Page 28 of Forced By the Bratva King

She wasn’t a virgin anymore, meaning I didn’t have to hold back or be gentle with her. For some reason, I believed that she wanted it rough and hard, even though she didn’t say anything like that. Her moans were evidence enough of how much she was enjoying it.

I spanked her butt over and over until the spot turned red. I did it again and heard her whisper, “Yes.” Pressing her head against the table, I continued to plunge into her, each thrust harder than the one before.

I wanted to change positions, but her sweetness had trapped me, and I couldn’t stop fucking her.

She raked her nails into my table in a bid to curtail her pleasure, and with a hand, she covered her own mouth when her moans were transitioning into screams. She was loving it and kept going on and on.

With a loud grunt and faster thrusts, I began climaxing, and in a short while, I exploded inside her warm, tight pussy, filling it up with my load. Gradually, her screams died down, and we were out of breath.

I pulled away and buried my cock back into my pants. She pulled up her panties, adjusted her skirt, and faced me, looking like she had something on her mind.

“Spill,” I said, buckling back my belt.

“Don’t get mad,” she began, “I just need a favor.”

I paused and stared at her in silence.

“Can you please let me contact my family and friends?” She rubbed her palms together, pleading with her eyes. “They’ll be worried sick about me—especially my mother.”

I still didn’t say a word, just watched her beg, unsure whether I’d grant her this request.

“I know that I am bound to you by law and by blood,” she continued. “But please, I just want them to know I’m alright. I’m begging you, Artem.Please.” She stepped forward. “I promise I’ll be on my best behavior; I’ll do anything you want. Just please, let me talk to them.”

I thought for a moment; she had been a good wife so far and had never requested anything. “Fine,” I said, finally agreeing to grant her this favor. “I’ll get you a phone.”

Sierra let out a sigh of relief, and her eyes shut with a reflexive move. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” I said. “Your call will be monitored. So, don’t try anything stupid.”

She looked me dead in the eyes. “I won’t. I promise.”

Chapter 11 – Sierra

I held the phone to my ear, hearing it ring on the other line as I anxiously paced around my room, biting on my fingernails. “Come on, pick up, pick up,” I whispered under my breath.

This was the second time I had called and received no response. As they say, the third time’s the charm. I decided to try again, hoping she’d answer this time.

Mom wasn’t one to pick up the phone when the call was from a strange number, so I wasn’t entirely surprised that she was taking this long to answer. However, if she didn’t take the call, I’d reach out to Gary, my stepdad. He was more open-minded than she was about virtually everything, which was one reason we got along effortlessly.

Finally, she answered, “Hello?”

At that moment, all my courage and the words I’d planned to say went out the window. Hearing her voice turned off the light bulb in my head, leaving me blank and speechless.

“Listen, I’m in no mood for games right now; if you’re not gonna say anything, then I’m gonna…” she lashed out on the other line, her voice biting.

“Mom,” I said softly, feeling the sting in my eyes as tears welled.

She paused for a moment, letting my voice sink in. Then, her voice softened, and on a sob, she said, “Sierra, baby, is that you?”

I could envision her right now; her brows and eyes must have widened in anticipation of my reply. My hand flew to my mouth as I struggled not to shed tears. She couldn’t know what was really going on, not yet anyway. Knowing her, if she knew the truth, she’d freak out, and things would escalate.

Mom wasn’t one to think before doing stuff, especially when she was upset. She’d only end up making this worse, and I didn’t want that. Artem had made it pretty clear that my calls would be monitored.

Although I was alone in the room, I knew better than to try anything stupid. Other than the call being monitored, microphones and secret cameras could be hidden in places I’d never think to look. Artem wasn’t a man I wanted to mess with. So, in order not to screw this all up, I had to lie to my mother.

“Sierra?” she called again.

I threw my head toward the ceiling as if to make the tears trickle back into their glands. “It’s me, Mom. It’s me.” I wiped the droplets hanging on my eyelashes.