Page 95 of The Bratva Sinner

“Good.”

I gently wrap one hand around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her gasp and arch into me. “You want this cock, don’t you?” I growl, my hips grinding into her hand. “Say it. Tell me how bad you need me to fuck you.”

She nods.

“Words, Lila.”

Her eyes darken, and her lips part. “Yes. I need your cock. Fuck me hard.”

I slap her hand away from my cock and push inside her. Her back arches, and her head drops back. I squeeze my eyes closed and force myself not to move. This is new to her. I probably should have been a little more careful.

I count to six in my head, giving her time to adjust.

“This what you want?” I ask.

She looks at me. “No.”

“No?”

I’m always up for a challenge.

Her eyes are dark, and her chest is heaving. She braces her hands on the table behind her and tilts her hips to take more of me. She’s trying to take what I’m not giving.

I pull out. “Not until you tell me.”

“I don’t want slow,” she says. “I don’t want careful.”

I glance down. Her wet, bare pussy is begging for my cock. I wrap my hand around my weeping cock and slide it up and down her slit.

She rolls her hips again, grinding herself against me. “I want you to fuck me like you hate me.”

Every muscle in my body goes tight. “I don’t hate you.”

“Fuck. Me.” She holds my stare. “Stop treating me like I’ll break.”

Goddamn. She’s so innocent. She has no fucking clue what I want to do to her. She doesn’t know what she’s asking for, but I can scratch her feral little itch.

I push just the tip back inside her.

My lips brush against hers. “Be careful what you wish for.”

I drive in hard, and a cry erupts from her throat. She’s not hurting. Her pussy is throbbing around my cock. She loves it. She feels alive. I know that feeling. The pain and pleasure blur and blend, and everything feels a thousand times sharper.

“That what you meant?” I growl against her ear.

“Yes! God, yes! Don’t stop!”

I put my hand back on her throat, pushing her head back against the wall as I thrust inside her tight little body.

I do it again and again. Each thrust drives her back across the table. She shoves herself forward to meet me.

“Greedy,” I rasp.

She’s taking everything I give her and demanding more. Her nails find my shoulders and dig in. I feel the blood, and I fucking love it.

“You want to make me bleed?” I ask her.

“Yes.”