Stolen by the Bratva (The Valkov Bratva Book 1) by Ava Gray

Author:Ava Gray [Gray, Ava]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-08-02T00:00:00+00:00

16

MILA

My pussy throbbed as the last waves of my orgasm crested through me. Each time the fluttering sensations coursed through me, I shivered and breathed deeper.

It was… nothing like what I’d expected. So good, but too fast. Left alone while he went to the bathroom, I lay there and blanked out. Staring at the ceiling was all I could do to preoccupy myself, but I was too restless to truly zone out.

My body had never felt so charged, yet relaxed. This all-consuming warmth and utter calm wasn’t like anything I’d ever experienced before. Better than any time I’d pleasured myself. Even better than when he’d made me come earlier. The let-down after sex was a heady sensation, and I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed by the intensity of what had just happened. Even though I was limp, my limbs deprived of energy as I sank onto the mattress, my mind was awake and racing.

I couldn’t believe he’d just…

Taken me. He hadn’t waited. He hadn’t asked. Or I supposed he had, but it was a sketchy consent that he’d taken from me, implied by my arousal. The bastard had gotten me so worked up and ready for him, slick with my cream and begging with moans and whimpers. Yes, I had wanted him to fuck me, but now that it was over…

What have I done?

I furrowed my brows as I stared at the cracked ceiling.

What have I done? Nothing. I didn’t do a single damn thing. He’d taken me. He’d tied me up and kept me captive, yet I couldn’t cry rape. Although I had my doubts—evidenced by my nervousness about the action—I’d welcomed him into my body. I lacked the sexual knowledge to be confident about losing my virginity after twenty-two years of protecting it, but my ignorance didn’t equal a lack of consent, not really.

I hadn’t done a damn thing. He’d been the one to do it all, but deep down, I couldn’t hold it against him. He’d turned me on, both with his hands and mouth as well as with what he said.

He wanted me, and hearing him express that desire felt entirely different from what other men had instilled in me. Yes, Alek had taken me when I had no real way to reject him, but if it had been Andrey, or Geoff, or any other horny man in our world, they would’ve been harsh.

Alek returned, and I tried my best to shelve my thoughts. He’d pulled on sweatpants but hadn’t bothered with a shirt.

“Here,” he said. Just that one simple word, full of his usual dominance as he knelt on the bed and reached for my legs.

“No. Wait. What are you⁠—”

He firmed his lips in a thin line and shot me a hard look. Impatient and frustrated, two things he often showed me, but I didn’t care. He grabbed my thighs and parted my legs, not too gently. I tensed, unsure what he had in mind until he lifted his other hand. In it, he held a wet washcloth, and I held my breath as he brought it to me.

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