Bratva Bride (Bratva Series Book 1)

My back slammed against the wall as Arturo’s tongue dove into my mouth, excitement zinging through my entire body and making me moan. My legs locked around his waist, my nails digging into his shoulders as I tried to deepen the kiss, fighting for control but he didn’t give it. Didn’t let me take charge. He pressed his hard, muscular body into mine, pinning me to the wall as his hands gripped my hair tightly, holding me in place, refusing to allow me to move an inch from where he wanted me.

I fucking loved it. Wanted more. Craved more.

My stomach tightened with anticipation. Pure lust curled down my spine and my whole fucking body tingled. My pussy clenched, desperate to be filled, and I squeezed my thighs tightly, grinding down on him and making him grunt.

“You were so fucking hot,” Arturo breathed, trailing kisses down my neck. His teeth latched onto my pulse and I gasped, loving the sting of the bite. “I could have fucking killed him for a laying a hand on you. Slit his throat for making you bleed.”

“It was just a friendly sparring match.”

“I don’t give a fuck. I have half a mind to beat his fucking ass.”

I trailed my hands down his chest, going further and further south until I reached the waistband of his pants. “Can we not talk about my shithead of a brother right now?” I whispered, tracing his thick lips with my tongue. “I can think of better things to do with our mouths than talking.”

Arturo grabbed my hands before I could touch his goods and pinned them above my head. “Can you now?” He ground his pelvis into me, showing me exactly how excited he was. “Sometimes talking can be half the fun.”

He transferred both my hands to one of his and used the other one to collar my throat. “Don’t you wanna hear how badly I want to fuck you right now? How ever since I met you, I’ve wanted you like this? At my mercy?”

I moaned and tried to lean forward to kiss him, but he held me back with a slight squeeze of his hand.

“Oh, you like the sound of that, don’t you, kotenok. You want to hear about all of the filthy things I’ve thought about doing to you?”

“Yes,” I whined, my blood getting hotter and hotter, my body aching for his touch, his closeness, the huskiness of his seductive voice.

Arturo gave my wrists a tight squeeze, then trailed his hand down my arm slowly, leaving goosebumps in his wake. My breath hitched as he gripped my shirt in both hands and tore it straight from my body.

Oh, fuck.

His hands cupped my breasts roughly, his lips hot on my neck. “I’ve been dying to find out how you taste. How your body feels writhing beneath mine. What sounds you make when you come.” He nipped my collarbone and I shivered. “It’s about time I found out.”

He kissed me hard, consumed my mouth like it was his to own, his to use. He gripped my ass tightly and carried me to the bed as his tongue ravished me. Licking. Biting. Dragging moan after moan from me.

He was so fucking good with his tongue that my mind instantly thought of what it would feel like to have it somewhere else.

He dropped me onto the bed and stared down at me, eyes blazing with lust. “Strip.”

You don’t gotta tell me twice.

I ripped off what was left of my tattered shirt, tugged down my black tights and kicked them off as fast as I could. All while Arturo stood over me, tall and powerful, jaw clenched and breathing hard.

His beautiful mix-matched eyes roamed over my body, satisfaction flashing on his face. “Everything. I want everything off.”

I reached behind me and unclasped my bra, letting it fall away from my body. I hooked my fingers into my underwear and pulled them down, baring myself entirely.

Some women might have been self conscious in a position like this, lying completely naked in front of someone, but that wasn’t me. I wasn’t model material, not by a long shot. But what I lacked in sexual appeal I made up for in confidence.

A confident woman could be just as (if not more) sexy than a drop dead gorgeous woman. And lucky for me, I had a bucketful of confidence.

Arturo’s eyes locked onto my pussy and he licked his lips.

“Well? What are you waiting for? Taste me,” I breathed, anticipation filling my bones.

He arched an eyebrow. “And what makes you think you’re in charge here?”

