Silken Chains (Bond by Morozov Bratva Book 1) (Bond by Morozov Bratva Series)
Chapter 10

HOLY FUCKING hell.

I have never felt such intensity before, and I don’t know how to process this newfound pleasure. I’m lying back on the sofa, still reeling from the shock of that mind-blowing orgasm.

And…that’s just his fingers doing the work.

I’m dizzy with wanting more.

Every cell in me craves him. I watch him as he stands proudly over me, the room’s dim light casting him in an almost holy glow.

He peels his shirt away; spectacular muscles roll across a broad chest and shoulders that look chiseled from stone. Runic symbols twist about his biceps like serpents caught in an eternal battle.

“Holy shit,” I mutter under my breath, feeling completely entranced by his body.

“You like what you see?” he teases, and I can’t even snap at him because, holy hell, he’s a walking, talking piece of art.

“I hate to admit it, but yes.” I roll my eyes playfully, trying to maintain some semblance of control.

“Good. Because I plan on making you crave more, krasivyy.” His hand cups my cheek, and his thumb strokes my lips teasingly.

I grab a fistful of his hair and pull him down for a kiss that is filled with heat and need. It’s like we’re both starving for each other’s touch.

When we finally break apart, panting and dizzy, a sense of familiarity washes over me. It’s as if this is what I’ve been missing all along.

“I… I don’t usually do this kind of thing,” I blurt out, feeling the need to justify myself somehow.

“Well, lucky for you, you do now,” he whispers huskily before slipping two fingers into my mouth, and I eagerly suck on them.

In that moment, there’s no need for words. Our eyes are locked, and we both understand exactly what we want from each other.

Fuck it. I deserve this. And he deserves to be repaid in the same way.

I smile, feeling a surge of pleasure as his fingers move deeper into my mouth.

Yes. I definitely do.

I want to get even.

Fuck it.

My mind is a tempestuous tornado of pent-up rage fueled by the searing pain and ruthless betrayal inflicted by my deserting husband. Or perhaps it was the intoxicating whiskey shots igniting a burning hunger to break free. And then he appears, a magnetic stranger with a tempting offer to leave it all behind… and I am helpless against his seductive charm.

“Hmm…” Victor unleashes a guttural growl, his eyes wild with primal desire as I hungrily suck and lick his fingers, my mouth watering with anticipation.

I look at him with longing, knowing what’s to come. He pulls his fingers from my mouth and plunges them into me without a moment’s hesitation. A gasp escapes my lips as pleasure courses through me like an electric shock. Arching my back, I moan in response to his touch.

“Oh… yes,” I moan against his lips as he kisses me again. His fingers continue their dance inside my wet pussy. Driving me wild with desire.

“That’s it, kiska,” he whispers huskily in my ear. Suddenly, he moves lower, his lips and tongue exploring every inch of my body as he hungrily yanks off my bra.

His eyes fixate on my exposed breasts, filled with unbridled lust. “I can’t get enough of your tits,” he groans before grabbing one roughly.

“Uhhhh… Yes.” A surge of pleasure washes over me, and I writhe beneath him, unable to contain the sounds of ecstasy escaping my lips.

I’m stunned, crazy horny, and buzzed.

“God, yes,” I moan, thrusting against his fingers as he hungrily suckles at my neck. “Harder!”

He grins wickedly and digs his nails into my sensitive nipple, twisting it until I cry out in ecstasy. My thighs tremble with need as he expertly works me over.

“You like that?” he taunts, his voice dripping with lust.

“Yes, yes. Fuck, I’m so close.” And I am drenched and desperate for him to take me completely.

“You’re so wet for me. Yes. Come for me,” he growls in my ear as his fingers thrust deeper, harder, and faster inside of me.

“Fuck… Oh… fuck!” I yell out and my nails scratch down his back, leaving behind angry red marks. But he doesn’t give a damn, and neither do I.

“Oh God, yes!” I scream, my body convulsing as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashes through me. My vision blurs as I lose control, my chest heaving and my heart racing so fast I think it might burst.

I’ve never come so easily with anyone, but with Victor it’s like he knows all the secret places to touch and tease until I’m writhing beneath him. His weight pins me down, but instead of feeling trapped, I feel safe—I can’t help but compare him to David—cold and distant in bed.

