Page 42 of Forced & Owned By the Bratva Boss

I find her mouth again, and as I claim it, I slide my hand between her thighs. A groan tears from my throat when I slip a finger inside her panties.

A soft gasp escapes her lips and she lifts her hips to meet my touch, grinding against my fingers like she’s desperate to feel me inside her.

She’s wet.

So fucking wet that all I can think of is my cock slamming in and out of that wetness. Knowing she wants me just as much as I want her is agonizing.

I slow down, deliberately tormenting both of us, mapping the contours of her body while she writhes beneath me, completely consumed by the sensation of my fingers circling her clit.

When I stop, her eyes flutter open. They’re dark with undeniable need as they lock onto mine. “Please,” she whispers, her voice trembling. “I need you inside me. Now.”

A wicked grin plays on my lips. “I like it when you beg.”

Her lips part, a desperate breath escaping them. Her eyes water as she whispers again, “Please, Igor.”

Fuck.

Hearing her say my name in that tone, with tears in her eyes, knowing she’s desperate, unravels me completely.

I position myself between her thighs, hovering over her as I look down on the beautiful wreck I’ve made of her, and then I slide inside her slowly.

“Gospodi, blyad. Fucking Christ,” I curse under my breath at the agonizingly slow friction as the warmth of her tight walls wraps around me, stretching to accommodate me.

“Oh,” Audrey moans, pulling me down by my neck. “Don’t stop,” she begs against my ear.

With a low growl, I begin to move inside her, slowly at first, and then I go faster, deeper, and harder.

She wraps her arms and legs around me, her fingers digging into my back and her hips rising to meet every desperate stroke.

I look down, watching her eyes shut and her face flush with the sheer intensity of pleasure. Knowing I’m the one putting that expression on her face snaps the final thread of my restraint.

I want her to look into my eyes and moan my name I fuck her straight to ecstasy.

“Look at me,” I groan.

She tears her eyes open, and the raw need I see in them pushes me over the edge. I thrust into her one more time, catching the exact spot that makes her come undone.

A sharp, breathless cry tears from her throat as her body gives in completely. The spasm of her climax clamps around me, pulling me into the fire with her.

I curse under my breath, holding her tightly as my own release hits.

We remain in the same position for a moment, with me propping myself up on my arms so I don’t crush her under my weight, and then I roll over on my back, gently lifting her onto my chest.

We don’t say a word to each other. Instead, we lay beside each other, basking in the silence that no longer feels awkward. It’s peaceful in a way I haven’t experienced in years, and it’s only broken by the sound of our breathing as Audrey curls against my chest.

I wrap my arms around her instinctively and press a kiss to the top of her head, breathing in the faint scent of her shampoo before closing my eyes.

Sleep comes easier than I expected, pulling both of us under with her body still tucked safely against mine.

I don’t know how much time passes before the vibration of my phone drags me back to consciousness.

Annoyance flares through me.

Anyone calling at this hour better have a damn good reason.

Careful not to wake Audrey, I reach across the nightstand, snatch my phone, and glance at the screen.

It’s Sergei.