Held by the Bratva: an Age Gap Mafia Boss Stalker Romance

16. Brody

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She squirms as I hold her to my chest. “That’s cheating!”

“Da.” I hoist her higher up my front, dragging her over my hard cock. “I’m a devious fucker. I will do anything to have you, Caterina. I would never let you leave, and I’m going to take everything I want. I’d defy every god. I’d fight death himself.”

“Brody…” Her voice has gone disbelieving and soft.

One turn, and we’re at the centre of the maze. The sunlight shines onto the circular wood and glass pavilion at its heart. It’s a luxurious little space that I had planned to bring Caterina to visit tomorrow. I open the door with my elbow, and she gasps.

The single room is richly furnished as a relaxation snug and boudoir, with all the comfort you could possibly want. And thankfully all the preparations I ordered have already been done. There are clean white covers on the bed, champagne flutes on a side table, and candles ready to be lit.

I set her down onto the bed and stand back.

“Do you have any idea what a little temptress you are?” I ask conversationally as I strip off the rest of my clothes, tossing them away.

She shakes her head, lines appearing between her eyebrows as she takes in my naked body.

“You’re so big,” she breathes. I glance down to where her gaze keeps returning. My cock is hard, red, veined, and throbbing. Not a surprise she’s alarmed.

“Your little body will fit my huge cock, don’t worry,” I assure her, roughly palming my length and giving it a few long, lazy strokes. “And since you nearly got to the centre of the maze, I’m going to tell you what I want before I take it.”

I insert one knee between her thighs, pushing her legs apart, and smooth the lines on her forehead away with my fingers.

“I’m going to claim you. I’m going to fuck you and breed you.” A soft gasp reveals that’s probably too much, but I don’t care.

Tugging up her skirt, I groan as her little lace knickers are revealed. “I’ve stroked my cock to the image of you in that underwear every night since you showed them to me,” I admit gruffly. She arches and wriggles to help me remove her dress, and fuck, her body is perfect.

“You’re amazing,” she breathes as her fingers reach up to investigate my chest, and creep downwards, making excitement spike at the base of my spine.

Her innocent curiosity threatens to derail all my plans.

“Not so fast, moya koshechka. I’m going to pleasure you first.” I take her questing hand from my abdominals and put it over her head. Then because she whimpers in protest and her tits are so lovely in this position, I do the same with her other hand, so she’s exposed.

“You belong to me, now,” I tell her, trailing possessive fingertips down her front and over her belly to where her lace knickers are already soaked through. “I’ll push into your hot little body, make you come on my cock, and then I’m going to fill you up with my seed until you’re swollen with it.”

Her eyes drift closed, and I grip her chin.

“Look at me.”

And then her soft brown eyes open again, and she pants, her mouth a sweet and enticing “o”.

I trace my fingers gently down her face. She tilts her head, revealing her tender, vulnerable neck.

“You’re like a stray cat. All beautiful and wary, chirping for attention but not coming close enough to stroke. But now, moya koshechka, you’re my pet. I’m going to collar you.”

I suit my movements to the words, making my hand into a necklace that stretches nearly all the way around her neck because I’m so much bigger than her.

“I’ll give you something to wear here, and a ring around your finger. A ring worth more than some countries’ entire wealth to show you once and for all that you are precious to me. Far too important to allow you to stray from my control.” I tighten my grip on her throat the slightest amount, just enough to let her know I’m the one who holds her now. “Do you understand?”

“Yes.” Her breathing is uneven, her pulse flutters, and as I cast my gaze down, I see her nipples clearly visible through that tease of lace.

“So will you be my good girl and not try to run from me again?” I can’t live without her.

“Is that what you want?” she breathes.

How can she doubt that? “All I want…” I brush my hand down over the smooth skin of her clavicle until I get to the bralette. “Is you.”

I cup her little breast and rub my thumb over the nipple, and she moans.

“So responsive. Such a good girl when you comply.” Leaning down, I put my lips to her nipple, tormenting her with the soft wet of my tongue through the lace. “You’re going to take my cock so well.”

Hooking one finger on the strap of her insubstantial bralette, I drag it down, revealing the swell of her naked breast.

“So beautiful,” I murmur before taking the tip into my mouth to suck. So fucking delicious, her skin is divine. She bucks as I nibble and take ruthless advantage, easing down on top of her and nudging her thighs wider. I continue to lavish attention on her sweet little breast before switching to the other one with a groan of pure desire as she squirms beneath me, unconsciously rubbing my erection on her thighs until it notches where she’s soft and wet.

We both stop.

But for that scrap of lace, I’d be pressing into her. I’d be popping the sweet cherry of her virginity.