Slowly, methodically, he started to undress. First kicking off his shoes, then undoing his belt, drawing it free at a leisurely pace, his eyes never leaving mine. The belt clanged loudly when he dropped it to the ground. He reached behind him and fisted his shirt, pulling it over his head and off his body.

My breath hitched. My pulse skyrocketed. He was just…so…fucking…hot! All that muscle, all those tattoos. He was like every woman’s sexual fantasy. Over six-and-a-half feet of pure, masculine strength and energy. And it was all mine.

I went to sit up, to touch him, to run my hands over that immaculate body, but he pushed me back down.

“Did I say you could get up?”

Oh, Lord have mercy.

His voice was deep. Rough. The huskiness of it was making me even hotter. Not to mention the fact that I had a serious weakness for dominant men. Men who weren’t afraid to take control.

Arturo gripped my ankles and yanked me to the end of the bed. “Answer me,” he whispered huskily.

Heat coursed through my veins at his command, my body throbbing with need. “No, you didn’t.”

“That’s right. You’re going to do everything I tell you to do, aren’t you, kotenok?”

“Yes,” I answered instantly, because I seriously fucking was.

I might have had a problem with it if we weren’t in bed, but like I said before…serious weakness for dominant men.

He spread my thighs and stared down at my dripping pussy. My heart nearly stopped at the look in his eyes, the heat blazing down at me.

I squirmed, eager to have his mouth on me. Aching for his touch, his tongue. He pushed my legs back until the heel of my foot touched my ass. “Hands above your head. Interlock your fingers. Don’t move them until I say.”

My body rippled with tingles, desire igniting my soul. God, I was so hyped up I could barely think straight as I did what he said. My chest heaved. My breath quickened.

“You’re shaking,” he rumbled, dropping to his knees.

“I wonder why. I’ve got a sexy as fuck dude in between my legs, staring at my pussy like he’s about to ravish me.”

Arturo smirked. “Oh, I’m definitely going to ravish you. But I’m going to take my time doing it.”

The heat of his lips hit my inner thigh and I gasped. He kissed, nibbled, teased as he travelled up and up, so close to where I wanted him to be and yet so far away that it was killing me.

“Arturo,” I whined, my body trembling.

I felt the wetness of his tongue as he dragged it over my skin and finally clamped his mouth over my clit.

I jolted and moaned as he swirled his tongue over that sensitive bundle of nerves, a wave of pleasure crashing through me. “Oh, sweet baby Jesus.”

I arched into his mouth, my hips gyrating as he amped up the speed and pressure of his tongue. His hands clamped on my waist, holding me still while he licked, sucked and utterly consumed me.

He hummed and the vibrations made me jolt again.

“You taste even better than I thought you would,” he rumbled, nails digging into my skin. “So fucking sweet.”

His tongue was unbearably soft, his movements drawing moan after moan from my lips.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chanted, writhing against him.

He laid open-mouthed kisses all over my pussy, his tongue gliding through my slick folds until he reached my entrance, and then he speared his tongue inside me.

“Oh my god!” I squealed.

“Mmmm, you’re so tight.”

My hands gripped his head tightly, holding him against my pussy. I couldn’t help it. The combination of his tongue and that deep gravelly voice made it impossible for me to keep my hands off him.

He moved so quickly that I barely registered it. He pinned my wrists above my head, eyes blazing with fire and lips glistening wet. “I told you not to move.”

“I can’t help it,” I whined, aching for him. “I want to touch you.”

“You’ll get your turn. Right now, it’s my turn.” He ran his tongue up the side of my neck and sucked my earlobe into his mouth. “Now, do you want to come?”

“Mmhmm.”

He slapped my ass. “Words, Illayana. I want the words.”

“Yes, I want to fucking come!”

He bit into my shoulder and I yelped in surprise. “Watch that attitude or you won’t get to come at all.”

That motherfuck- “You wouldn’t.”

He leaned back and smirked down at me. “Wanna risk it?”

No, I fucking didn’t.

