her.
I come hard, buried as deep as I can get, marking her from the inside out.
Afterward, we lie tangled together, sweat cooling on skin, breathing gradually returning to normal.
This changed everything, and neither of us can take it back.
Chapter Fifteen - Janice
I wake up in Dimitri’s bed.
Sunlight streams through windows I forgot to cover again, illuminating a room that’s slowly becoming familiar. Dimitri’s side of the bed is already empty, sheets cool to the touch. He’s been gone for a while; he probably left before dawn like he does most mornings, slipping away to handle business I’m not supposed to know about.
