Page 41 of The Bratva's Forced Bride

A blush immediately blossomed in my cheeks, aware of what he meant. Without a bra beneath the satin material of my top, the fabric clung to my chest, showing every contour of my body.

But Yaro didn’t seem to mind.

Instead, he took full advantage of the situation and gripped the top between his fingers. Carefully, he lifted it up and over my head, leaving my chest completely bare in front of him.

While my skin burned from his undivided attention, I couldn’t deny how nice it was to see the hunger in his eyes. A reminder that he found me appealing, as I did about him.

Those hazel eyes seemed to darken as he studied me closer before bringing a hand up to my ribcage. His thumb reached around and brushed against my nipple, peeking from the temperature difference outside the tub.

That pleasure flickered through me immediately, making me sigh from the sensation. I leaned into that touch, hoping for more of it.

Yaro looked satisfied by my reaction, to which he continued rolling circles against it. As I tipped my head back, soaking in that stimulus, I felt his cock twitch beneath me. It made my insides pool, and I immediately saw the appeal of sharing the tub.

He grunted his satisfaction, using both hands to toy with my nipples. He knew exactly how to pull those breathy moans from me, stirring that excitement within me.

It had been how long since we last had sex, and we were both pent up because of it. His eagerness was plain enough.

Finished with his initial ministrations, Yaro let his hands slide down my thighs until he reached for the matching black bottoms, completely soaked.

Aware of how our position wasn’t the most ideal for removing them, Yaro gripped the waistband and pulled.

Immediately, the material tore, shredding in half.

“I liked those,” I mumbled half-heartedly.

Yaro chuckled as he put a hand against my jaw and pulled me closer. “I’ll get you another pair later. As many as you want.”

Since I knew it was an easy enough favor for him to follow through with, the thought was forgotten the moment our lips crashed together and the water shifted around us.

I melted into him then, allowing myself to let go of any previous inhibitions. Drifting closer to him, my arms draped around his shoulders as I kissed him back. There was something so addicting about his lips that had me feeling like I was finally getting another hit of what I wanted.

As much as I wanted to resist Yaro before, I didn’t feel that same wall between us anymore—the block that kept us from getting closer. Something felt different about it that time.

Whether he was appreciative of the gesture or if it was my change of heart toward him, there was so much feeling within that caress of our mouths.

His palms glided down my back as he held me against him, deepening the kiss like he couldn’t get enough of it. Our cores were aligned, offering us that mutual friction that made us breathless.

My head spun at the feeling of him brushing against me, wishing I could be so full of him already.

But Yaro wasn’t in the biggest hurry yet. Instead, he brought a hand down between us and carefully traced circles against my clit. That pleasure stitched within me, forcing me to moan into the kiss.

He hummed his appeasement as he slowly added more pressure until he built up a rhythm I liked.

A shiver ran down my back as my entire body seemed to come to life thanks to his fingers, wriggling against him for more of that sensation.

The incredible feeling seemed to consume me as I tried to keep up with his lips, yet my mouth parted as a strained moan came from me. He took advantage of the opportunity and took my lower lip between his teeth.

My skin felt like it was on fire from how perfectly he held me and made me want more of him. I whimpered at how weak that gesture made me, finished with the teasing.

Like he was granting my wish, Yaro put his hands beneath me and stood from within the tub, not caring how the water splashed. I clung to him with a squeal, watching as he pulled us both out.

When he reached the lush bathmat, Yaro carefully lowered me until I stood in front of him.

His arms wrapped around me and kept me pressed against him as he sealed my lips in another heated kiss. He poured so much emotion into it that I could hardly breathe, overwhelmed by how intense it all felt.

“Let me thank you for your help,” Yaro murmured against my lips as he turned me around.

Before I knew it, I was facing the vanity, and his hands adjusted me into place. Bent slightly over the countertop, my palms rested against the cool surface, and my heart stammered from the anticipation.

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