Page 56 of Bratva Brother’s Bride

Her moans echo through the clearing. I can feel her getting close, and I fuck her harder.

“That’s it,” I say against her ear. “Good, little bird.”

“Yes,” she gasps. “Yes, please, don’t stop!”

I drive into her over and over, each thrust deeper than the last. Her legs are trembling around my waist now. I can tell she’s close.

Only I want more, because I want to make her come so hard she forgets everything but the feel of me inside her.

I slow my thrusts, drawing it out. “Patience,” I murmur. “We’re not done yet.”

I pull out of her and step back. She makes a sound of loss, her eyes flying open. “What are you doing?”

“Car,” I say. “Now.”

We quickly pull our clothes back on and I grab her hand, dragging her toward the vehicle. Artyom is nowhere to be seen. He knows better than to be around when I need privacy, but the car is waiting.

I push her inside and follow, pulling the door shut behind me. The back is cramped, but there’s more than enough space for our needs. I settle onto the bench seat and pull her onto my lap, her knees straddling my hips.

“Roman,” she breathes.

I silence her with a kiss, my tongue sweeping into her mouth. I can practically taste her desperation. My hands find her hips, and then I’m inside her again. Her pussy clenches again as I ease in.

Vera moans into my mouth, her hands fisting in my shirt. I can feel her all around me, hot and tight and perfect.

“Ride me,” I say against her lips.

She doesn’t hesitate.

Vera rises up on her knees and sinks back down, taking me deep. Her head falls back, and I lean forward to kiss the pulse point there. She tastes like salt and perfume.

Her rhythm is erratic at first, desperate and uncoordinated. But she finds it quickly, moving against me in a way that makes my vision blur. I grip her waist, helping her find the angle that makes her gasp.

“That’s it,” I murmur. “Just like that. Fuck, you feel so good.”

She’s so tight that each time she sinks back down onto my cock, I have to bite back a groan of pleasure.

I can tell she’s getting close again. Her movements are becoming more urgent, her breath more ragged. I reach between us and find her clit, rubbing it with a slow, relentless rhythm that makes her cry out.

“Come for me,” I say. “Come on, little bird.”

She shatters.

Her whole body convulses, her inner walls clenching around me like a vice. She screams my name with her head thrown back in ecstasy. I thrust up into her one more time and follow her over the edge, spilling myself inside her with a groan.

For a long moment, I focus on my breathing. Her head is resting on my shoulder, her body still trembling with aftershocks. My arms wrap around her waist without conscious decision.

After a moment Vera laughs, a breathless sound that vibrates against my chest. “I can’t feel my legs.”

“Good.”

She lifts her head to look at me. Her eyes are soft now, the anger from earlier replaced by something else. Something that looks almost like contentment.

“I’m still mad at you,” she says.

“I figured.”

She’s quiet for a moment. Then, “You weren’t wrong, though. Not entirely.”