“Tell me,” he growls again, as his fingers continue their relentless pace inside of me, “what desires are clouding your thoughts?”

My mind races with conflicting thoughts and emotions, but all I can manage to say is “Revenge.” The word drips with venom and longing at the same time.

“Revenge?” he repeats with a smirk playing on his lips. And before I can even process what’s happening, he leans down to capture my nipple between his teeth. The sensations crash over me like waves, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

“I want revenge,” I pant out between moans and gasps. But deep down, I know it’s not just revenge I want—it’s him. All of him.

“Fuck!” I scream. I scream in frustration, my voice cracking with pent-up desire. I need him inside of me.

“Be careful, kiska,” he growls, his breath scorching as he leans closer to me. “In my world, revenge is a dangerous game—it can destroy you just as easily as it destroys your target.”

I gasp as he starts licking and biting down on my nipple, the line between pleasure and pain blurring into one pulsing sensation.

“Fuck.”

“Fuck.”

His fingers plunge inside me, filling me up.

“I… I will have what I… deserve,” I moan as his fingers tease my nipple, making it harder and harder while fueling my desire.

My heartbeat races with adrenaline and lust as I whisper, “Partly,” knowing that my intentions are driven by the betrayal of my husband’s infidelity and the loss of my store. But in this moment, with Victor, there is a sense of solace.

“What do you really want, Laura?” His voice is steady, but his eyes are wild with desire. I lock eyes with him and declare fiercely, “I want to feel alive again. To forget everything else.” My words pour out like a torrent of emotion and pent-up longing.

“And… you want me,” he states confidently, spreading my folds and gently teasing my clit with his fingertips. “You want me to fuck your horny little cunt.”

“Y-yes,” I gasp uncontrollably, unable to deny the truth as it spills from my lips. “I need you to fuck me,” I beg shamelessly, consumed by the overwhelming urge to feel him inside me.

Victor’s eyes turn wild, like a beast’s been let loose. He’s got this wicked smirk, like he knows he’s about to cause some real trouble. “Is that so?” he says. With a devious grin, Victor ravages my mouth, igniting electric sensations all over my body. He frantically rips off my dress in a frenzy and parts my legs wider, his lips traveling down to my throbbing pussy.

“Blyad,” he mutters against my wet pussy.

“Fuck, yes.” As his mouth devours my exposed pussy with reckless abandon, I cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure. His tongue plunges deep inside me, lapping at me with insatiable hunger. And his skilled fingers thrust and curl inside me, driving me closer to the edge of ecstasy.

“Oh, God.” I cling onto his shoulder, my nails digging into his skin as I surrender to the intense sensations wracking my body.

With three fingers still buried inside me, he twists and pinches my nipple, adding a new layer of electrifying pain to the pleasure pulsing through me. And instead of easing up, he pulls my hips up higher, forcing me to grind into his mouth as I reach climax.

Just when I think I can’t take any more, he halts his movements and delivers a series of sharp slaps to my throbbing clit. Each one sends waves of agony and ecstasy through me until I can no longer hold back.

“Fuck, yes, fuck!” I scream and moan uncontrollably.

Victor commands with a possessive growl, “Come for me, kiska. Let the whole city hear who you belong to.” And with that final command, I surrender completely to his dominance, lost in a sea of pleasure and pain.

Victor.

“Yes, Victor, yes…” I scream his name. And I cum on his fingers.

“That’s my good girl. Ask for me to spank your ass and make you come again.”

“Span- spank me,” I barely manage to whisper, my voice trembling with anticipation.

Victor’s eyes glint with a mix of desire and command. “Beg for it, kiska. Say ‘please.’”

As soon as I do, he flips me onto my stomach and begins spanking me hard and fast, alternating between each cheek while I grind my breasts against the sofa.

A gasp of delight escapes my lips, turning into a tremulous, ecstatic sob as I spread out my hands and grip tightly onto the soft leather. “Oh, fuck!”

Suddenly, he stops and plunges his fingers deep inside of me, grinning as he feels my dripping arousal. “I’m going to fuck this tight pussy of yours until it’s screaming,” he rumbles, his voice thick with desire.

“Please,” I gasp in response, feeling my walls clench around his fingers in anticipation.

I had no idea that raunchy talk could be such a turn-on for me.

