Page 60 of Bought to Bear Bratva Heir

Kissing her pussy, with lips, tongue, and teeth like I wanted to kiss her mouth as I sank into her.

"You love it." Reaching out, I tore her tank top down to bare her breasts to me, tweaking and pinching both of her nipples until I knew I had merged the line between pleasure and pain.

Daisy's back arched, and the moan that tipped her head back onto the mattress was ragged. "Ilya."

I pinched at her nipple harder, drawing it upwards. "That’s it, Daisy. Beg me."

Fuck, I was losing myself in this woman. I had been since the moment I had met her. If only I were engaged to Daisy.

No. I snapped back to myself.

"You love being my little whore." I let go of her nipple, and she hissed as the blood rushed back to it. "My greedy little—" Up the length of her body, my eyes clashed with hers. Daisy's were glassy with need. Mine probably were as well. "Is this what you want?" I demanded. "You want me to fill your greedy pussy up?"

Not waiting for a reply, I forced a third finger up inside of her, stretching her around me. And the sight of her taking me almost made me come undone.

The way she moved against me, meeting every thrust of my fingers with her body.

"This is what you are hungry for, isn’t it?" I asked with a growl. "This is all you're good for, isn’t it?" Again I reached up to close my hand around her throat. And this time I did squeeze. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. A sure sign that she was close.

I needed to see her cum.

Just one last time.

"You’re just a greedy pussy. Not wife material." In and out I thrust my fingers. Each thrust made the most delicious wet sounds as my fingers made contact with her body. "Not good enough to be anyone important." I lied, my eyes glued to her face.

Fuck, why did she have to look like that? So beautiful even when I was saying the most ugly things to her?

"A broodmare, and a wet, warm hole." Loosening my grip on her throat suddenly, I tore down my zipper. Fisting my cock in time with the fingers inside her body.

"You’re a hate fuck and—"

Her back arched off the bed, her head thrashing back and forth as she screamed. I kept working her body, teasing the last of her orgasm out of her, fisting my cock hard at the same time. I glanced down the length of her body one last time. Her breasts heaving over the tank top, the way her pink pussy seemed to eat up my fingers.

Finally, my eyes landed on her face.

"You'll never be good enough to be my wife, Daisy." I came in a thick, hot splurt. Thick, ropey white cum hit her breasts and the bottom half of her face.

"I am going to marry a woman a million times better than you are," I ended with a groan. Chest heaving, I stared at her face.

Her beautiful face with her tear-filled eyes. She had heard everything I had said.

Good.

"We are going to have a dozen children. And you." Slithering up her body, I rubbed my cum into her lips, forcing my fingers into her mouth. "You are going to watch me be happy. There’s never going to be another man for you, Daisy." I worked mycum-filled fingers against her tongue, forcing her to taste me. "I’ll kill anyone in your life."

A single tear slipped down her cheek. And it broke me.

Yanking my hand back, I stuffed myself back into my pants and stood over her.

"Ilya, you can’t mean that."

Fists on either side of her head, I brushed my lips over her mouth. Tenderly, I wanted my next words to hurt. "I mean it all, Daisy. Every single word." The words kept coming even though I didn’t mean a single one of them. Not really.

"Clean yourself up. And get yourself food. My guests will be here soon, and you," I dragged my knuckle down her trembling cheek, "will stay in here until the morning. Is that understood?"

She nodded her head just once, and I straightened. "Good girl, Daisy, because believe me, this is only the beginning of your punishment."

I walked away, zipping up my pants as I went, but I couldn’t help but bring my fingers to my lips. So I could taste her.