Page 18 of Forced & Knocked-Up Bratva Bride
I felt like a woman after a long time, and his experience in bed was legendary. No man had awakened such desire in me before. None had touched me, kissed, and caressed me the way that Nik did. He didn’t rush it, didn’t let his lust take the wheel. Nik was in control, and subconsciously, I submitted to his superiority without even realizing it.
He said he owned me, but while taking me, his gentility and compassion said the exact opposite. There was no dominance exerted, no act of condescension or demeaning words to prove a point. Nothing like that. It was just pure, unbridled pleasure, the kind that made me question his personality. I thought he’d be rough; I thought he’d claim me like I was a piece of property. I thought his thrusts would hurt and that his dominance might throw me off, even though I was already turned on.
But I was wrong.
I was fucking wrong.
It baffled me how the same hands that caused others a lot of pain were the chief architects of my pleasure.
His fingers slipped into mine in both hands, and he slid them upward, trapping them over my head. Bounded by his gentle yet firm grip, I surrendered myself to him, my eyes locking passionately with his. As we stared at each other, holding one another’s gazes, his thrusts quickened, hips slamming vigorously against mine.
My breasts bounced up and down in response to his relentless strokes, my moans growing louder by the second. His waist pounded me hard, his grip on my fingers tightening, making sure I was unable to use my hands. I loved it—the feeling of being in bondage and letting him take me as he pleased.
Throughout this entire time, I’d forgotten all about my plan to escape; I just wanted to enjoy the moment, to feel him inside me. I locked him in, wrapping my legs around his waist.He trapped both my hands underneath one of his palms, and with the other, he delicately choked me, fingers digging into my neck.
That was more like it.
I moaned louder and louder the further into me he drove. Nik’s eyes bore into mine, his pace quickening while I writhed like a snake beneath him. He pushed deeper, slammed harder, as if fueled by my moans.
Nik’s guttural growl announced his arrival, and in that moment, moved by the adrenaline coursing through me, I forced my hands out of his grip and wrapped them around him. I wanted deeper contact; I wanted to feel his skin against mine while he filled me up with his essence. Usually, I wouldn’t want this; I’d be smart enough to ensure he didn’t cum inside me.
But that wasn’t the case tonight. Tonight, I lost it. I lost control, and I bet he did, too. I’d tossed my sense out the window and let the wild one take control, the lioness he’d awakened. I locked my legs around his waist, my arms wrapping around him in anticipation of his release.
Nik pushed further in, his thrust deeper than before. And with a primal growl, he shot his load in my pussy, his essence filling me up while he looked deep in my eyes. My face contorted in ecstasy, a smile breaking through as a sigh of satisfaction left my lips.
My wet pussy accepted every single drop of his load, my heart racing in my chest. Nik slid off me and lay on his back, both of us staring blankly into space with heavy breaths.
It wasn’t until the heat of the moment began to cool off that I realized what huge mistake I’d made. My hands smoothed my hair backward as the guilt settled in, gnawing at me from every angle. But this was a necessary evil. It has to be done.
Now, phase one was complete, and as I lay there beside him, my eyes opened to the most perfect opportunity to escape.There was a way out of this place, and I’d just found it here in this room, in the ventilation shaft I was looking at across the room.
This was it.
This was my escape route.
A small, knowing grin tugged at the corners of my lips, and I let out a soft sigh. However, as exciting as this opportunity was, it was a delicate window that must be utilized well, lest I be caught.
Nik lay tired and exhausted beside me, which meant he would eventually fall asleep. I waited patiently, and during that time, I planned the perfect and smoothest escape from this place.
Even Nik wouldn’t see it coming.
Chapter 14 – Nik
I woke up with a faint smile on my face, recalling the event of last night and how the little Romano let me explore her body. The sweet sound of her moans still echoed in my head, a melodious harmony that hardened my cock. Her surrender, as suspicious as it was, seemed rather genuine, and with the way her body writhed beneath me, it was clear that she enjoyed every bit of me.
Last night, I couldn’t find the usual hatred that always burned in her eyes each time she was around me. It was almost like I was making love to an entirely different woman—a submissive wife basking in the euphoria of her husband’s touch. She had the sexiest facial expressions, the sweetest moans, and the softness of her skin made exploring her body more enjoyable.
I could do this every night for the rest of my life without getting tired or bored with her. However, that wasn’t a thought to be dwelt upon, considering the situation around her being here. It was best not to get attached because, as great as it would appear to be, it was not a part of my plan.
But hold on a minute. Why did she sleep with me on the first attempt? She loathed being here; she disliked me for abducting and locking her up. I should have repulsed her, and her pride should have stood in the way of our fun time last night. Ideally, she knew better than to surrender her body to the man who kidnapped her and threatened to revel in her father’s madness. So, what was her game?
I’d been too turned on last night to put two and two together, but my head was clear this morning. Somehow, I’d get to the bottom of this—the real reason for her surrender. Alessia was no child, nor was she stupid. She was a smartass who didn’tstrike me as someone who’d ever do anything without thinking. There was a reason why she let me sleep with her, and whatever it was, it was in her own favor.
My eyes narrowed, brows furrowing slightly as I lay on the bed. Her scent still lingered, clinging to the sheets like a strong perfume, a subtle reminder of the adventures we had the night before. However, as I turned in her direction, I realized that she wasn’t in bed with me, and that was when suspicion began to creep in.
The front door was locked, and the key was still in my pocket—I felt it when I dug in a hand to confirm. The balcony door was open, just as it was last night. But there was no way in hell that she jumped over the railing. That would be suicide; there was no way she’d make that jump without breaking her leg or even losing her life. It was impossible. The height alone was enough to scare anyone looking down from the balcony’s edge.
Perhaps she was in the bathroom.