“Off.” I’m grabbing at her knickers, and she wriggles as I shove them down her legs. “And that.”

I gesture vaguely, but she understands and scrabbles to get her bralette off. I manhandle her into the middle of the bed and can’t even stop to admire her naked body fully—I have to get my mouth onto that soaking little pussy of hers.

Holding down her thighs, I bury my head between her legs. There’s no finesse or gradual build up this time. I part her lips and drag my tongue over her clit, the sweet and salt of her hitting like a drug.

She cries out, and I do it again, but more. Harder. I lick, and lick, gorging on her. I need this. And so does she, because it’s only minutes and she’s coming. She jerks and shudders and screams my name in a way that makes savage pride avalanche down from my heart to my cock, stiffening it more.

And when I lift myself up, I grin as I see that she’s sweaty and electrified, not sleepy and sated.

“Is that normal?” she asks, reaching out for me, her chest heaving.

“It will be for you.”

She laughs with delight, and it’s the best sound in the world.

I sit back and pull her onto my lap, holding her tight, her arms draped over my shoulders, and kiss her deeply. My erection presses into her soft belly, and her breasts are squashed against the planes of my chest. Being skin to skin is everything I thought it would be.

For a while, I just hold her, keeping her close, and enjoying this moment. She’s small and slight, but fits on my lap so easily, and our height difference means we’re face to face. I breathe her in, kiss her neck, and savour the last moments of my girl being a virgin. Until she begins to squirm, arousal fully revived and impatience engaged.

“I’m going to put you onto my cock,” I murmur, grip her hips, and drag her up my body until the soaked entrance of her pussy notches at my head. Any control or filter on my words or actions has gone. “I’ll release my sperm deep inside you. I’m going to fill you up and get you pregnant.”

I kiss her lips and shudder with pleasure at the promise of her wet heat.

“Yes,” she says around my hungry kisses, her hands all over me. Stroking my upper back, pressing the muscles of my neck as she writhes on the blunt end of my cock. “Yes. Impregnate me. Give me your baby.”

“I will.” I can barely bring myself to let her go enough to allow her to slide down onto where we both need her to be. “I’m going to breed you.”

She lets out a little sob as we press together, gravity dragging her onto me. And despite her being my perfect virgin angel falling, she feels like heaven.

“Oh god, you’re too big. I can’t.” She flexes up, but the protest is a lie, because she’s already sinking back lower.

“That’s it.” Swapping into my mother tongue, I whisper into her ear. “My falling angel. My love. Moya koshechka, take more.”

“It hurts,” she whines, but not in a bad way. Breathless and needy, she pushes down another inch.

“You have a greedy little pussy. It will hurt until you’re used to it.” I hold still, even as my body throbs with the need to rut her. To mark her. I let her get used to my size. She shifts infinitesimally from side to side and up and down, and her tight, tight pussy gives.

“That’s it. Open for me.”

“You’re splitting me apart. I’ve never…”

“I know.” I soothe her. She’s tiny, and I’m big. This first time for us was always going to be difficult. Fuck, she’s squeezing my cock. She’s incredible. “But I promise you’ll love it soon enough.”

“I already do,” she insists. “I love that you’re so close. That you’re in me.”

I can’t speak to agree with her, because I’m choked with love and the feel of her tight passage sliding onto my cock further and further until we’re joined fully and she’s panting and wriggling on me, held by my arms.

She’s mine. She’ll never belong to anyone else. I’ve claimed her, and I’ll make this so good she can’t see anyone else. That completion of the beginning eases up my throat.

“You belong to me now, always.” I press my cheek to hers as I pour the declaration into her ear. “I love you.”

“I love you.” She loses the words into my shoulder, but they make their way to my heart, anyway.

“Not half so much as I love you. You’ll never doubt me again, I’ll ensure it. I’ll have you well fucked and in a constant state of ecstasy and contentment.”

“I’m so glad you found me,” she murmurs. “I needed you.”

“I’ll never let you go.”

I relish her soft skin. Her pussy is the most amazing, sheath for my cock. She’s silk and velvet clenching on my length. I grasp her little arse and lift her an inch, then slide her back down.

She moans.

“You like that, huh? You like your man’s cock?” I don’t need her to answer, because I can feel her whole-body shudders of need.

“I love it,” she confirms anyway.

“You’re so perfect.” I push my fingers into her hair and pull her head back to bare her neck, then kiss her there as I flex my hips, fucking up into her in short, leisurely strokes. “I can’t wait to see you lush and round with my child. You’re going to be even more lovely when you’re bred.”

“Please,” she sobs.

My slow pace is frustrating her, but I’m not ready for this to be over.

“Come for me. Two orgasms and I’ll give you what you want, moya koshechka.”