Page 62 of Forced By the Bratva King
My husband and I exchanged glances, and he said to her, “We need your help watching the kids while we’re away.”
“We won’t be long. Just a week—that’s all,” I seconded.
“Is that the favor you need?” Her brows rose in disbelief. She was probably expecting something more demanding.
I nodded.
“Come on, it’s no biggie. You’ve done the same for me when Frank and I needed a break away from Zoya,” she said.
“Honestly, we need a break from those kids,” Artem said in a way that sounded like he, too, was tired of their trouble.
Kara chuckled softly. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of them for you. They’re adorable; how hard can it be?” She shrugged her shoulders dismissively.
“I wouldn’t get too cocky, if I were you,” Artem said, his tone hinting at the subtle advice in his words.
She winked at us. “I’m raising Zoya. Trust me, I can handle them.”
“Well, it’s settled, then,” I announced with a smile. “Thank you, Kara.”
“Anytime.” She hugged me.
My husband held my hand, and as we headed out, Kara added, “Have fun!”
“We sure will!” I responded as we left the house.
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The car glided to a smooth stop in front of the luxurious private jet that my husband had just recently acquired. The gigantic aircraft had its engines humming softly as we stepped out of the sleek black car. With a smile on his face, he offered his hand. I took it, and together, we ascended the short staircase.
We entered the jet, enveloped in opulent comfort, and I was wowed by the amazing interior: plush cream-colored leather seats, polished mahogany accents, and soft golden lights that added to the ambiance of the elegant space.
It was my first time on a private jet, and frankly speaking, it exceeded my expectations; it was even better than what I’d imagined it would be.
He dismissed the hostesses who were already standing by the seats, waiting for our arrival, and after they left, he picked up a strawberry from a golden tray of fruits.
“This is amazing, Artem,” I said, admiring the incredible aircraft. “I’ve never flown private before, and—”
“And now you have to get used to doing so,” he interrupted, taking gentle steps forward. “It’s your reality now.” He fed me the strawberry, eyes fixed on me.
As I munched on the fruit, savoring the flavor in my mouth, I felt his hand grabbing my ass, leaving me breathless in the wake of this sudden rush of desire. He pulled me closer so I’d feel his erection, and I did; a smile played on my lips.
There was this mischievous look in his eyes that turned me on instantly, and as he caressed my hair, he whispered into my ears, “I want you. I want you so badly.”
I bit my lower lip, casting an erotic look at him as I felt my pussy tingle between my legs.
“You’ve been so busy with the kids that we haven’t had the time to be together,” he said, a smirk plastered on his face as he watched me tremble at his touch. “This vacation is the perfect opportunity to have you all to myself, all day, every day.”
“Hmm. I like the sound of that.” My cheeks flushed, and I leaned forward, wrapping my arms around his neck as he landed a passionate kiss on my lips.
The deeper the kiss, the more I craved for him. His hands were all over my body, tracing my every curve, a gesture that revealed clearly how much he’d missed me. I fucking missed him as well, and I couldn’t wait to have him inside me.
He yanked me off my feet and set me on the table beside the tray of fruits. I felt his hand travel under my dress, and I moaned lightly, pulling him closer as his fingers caressed my thigh.
Artem shifted my panties and slipped his finger inside my cunt. “You’re so wet,” he said, stepping away with a broad grin as his eyes darted across my entire body.
“Isn’t that how you like it?” I asked with a whisper, spreading my legs apart so he’d see just how wet I was.
He licked his lips and stepped forward, unzipping his pants while I waited impatiently with a pounding heart, anticipating his thrust. He rushed at my lips, and as our tongues twirled, I felt him slide inside me, forcing a moan out of me.