I shook my head.

“Didn’t think so.” He traced my lips with his tongue and then moved lower, trailing kisses down my neck and over my chest. He latched onto my nipple and sucked hard.

“Oh fuck!” I arched into his mouth, desperate to touch him but I knew if I moved my hands again, he’d stop.

Releasing my nipple with a wet plop, he moved onto the other one. “Such perfect, gorgeous tits.” He swirled his tongue around the taut bud before lightly biting down. “I want to come all over them.”

“Mmm, you should.”

“Next time,” he whispered, nipping the underside of my breast.

He wedged himself between my legs, placing them on his shoulders as he spread my folds with his thumbs. The flat of his tongue travelled from my opening of my clit in one long, giant lick, and he groaned, his eyes rolling back. “So fucking good. I could lick you all day.”

His glorious tongue swirled over my clit, achingly slow, and it only increased the pleasure shooting through my body. He moved his mouth like he was kissing me, his lips and tongue touching me everywhere, roving over every inch of my pussy.

White, hot pleasure shot through me, that blessed tongue driving me higher and higher as he flicked, lapped and thrust inside me.

I moaned, my fists clenched so hard, my nails dug into my palms and my legs shaking so badly he had to hold me down.

“Arturoooo,” I groaned, bucking into his mouth. “I’m gonna come.”

“Fucking come for me then kotenok, give it to me.”

He speared two fingers inside me and my pussy clamped down, a blazing hot orgasm rippling through me. My back bowed, a choked cry falling from my lips as the most intense pleasure I’d ever felt tore through my body, lighting up every nerve.

“Mmmm.” Arturo lapped at my pussy, licking up all my juices at a slow, leisurely pace. He curled his fingers and gave one more quick pump before pulling them out, the digits glistening wet. He sucked them into his mouth and closed his eyes. “Best thing I’ve ever tasted. I just want to feast on you all over again.”

Even though I just came, my body started to wind up all over again, that look of pure male satisfaction making my arousal skyrocket.

He got to his feet, the bulge in his pants snagging my attention straight away. He stared down at me. “Up,” he barked, breathing hard. “On your knees.”

Excitement blasted through me. Despite the fact that my limbs felt like jello from the mind-blowing orgasm he just gave me, I scurried off the bed, eager to get my hands on that beautiful body. Arturo took a step back, giving me room to sink to my knees in front of him.

“Take my pants off,” he ordered, voice gruff and thick with desire.

My hands flew to his waist and I unbuttoned his pants, tugging them down his thick muscular thighs.

Good lord. He wasn’t wearing any underwear.

His cock stood tall, hard as steel and long enough to make me curious about whether or not he’d fit. The head wept with precum as it throbbed against his rock-hard abs.

I knew he was big; I had felt it against my leg. But seeing it up close and personal, bopping in front of me made me realise exactly how big he was. And it was fucking huge.

Arturo fisted his cock and pumped it twice, staring down at me with lust-filled eyes. He slipped his other hand into my hair and tilted my head the way he wanted. “Open your mouth.”

I smirked, my mischievous mind running wild. I slowly ran my tongue over my lips, teasing him. I flicked the soft, smooth head of his shaft and he stiffened, his jaw clenching so hard I thought he’d shatter his teeth.

“Illayana,” he warned, tapping his cock against my lips. “Open.”

My body hummed with the need to follow his command and I couldn’t hold off any longer. It was teasing me just as much as it was teasing him.

I opened my mouth and he surged forward, thrusting far enough to hit the back of my throat. He groaned and his hold on my hair tightened to the point of pain.

Fuck…I love a little pain with my pleasure.

I sucked him in further, hollowing my cheeks. He pumped his hips faster, both of his hands gripping my face tightly as he held me in place, used me for his own pleasure.

I fucking loved it. Loved every second of it.

I moaned, saliva pooling in my mouth. I moved my tongue over the underside of his cock and he cursed, his movements turning erratic, thrusting in and out so fast his balls slapped my chin.

