Stealing The Bratva Bride Read Online Flora Ferrari

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 53693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 268(@200wpm)___ 215(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
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His chest heaves and he stands up, following me out of the room and up the stairs. Time to christen my room.

I don’t want to do it in the bed, though. I want to do it against the window, where the whole world can see us.

“Are you sure?” he asks breathlessly as I strip in front of one of the large windows.

I stretch out one finger, beckoning him to come toward me. He walks slowly, undressing with every step. When he reaches me, his hands dip to my ass, pulling me up so my legs are wrapped around him.

It’s the same way we kissed in the church, but this time, there is nothing between us. I relish the way the cold glass pane feels against my skin and beg him to enter me. He fucks me against the glass, pressing me against it to support my weight.

I cry out, this position feeling so much more delicious than our first time. My legs shake as he continues to pound inside of me, saying every swear word I’ve ever heard and some I haven’t. I scream his name, the name he asked me to call him, and I think it makes him even more aroused. He’s so hard inside of me and moves so deeply.

When he finally brings me to my climax, the only word I know in the world is his name. I kiss him hard, thanking him for giving me everything I could have ever wanted.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Ivan

The first time I saw Kat, I knew she had a vixen inside of her. Whether it was the rebelliousness of her voluminous curves, or the willingness of her virgin mouth to kiss me, I wasn’t sure. But perhaps that’s what drew me to her in the first place. I couldn’t have imagined it would only take a few days for her to open up to me in the way she has. Every night, she tells me her deepest fantasies, and I do everything in my power to ensure they come true, burying my cock inside of her and filling her with my seed.

I dismiss the staff earlier and earlier every night, seeking the freedom to have her in any corner of the house I want her. I wouldn’t care if we were caught, but I know it would embarrass her. Secretly, though, I think she loves the idea of being watched. She certainly enjoyed it when I took her against the window.

She tests me every single day. She pushes me to see how much I’m willing to do for her, and the answer is simply everything. I knew from the moment I saw her that I needed to possess her, but now she’s the one possessing me. We’re connected in a way I’ve never experienced or expected. Every time we come together, she wants me to take her in a new position, in a new place.

I walk into the penthouse after a long day at work, and I’m immediately assaulted by memories of how she begged me to go down on her on the stairs or asked me to bend her over the couch. Each new day brings a new surprise, and I hope she never stops surprising me.

Now, in fact, I see her sitting on the kitchen counter. As I walk into the kitchen, I see that she’s wearing nothing, but her body is covered in whipped cream. The little minx.

She smiles at me wickedly as I walk into the kitchen.

“Didn’t your mother tell you that you need a healthy dinner before dessert?” I tease her.

I don’t miss the dark look that crosses her face at the mention of her mother, and I immediately feel bad for saying it. The look is quickly replaced with lust, and she spreads her legs wider for me.

“You make me want to break all the rules,” she whispers. “Besides, I’m not the one who will be eating the dessert.”

There’s a fire in her eyes as she once again challenges me with her eyes. I haven’t failed her yet. I don’t intend to start now. I look down to see she’s placed two cherries where her nipples are, and I laugh.

“You’re really trying to kill me, aren’t you?” I breathe out, pulling one of the cherries off her tit and placing it seductively in my mouth.

She watches me hungrily, licking her lips.

“No,” she says. “I’m trying to fuck you.”

My tongue slides over her breast, tasting the sweet cream there. I lick it all off until she’s exposed to me, then work on the other breast. She breathes heavily, moaning against my tongue.

My hands are planted on either side of her on the counter so I don’t get them covered in whipped cream. Once I’ve licked her breasts clean, though, I move my hands up to touch her and tease her sensitive nipples. She arches her back and sighs, crying out my name.


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