Page 74 of Forced into a Bratva Marriage
Her ass turned a shade of red from all that random spanking, and the sound of her moans filled the car’s cabin.
“You belong to me,” I said, breathless, my groin slapping against her ass. “Every inch of you belongs to me. Only me.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she breathed, her lips parting in a silent scream.
She had no idea how insane she made me. Ellie was in my blood, in my mind, and in my soul. There was no way I could get rid of her even if I wanted to.
The scent of her arousal invaded my nostrils, and the sweet sounds of her moans sent shivers down my spine. Iplunged harder and deeper inside her as jolts of electricity surged through my veins.
“Who owns this body?” I spanked her ass.
“You do, Daddy,” she whimpered.
“Say it again.”
“You own my body.”
“Louder.”
“You own my body!” She raised her voice, her breasts bouncing back and forth.
My muscles contracted, legs trembling beneath me as I let out a guttural growl. With one last thrust, I drove deeper and exploded inside her, releasing all that tension.
The feeling was so ecstatic I groaned like a wounded beast, my face twisted in sheer pleasure.
After we finished, I dropped into the seat, a sharp sigh escaping my mouth. She was shaking, her hair slightly tousled, her lips quivering. Ellie leaned into the seat’s backrest, her chest rising and falling with slow breaths.
She looked at me, satisfaction and a hint of something dancing in her eyes. Although neither of us said a word, the small smile on her face thawed something frozen inside me.
Chapter 23 – Ellie
After the car sex, I realized that my husband was more human than I thought. He wasn’t just a cold-hearted monster who derived joy in other people’s misery. It turned out that sexual desires weren’t the only emotions he could feel.
Apparently, jealousy was also on that very short list.
The look in his eyes when I praised his cousin’s appearance and behavior during the meeting was priceless. It made him uncomfortable, so jealous that he couldn’t hold back his feelings.
What hedidn’tknow was that I’d done it on purpose. I wanted to get a reaction out of him. And honestly, I didn’t think I was going to get one. Maybe that’s why his outburst hit differently.
The almighty Karik Tarasov fell for my act; he walked right into my trap without even realizing it. For the very first time, I saw right through him, the real him. Not the monster.
The man who was once unreadable was suddenly an open book that I could read.
How fascinating!
No matter how hard I tried to deny it, the truth was that I loved the way he pulled over and fucked me in the backseat of the car. It was spontaneous, sexy, and rather unpredictable.
His strokes, his kisses, and his touches were possessive—a deliberate act to remind me of whom I belonged to. However, beyond the jealousy that fueled his drive, there was also a hint of something I couldn’t bring myself to name.
It seemed an awful lot like fear, the kind you feel when you don’t want to lose someone. I wasn’t sure if this was what it was. But it did feel like it.
Fear or not, his jealousy already told me everything I needed to know. For starters, my husband never shared whatwas his. And he was capable of doing horrible things to anyone who looked at me inappropriately.
Was that protection or obsession?
Should I feel safe or concerned?
Those questions lingered on the fringes of my mind, unanswered. Maybe I already knew the answers, but I just wasn’t ready to admit them. Yet.