“Fuck…yeah take it all kotenok. Every fucking inch.”

He didn’t relent. Didn’t slow his pace. Even when he pushed so far down my throat that I gagged. I just sucked harder, more determined to make him lose control entirely and take me even rougher. Use me. Fucking consume me.

In one quick maneuver he pulled out of my mouth, picked me up and threw me onto the bed. The weight of his muscular body landed on me a second later, his mouth latching onto mine in a ravishingly devastating kiss.

“No more teasing. I need you now,” he growled, biting my lower lip.

He spread my thighs roughly, nails digging into my skin, and speared me with his cock.

The hot bite of pain mixed with the unbelievable pleasure of finally having my pussy filled with his rock hard length made me scream out in shock. A deep guttural moan passed my lips as he rutted into me, pinning my thighs wide open for his assault.

“So. Fucking. Tight,” he grunted, pounding so hard the bed whacked against the wall over and over again. “Your pussy is all mine, isn’t it kotenok?”

I arched into him, bucking against his thrusts. My mind was hazy, so much pleasure sailing through me, and yet I wanted more. Wanted to test him. Make his control snap altogether and take me so hard it left bruises on my body.

“Mmm, maybe.”

His hand snapped around my throat and he glared down at me with fire in his eyes. “What was that?” he whispered darkly, daring me to repeat it.

Because I loved to test the limit, to see how far I could push him, I said it again, curving my lips.

He pulled out and slapped my pussy hard.

I yelped in surprise. Warmth engulfed me, heat curling down my spine.

“Make no mistake, Illayana. This pussy is mine. Mine to use. Mine to fuck. Mine to mark.” He speared three fingers inside me, squeezing my throat at the same time. “Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes,” I rasped, ecstasy flowing through my bones. I was drunk on his dominance, the power and masculinity he exerted.

He flipped me onto my stomach, yanked my hips into the air and pinned me down with a hand to my nape. He slammed into me so roughly that I squealed.

“I planned to take you for the first time staring into your eyes, showing you how much I wanted you. How much I craved you.” He pounded hard, his thick, glorious cock hitting me so deep I swear I could feel it in my womb. “But since you decided to get smart with me, I’m going to punish you. Fuck you like a whore instead.”

I moaned loudly, fisting the bedsheets, holding on for dear life as he rode me. My pussy rippled, the pleasure so good, so intense that I knew I was a heartbeat away from coming.

He gripped my hair and yanked my head back, pulling me up until my back smacked into his chest. He ran his tongue up my neck. “Oh, you like that,” he chuckled, “you want me to fuck you like a whore, don’t you my beautiful wife?”

“Yessss,” I whimpered. “Yes, oh God please Arturo, don’t stop.”

He swivelled his hips, keeping one hand in my hair as the other one came up and collared my throat. Driving forward, he powered into me, our bodies slick with sweat, our groans echoing all around us accompanied with the slap of his hips hitting my skin.

“You want my come, kotenok? You want to feel me shooting inside you?”

His rough voice and dirty words pushed me over the edge. My insides raged. My pussy clenched. My body spiralled out of control as pure ecstasy consumed me. Waves and waves of pleasure trailed over every inch of me and I screamed, shaking uncontrollably as the orgasm ripped through me.

Wet lips traced over my skin. Teeth latched onto my shoulder. Arturo’s thrusts turned chaotic, his grunts and growls filling the space of the room. Pound after pound, deeper and deeper he hit me. “Oh, fuck…” He lurched forward in one final, powerful snap of his hips and a deep guttural moan left his lips. His cock pulsed inside me; wet hot cum overflowing down my thighs.

His muscular toned body draped over mine and he placed a soft kiss on the side of my neck. “Don’t fall asleep,” he panted in my ear. “I’ll be taking you again.”

My arousal shot straight up all over again.

Oh fuck, I think he might kill me. With his dick.