Page 48 of Caught By the Bratva Boss

To prove my point, I wrapped my fingers in it and pulled it tight against her.

She writhed against me, her body thrashing as I pulled it tighter and tighter. The tops of her legs began to tremble.

“Did you wear it for him? Loosening my grip, I slid a finger down the crack of her trembling ass and then lower still, darting in between her thighs.

“No.” Lily’s voice was strangled. “I didn’t expect to see him,” she whimpered.

“Good.” Even when I had asked the question, I had known she hadn’t planned this. I was the one who changed our plans, not her. If anyone was to blame for this, it was me.

My touch grew softer. Back and forth, I trailed my fingers along the material that covered her pussy from me.

“Who did you wear it for?”

Damn, she was wet for me. Even when I punished her, she was dripping for me. Sliding my fingers under the fabric, I pinched her clit.

“Who?” I asked again.

“Daniil.” She bucked over my lap.

“Who?” I repeated.

“You,” she moaned. “I wore it for you.”

Good girl.” Bending over her, I bit her ass cheek, leaving a perfect imprint on her skin.

Need exploded in my gut. Keeping her across my knees, I pushed two fingers into her as far as they would go without warning. I began to move my fingers in and out of her.

“You’re so wet for me, aren’t you, Lily?” I purred to her, increasing the pace until her juices were soaking my and hand and dripping down my arm. And still, I wanted more. And this is all for me, isn’t it? No other man gets your pussy weeping, like I do.” I didn’t wait for her to reply because I didn’t need an answer. We both knew the truth.

She could have a million lovers after me, and not one of them would get her going like I did. Not that she would have—

Screaming, Lily came apart. Her ass lifted, and she thrust back against my fingers as hard and as fast as she could. “You’re greedy,” I slowed the pace, stroking her insides, which continued to clench around my fingers. “My greedy—”

Twisting her face to me, her eyes seemed to dare me to say the word that was on the tip of my tongue. And if I did, I would lose this moment, and we both knew it.

Rolling her on to the couch cushions, I hooked an arm around her waist and drew her ass up. Yanking down the scrap of material so it angled around her knees. My cock was in my hand and pressing against her opening before she could compute what was happening.

I thrust forward, filling her in one smooth move. My arm looped around her waist kept her in place for me. Each thrust was hard and fast. I used her body like it belonged to me because it did. Bending over her back, my thrusts turned shallower.

“You’re mine, greedy girl,” I ground out.

In the back of her throat, Lily made a sound that sounded like agreement. It was all the encouragement I needed. Curling my hand around the back of her neck, I forced her head down and let loose.

I was using her body and forcing it to feel every inch of me. Sweat beaded my brow and dripped down my face, and I still didn’t let up. Lily met every thrust I made until the room was full of the sound of our sweaty skin slapping together and the mingled sound of our ragged breathing.

“Cum.” I was too close to wait. I needed to feel her pussy’s chokehold on me. “Cum for me now.”

Three more strokes, and she gushed around me. Her face pressed into the pillows in a silent scream. I didn’t need to hear her voice to know how hard she had cum. I could feel it all around me.

Driven to madness, I buried myself inside of her and finally found my own release. My lips moved over the back of her neck. Fuck she was amazing. Slipping from her body, I smoothed my hand back over her ass and admired my handiwork.

Lily was lying prone, her dress bunched around her hips, my handprints painted her ass, and our mingled cum leaked from her pink swollen pussy.

Nothing had ever been more beautiful to me.

Chapter Twenty

Lily