Page 29 of Bound By the Bratva
“Slutty romance novel have you worked up?” I ask her, claiming her lips in another searing kiss while she tangles her hands in my hair and growls into it.
"Fuck smutty books," she gasps, grinding her hips against mine. "I'm here for you, Rolan. I want you." She tugs at my jacket to open it. Her nails rake down my chest until she finds the hem of my shirt and starts pulling upward.
I want to question it—how easily she admits she wants me—but my self-control snaps. I set her down and shove her toward my desk. Her gasp is a delicious mix of shock and desire as I yank down her slacks, baring her ass to me. I deliver a sharp smack to one cheek, then the other, eliciting a moan from her lips. "You know better than to snoop."
"I know," she pants, arching her back, presenting herself for more as I tear off my coat and yank my shirt off over my head with one hand. It’s not every day a woman as alluring as Anya Morozova comes to my office to ask for sex, and better yet, I’m not having to force it this time.
I grab a fistful of Anya's hair, yanking her head back and growling in her ear, "You like it when I'm rough, don't you?" I trail my free hand down her spine, stopping just shy of her core, which isn’t nearly as wet as it should be if she really came to fuck me. "Tell me you've been a good girl and maybe I'll give you what you came for."
Anya whimpers, her breaths uneven as she rocks her hips back against my hand. "Yes," she pants, "I've been a good girl… for you." Her nails dig into the edge of the desk as she struggles to keep herself upright. "Please…"
With one hand, I undo my belt, take out my hard cock, and stroke it. The other remains tangled in her hair, knotted hard enough to make it hard for her to breathe. She’s too easy, too agreeable. This bitch was snooping for something, and my gut tells me it was a way to get out of here without being noticed. She’s planning to try to run, and now she’s shown her hand.
“You shouldn’t lie to me, Anya,” I warn as I slide my dick to her dry entrance. She gasps, squeezing the edge of the desk as I rub up and down her slit until she’s whimpering.
“I’m not lying. I want you.” Even the pleading way she whimpers those words is belying her real intention. But I can make her want me.
I tighten my grip on her hair, pulling her head back so far that her neck is taut. "Let me make it clear, Anya. You're here because I want you here, not the other way around. You will do as I say, when I say it. Understand?" She whimpers in response, but I don't release my grip. "I said, do you understand?"
"Y–Yes," she stutters out between gasps. "I'm here for you."
I let go of her hair and push her head down onto the desk roughly. She whimpers again but doesn't protest. My cock throbs with anticipation as I spread her ass cheeks apart and drop to my knees. Her pussy trembles when I blow on it, and when I bite her inner thigh, she gasps. The holes contract and pulse when I lick her, moistening her, and listen to her soft, whimpering moans.
I work her until she’s soaked, a tantalizing prize for my persistence, but I know this is just the start. Standing, I push her down farther until her ass is in the air, her pussy bared to me."You like that, don't you?" I ask, tracing her slick folds with my fingers. She whimpers, her hips jerking against my touch.
I position myself at her entrance and slam my cock inside her with one powerful thrust, drawing a muffled scream from her lips. "You're mine now," I growl in her ear as I start to move, withdrawing and plunging back in with rough, forceful strokes.
I thrust relentlessly into her tight pussy. Her moans and whimpers only spur me on, my anger and frustration from the Zharovs' betrayal pouring out into each savage thrust. Anya's pussy clenches around my cock, her wetness coating both of us as I drive myself deeper and deeper inside her. Her core is hot, wet, and tight—so fucking tight around my cock—and I know she's close.
"You're going to come for me," I growl in her ear, “because you came in here for this, right?”
“Right,” she mutters, barely audible.
I grip her hips firmly, my nails digging into her skin as I use her body to work out my frustration. My other hand wraps around her throat, squeezing just enough to make it difficult for her to breathe. Her eyes widen and she claws at the desk, arching her back to meet my every thrust.
"You came here to see if you could handle me?" I squeeze tighter, a low groan escaping my own lips as she starts to tremble beneath me. "Who owns this pussy now?" I hiss between clenched teeth.
"Y–You," she gasps, her voice strained.
“That’s right,” I growl, my voice a low, guttural sound. “And who's going to make you come?”
“You,” Anya pants, pushing back into me harder.
The orgasm rips through me, and I can feel her contracting around my cock. Her body shudders and trembles. She screams into the sleeve of her shirt, muffling her cries of ecstasy. I holdher there, buried deep inside her for a moment, both of us panting before I pull out and slap her ass hard again.
She gasps when I let go of her throat and step away, lies across my desk for a second as I tuck my dick away and zip up. “I did come for you,” she mutters, slowly rising and pulling her pants up as shamefully as the moment demands.
“Get out, and don’t come back here again,” I grumble, turning away from her. I hear the door click shut, but when I turn, her shoes are still lying on the floor just inside the doorway.
I have a problem. I’m going to have to increase security to keep her out of here now.
15
ANYA
Aweek passes without threats or shouting and without further confrontation. It should feel like a reprieve, but the absence of conflict only tightens something inside me. Rolan has a governess come to teach Nikolai his studies so in his absence from school, he doesn't fall behind. I'm not given the choice about that, and I hate that he's not around other kids.
When I wake, the door to my room is ajar, and the stillness pressing around me makes me hesitate before I move. The house feels eerily quiet. I don't hear Nikolai talking yet.
