The Bratva's Forbidden pregnancy

Thirteen

Sienna

I didn't think I'd run into him at the club, but now that fate or whatever had brought us together again, I couldn't hold back from getting on his nerves and eventually getting laid.

When he gripped my hand and pulled me away from the crowd, my heart skipped for a moment in fear of what he was going to do to me. Making him jealous was a bad idea, and Fiona had warned me against doing that seconds before I kissed that guy. Funny, I didn't even catch his name; the poor boy was just a pawn to get the big fish mad. And it worked.

After he took me to a room and shut the door, Vlad turned to face me with those blazing eyes, red with anger. I swallowed hard but managed to remain composed. His hand went around my neck, and the way he glared at me somehow turned me on. I smirked faintly, recognizing the look in those eyes when he pushed me to the wall.

His words were watering the ecstasy growing within me, making me weak in my knees.

He was fucking horny, and that made me wet, excited. His desire to take me was palpable in his gaze, and my heart started to race; I knew what would happen next, and I wanted it. I wasn't supposed to fall for his charms after how he'd treated me, but at that moment, I wasn't thinking straight. All I wanted was to get fucked. I wanted it so badly.

The hardness of his erection was brushing against me, and my goodness, that sent shivers down my spine. The man was dashing, angry yet ravishing at the same time, and his furrowed brows didn't detract from his rugged attractiveness.

My body jerked at the feeling of his finger inside me, and I didn't necessarily care that he'd find out how wet I was for him.

You naughty girl." His baritone melted my heart.

I shut my eyes the moment he rushed at my lips, kissing them with so much fervency. This prompted me to reciprocate the gesture with the same energy, and soon, we were both swooning in a heated passion.

His tongue was twirling in my mouth and mine in his while he simultaneously fingered me with rapid movements.

All I wanted was his cock, and as soon as he plunged it into me, a gasp escaped from my lips. Standing on one foot with the other hanging above his arm, he rammed into me without holding back. His words were laced with possessiveness as he claimed ownership of my body.

Fuck. It felt good having him inside me after so long. I'd honestly missed him; I'd been really starving, and now I couldn't curtail my moans.

His huge cock was working its magic, its length traveling deep inside my wet pussy while I was pressed forward against the wall. With a handful of my hair, he pulled in a way that was both gentle and rough at the same time.

The sound of his groin slapping against my ass was so hot that it got me wanting more hits. His pull on my hair hurt a little, but I liked the sweet pain that came with it. His thrusts were rough and hard—a direct contrast to the last time we'd fucked. Maybe he was fucking me angrily. Yes, he was.

I had pissed him off by making out with that random guy, and now the rage from his jealousy was the fuel burning his drive. It was almost like he was punishing me for being such a naughty girl.

It was rough sex, and frankly speaking, I didn't care about the motive behind this. I was basking in the euphoria of this punishment; the anger was mutual, and I just wanted him to fuck me.

My warm pussy was filled with his cum, and he pushed deeply into me with heavy groans. Seconds later, he pulled out and stepped backward away from me.

Just like that, all that attitude of his that I'd ignored came rushing back into my head. The moment of bliss was over, and the hatred was sinking in again. I was satisfied, and my senses had returned; I could think straight now.