“Ask for it properly,” he commands.

“Please! Please fuck me! I need you to fuck me!” I beg desperately.

Hearing me plead like that drives him wild.

Without hesitation, he aligns himself at my back. With a firm grasp on my hips, he pulls me onto all fours and unzips his pants. His cock springs out, fully erect and glistening with pre-cum, beckoning me closer.

“Is this what you want, Laura?”

“Yes,” I gasp at the size of his cock. “I want… want your cock inside of me.”

“Say please, Laura.” He reaches over to the nightstand and retrieves a condom, sliding it on his hard cock with practiced ease. I can hardly contain my desire as he teases me with his length against my clit.

“Please,” I beg, my body craving his touch.

Smacking my ass with his throbbing cock, he says, “This is what you do to me.”

I moan in response, already feeling the familiar ache between my thighs. “Please, yes, please,” I whimper, needing him inside me. He obliges, positioning himself between my legs. I can feel my arousal dripping onto my thighs as I arch up to meet him.

“Look at you, so fucking wet.” With a husky groan, he enters me, filling me completely.

“Ah!” I jolt, caught off guard.

“You’re mine, kiska,” he reminds me in between thrusts, claiming me with each powerful movement.

My body is soaked in sweat as he grabs my waist, thrusting into me with a primal force. I can feel my orgasm building, bubbling just beneath the surface, and I know it won’t be long until I explode again.

“Victor, yes, yes! Fuck, yes.” Lost in the pleasure of being taken by him, I moan his name over and over.

He leans down to whisper in my ear, his hot breath fanning over my neck. “You like it rough, don’t you, Laura?” he growls.

No, I shouldn’t… But I never knew I liked it this intense.

“Yes,” I moan, unable to form any coherent words as pleasure overtakes me.

With a guttural growl, he grabs my breasts and squeezes them with bruising force. His fingers twist my nipples until they throb with pain while he relentlessly pounds into me, his cock filling every inch of my insides.

“Oh, my God, I’m so close…” My body is on fire, teetering on the edge of another earth-shattering orgasm as he thrusts harder and deeper.

He responds by slamming into me with such force that my body rattles against the sofa.

“Fuck,” he groans, reaching around to rub circles on my clit with his thumb. The added sensation pushes me over the edge, and I scream out in ecstasy.

His thrusts become almost frenzied, each one hitting a new spot inside of me that sends sparks shooting through my veins. I can’t hold back the intense waves of pleasure that crash over me, and I feel a burst of wetness pulsing within me.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he growls and keeps thrusting with a ferocity that matches my own desire. “I can’t get enough of you.”

“Oh, God,” I cry out. My mind goes blank as he takes me to new heights of pleasure.

“You’re so delicious,” he pants as he plunges his hard cock into me, slamming into me relentlessly, pounding against my body until my insides feel bruised and broken. But I fucking love it.

“Fuc-fuck!” I sob. “Fuck yes, Victor.”

His hand glides up my side, caressing the curves of my ribs before cupping and squeezing my breast again. My nipple hardens under his touch as he pinches and pulls at it.

“Oh… fuck…!” I gasp in pain and pleasure.

Fuck! Why does this feel so good?

“I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you.” He reaches between us and starts fondling my swollen clit before spanking it, making me writhe with pleasure. The zipper of his pants rubs against my ass with every thrust of his hips, adding a delicious level of pain to the pleasure.

“God, you feel amazing,” he moans, squeezing my breast before pinching my nipple roughly. I whimper in ecstasy, begging for more.

“Please… Yes, please.”

“You like that?” he asks breathlessly as he continues to pound into me.

“Yes!” I cry out. “Do it again!”

He smirks and obliges, thrusting harder and faster until we’re both on the brink of release.

“You’re better than I ever imagined,” he gasps, his words becoming rougher as he nears his climax.

“Mmm,” I groan, too dazed to talk. With each thrust, he grunts in my ear, and I can feel myself getting closer to the edge. The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the room as I arch my back, begging for him to give me more.

Suddenly, it hits me like a freight train, a wave of pleasure coursing through my body as I come, while he’s still pumping into me, grunting and cursing under his breath until he finally reaches his own release and empties himself inside of me.

He pulls out; I can feel a rush of wetness escape from me and hear him say one final word “Blyad.”