Page 12 of Taken & Bred By The Bratva
“Nothing’s too much for you.” He pushes off the doorframe and stalks toward me, and I hate how my pulse quickens.
“Try something on.”
“I don’t…”
“Not a request, baby,” he says, low and commanding.
I grab the first thing I come in contact with, a black silk nightgown, and go back to the bathroom. The fabric slides over my skin, and when I look in the mirror, I barely recognize myself. I look… sophisticated. Like someone who belongs in penthouses instead of double shifts at greasy diners. When I come out, Nikolai’s eyes are filled with a hunger that makes my knees go weak. He closes the distance between us, his hands settling on my hips, thumbs tracing hypnotizing circles over the silk.
“Nik…” I start to protest, but then his mouth is on my neck, pressing hot kisses to the sensitive spot below my ear, and my resolve melts.
“You feel so fucking good,” he rasps against my skin. His hands roam up my sides, cupping my breasts through the nightgown, and I can’t stop the small moan that escapes me. He feels so good, so warm and solid. “That’s it,” he says, feeling me melt into him. “Stop fighting it.”
He walks me to the bed, the backs of my knees hitting the mattress. I fall back and he follows me down, caging me with his massive body. His mouth finds mine, kissing me deep and filthy, his tongue sweeping against mine until I’m gripping his shoulders, pulling him closer. He breaks the kiss and pulls back,kneeling between my thighs. His dark eyes roaming over me like I’m his last meal.
Then Nikolai reaches for the hem of the nightgown and slides it up, bunching the silk around my waist. I’m bare from the waist down, spread open on his bed, and the way he’s staring at my pussy makes my face burn.
“Gorgeous,” he rasps. “Every fucking inch of you.”
He shoves his pajama pants down and his cock springs free. Thick, veined, hard and leaking. It looks even bigger in the daylight, and the memory of how much it stretched me makes me clench.
He catches my reaction. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
“Nothing. You’re just…” I swallow. “Big.”
His grin is pure evil. “And you took every inch like a good girl.” He wraps his fist around himself, stroking slowly, his eyes locked on mine. “But you’re sore.” It’s not a question.
“A little,” I admit.
He crawls over me, one hand braced by my head, the other guiding himself to my entrance. The thick head nudges my folds, and I tense. He’s so big. So fucking big.
“Relax, baby. Just the tip.” He pushes in. Just the head. And my back arches off the bed because even that is a stretch, my sore walls gripping him, burning and aching and feeling so good, all at the same time. “Fuck,” Nikolai hisses, jaw clenched, veins popping in his neck. “So fucking tight, wife. Tighter than last night.” He rocks his hips, feeding me another inch, and my nails dig into his forearms. “But your greedy little cunt’s still pulling me in. Feel that?” I do. My body’s betraying me again, clenching around him, wanting more even though it hurts.
“Nik, I can’t…it’s too much…”
“You can. You took all of me last night. You can do it again.” Another inch. Slow. Stretching me around his thickness until my eyes water. “Look down. Watch.” I don’t want to. ButI do. And the sight of him disappearing inside me, my pussy stretched wide around his massive cock, his shaft glistening with my arousal… Oh, fuck. “See that?” he growls, feeding me more. “See how your perfect little kitty takes me? Fucking made for me.” I moan, unable to help it, my head falling back. He grabs my chin, forcing my eyes back down. “No. You watch. Wanna see your face when I bottom out.” He pushes in the rest of the way, in one long, devastating thrust that fills me so completely I can’t breathe. I feel him everywhere. In my stomach, my chest, behind my fucking eyes. “There she is,” he murmurs, watching tears leak from the corners of my eyes. He wipes one with his thumb, the gesture so tender it makes something crack in my chest. “My perfect wife. Taking all of her husband’s cock like she was built for it.” Then he starts to move. Slow at first. In long, deep strokes that make me feel every thick inch. He pulls almost all the way out, letting me see the length of him slick with me, then sinks back in until his hips are flush against mine. “Tell me how it feels,” he growls.
“Full,” I gasp. “So full.”
“Full of what?”
“Your cock.” My face is on fire, but I can’t stop the words.
“My cock,” he repeats, voice rough, pace picking up. “My cock in my wife’s tight little pussy. And this pussy’s gonna be the only one I fuck for the rest of my life. You understand that, sweetheart?” I can’t respond because he angles his hips and hits something inside me that makes my vision white out. My legs wrap around him, heels digging into his hard ass, pulling him deeper. “That’s it. There she is.” He pounds into that spot over and over, his thumb finding my clit, circling. “Come on my cock, wife. Show me how much you love being stuffed full of your husband.” My orgasm is violent and sudden, my whole body locking up, my pussy clamping down on Nik so hard he groans through clenched teeth. “Fuck, baby, you’re choking me.Squeezing me so fucking hard…” He slams into me, once, twice, then he’s coming, flooding me, his cock pulsing inside me while he growls my name into my neck.
After, we lie there, him still buried inside me, both of us breathing hard. I can feel him softening, feel his cum leaking around where we’re still connected, hot and slick on my thighs. “Still too much?” He asks against my skin.
“Shut up.” He laughs, the vibration making me clench. To which he reacts with a roll of his hips and a groan.
I’m boneless, satisfied, and completely disgusted with myself. Nikolai carries me to the luxurious multi-head shower, washes me with gentle hands and expensive shower gel like I’m fragile and precious, and I let him…
“You need to rest,” he says after tucking me back into bed with a kiss on my forehead.
I just nod and snuggle in. He fucked the fight right out of me. For now…
* * *
After I wake up and change, I wander around the house, exploring its vast rooms. And every time I walk around a corner, a guy in a suit pops out of nowhere, asking if I need anything. I decline and continue my exploration, feeling restless and trapped. I end up in a gigantic family room with floor-to-ceiling windows and plush furniture and turn on the TV. I flip through channels until I find the local news. And there it is, my nightmare broadcast in high definition.
