Page 96 of The Bratva Sinner

My balls tighten. I’m so fucking close. She has no idea what she’s doing to me.

“Harder,” she breathes. “Don’t stop.”

I grab her thigh and hitch her leg higher around my hip, changing the angle. She cries out and arches her body off the table.

I can’t get deep enough. I pull out, jerk her off the table, and spin her around. I slap her ass once before I give one brutal thrust and bury myself into her, balls deep. She cries out.

“Hard enough, princess?” I bite her earlobe.

“No.”

I chuckle. “Yeah. You think you can take more.”

Her walls clench around me, telling me that’s what she wants. I set a punishing pace, my hips slapping against her ass. I fist one hand in her hair and yank her head back while the other stays firmly on her hip.

“Can you take it, Lila? Am I too much for you?”

“Not a chance. Stop holding back!”

Damn her.Damn her!

I pound into her, and the table creaks under the force. I feel the familiar tingle at the base of my spine, and my body tenses as the impending climax spins through me like a tornado.

I slap her ass again and again. Her cries are a combination of pain and pleasure. “Asshole!” she calls out.

I do it again, hard enough to leave a handprint on her ass. Seeing that is what pushes me over the edge.

She curses, and then she’s flooding over my cock. Her body goes stiff, and then, she collapses on the table. I nearly fall to my knees.

I stumble back, dizzy, and needing to sit. My eyes go to her bare ass, with my handprint emblazoned on it.

And I smile.

I knew she’d be wild.My little wildcat.

I’m already thinking about the next way to piss her off.

She pushes herself to her feet and turns to face me, her chin raised, eyes flashing. Oh, she’s pissed, but she’s also turned on. I just discovered my new favorite way to get her wet.

I stand there, my cock still jumping with the aftershocks. The evidence of how much she enjoyed our encounter coats my thighs.

“What’d you burn down?” she asks.

I laugh. “A club.”

“Good.”

She pulls on her shorts, slips into her shirt, opens the door, and walks out calmly like she’s not just leaving me half-dead in my own den.

Only then do I remember that I’d left the door open when I walked in.

Someone came by and shut it for us.

I stare at it for a second.

Christ.

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