Page 8 of Taken & Bred By The Bratva
“We can’t what?” I ask, fucking loving the flush spreading across her dark skin.
“Consummate it,” she finally manages.
The word sends heat straight to my cock. “Is that what you’re worried about, baby?”
She nods, jaw working tightly.
I lean close enough that my lips are touching her ear. “That’s exactly what I plan to do the moment we get home.”
She makes a small, shocked sound.
“I’m a virgin!”
My hand moves higher on her thigh, and I feel her whole body shudder. “Yeah? Fucking perfect. No one else has touched what’s mine.”
“Please…”
I pull back to look at her face, taking in the tears gathering in her eyes, the way her lush lips tremble. Fuck, she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
My fingers find the hem of her shirt, toying with the fabric. I slide a hand inside her waistband, feeling smooth skin. She’s so warm, so soft.
“You can’t force me,” she says, but her voice is shaky with more than fear.
I laugh softly. “Baby, I don’t think I’ll have to force anything.”
To prove my point, I let my fingers trail almost to the edge of her panties. Her breath hitches, and I feel her thighs part instinctively.
“Your body wants me,” I murmur against her ear. “Even if your mind is fighting it.”
She shakes her head vehemently. “That’s not true.”
“No?” I cup her, feeling the heat radiating from her juicy cunt.
She doesn’t answer, just stares at me with wide eyes.
My fingers brush the cotton of her panties, and she gasps. The fabric is already damp. My innocent little wife is wet for me, whether she wants to admit it or not.
“You’re sick,” she grits out, but there’s little conviction in her tone. Or the way her body responds to me… Her pupils are blown wide, big tits rising and falling fast, nipples hard, panties wet for her husband.
Grinning wickedly, I pull my hand out, bring my fingers to my nose, and inhale. Her eyes go wide. “You smell fucking amazing, sweetheart.”
My wife makes a strangled sound that’s half protest, half something else entirely.
I settle back in my seat but keep a possessive hand on her thigh. “Can’t fucking wait to spread you on my bed and taste you properly.”
“Stop,” she grits out.
I cock an eyebrow.
She can’t deny the evidence. I can still smell her, sweet and intoxicating.
“I fucking hate you.”
“No, sweetheart.” I lean back, studying her pretty face. “You hate that you want me.”
“I don’t want you.”
I chuckle again. Fuck, haven’t had this much fun in… ever.
