Page 36 of Brutal Bratva Boss

Also seated in the crowd are Theo’s brothers and his sister with the partners they brought, as well as a few of his close business associates and a handful of his friends that I have met previously. A few of the women I met at the club are also here, but only because Theo did not want me to feel alone, and he was able to find them and invite them. Apparently, they spend a lot of time at the club.

Bringing up the rear are Theo’s men. I have met all of them save for a few, and for the most part, they all seem nice enough. About as nice as one can be in our world.

The priest runs through all the wedding bits, and as we repeat the vows, this time I actually mean every word I say. And I think Theo does too.

At the end of it, we do not have a cold kiss as we did the first time we made it official. This time Theo wraps one arm around my waist, sliding the other one around the nape of my neck. He dips me low toward the ground and presses his lips firmly against mine. Despite being in front of friends and family, he slides his tongue into my mouth, the hand around my waist moving to grasp my behind. The kiss goes on way longer than appropriate for the audience we have, and by the end of it, I am gasping for breath.

Theo looks smug as he guides me down the aisle in between our cheering guests, pumping his free fist in the air all Breakfast Club-like. It is equal parts entertaining and embarrassing. Especially coming from him.

The reception is calmer than I expected, with most people content to sit and talk amongst themselves. People come in small groups to congratulate us, the women gushing over my dress and how pretty the pearl detail is, and the men telling me they hope this means I can make an honest man out of Theo. It is all jokes, of course; there is no place for honest men in our world.

After a while, my feet start to feel the effects of my stunning but high and torturous heels, and Theo leads me back to our table. But he bypasses it at the last moment, pulling me into the hall and leading me down the dark corridor until he stops in front of a large wooden door. He gives me a mischievous smile as he twists the doorknob and pulls me inside, shutting the door behind us.

He pushes me against the door, one of his knees sliding between my legs as he slants his lips over mine.

“What are you doing?” I whisper-hiss into his mouth.

“We’re just taking a short break, princess,” he says in between kisses.

He trails his lips down my neck, planting open-mouthed kisses over my exposed cleavage.

I struggle to remain coherent. “But our guests will—”

“Have no trouble entertaining themselves for a short while until we get back.” He pulls back to look at me, and I take the moment to admire him.

His hair has grown out in recent weeks, the thick strands resting comfortably on his brow. His whiskey eyes swirl with lust as they roam over my face, resting on my mouth. He runs his tongue over his full lips before his eyes flit back to mine. Tonight, he switched his usual tie for a bow tie, and the satin material shimmers under the dim light in the room. His suit, as usual, is custom-made, meaning it hugs every one of his firm muscles, making me want to run my hands over them.

So, I do, starting at his shoulders and working my way over his sternum and down his stomach, only stopping when I feel the evidence of his arousal. I cup him with one hand, bringing the other one up to his neck. Hooking my fingers over his collar, I pull his lips down to mine.

Theo growls into my mouth, thrusting his hips forward and pushing himself deeper into my grasp. The kiss does not start slow. It is demanding and domineering, everything I have come to expect from Theo.

He bends down, trying and failing to grip the backs of my knees through all the ruffles of the skirt of the dress.

“Why is there so much material?” he asks, his voice laced with frustration. “Can’t I just rip it off?”

I push him back. “Don’t you dare! I’m planning on keeping this.”

He throws up his arms. “So how the hell am I supposed to get to my happy place?”

I laugh at this, turning to expose the buttons down my spine. “Help me with these, would you?”

Theo tries to rush it until he realizes it will not get him very far. His fingers shake against my skin as he slowly undoes the buttons until he gets to the one at the base of my spine.

When he tries to push the sleeves over my shoulders, I turn around and stop him.

He looks confused until I point to the chair on one side of the room. “Take a seat.”

Remembering the last time I gave him the same instruction, he readily complies, dropping into the plush chair so forcefully that it groans under his weight.

As I slowly slide the dress over my shoulders and down my sides, I give him my back, bending at the waist so he gets an eye full of the deep purple lace material half-covering my ass cheeks.

I feel slightly foolish as I did with the previous striptease, given that my body is not what it was the night we met and I have packed on a bit of baby weight. But when I peek over my shoulder at Theo, his hands are gripping the sides of the chair and I see nothing but unbridled lust, which spurs me on. Stepping out of the dress now pooled at my feet, I turn around and prop a hand on my hip. The lingerie is incredibly sexy, if I do say so myself, and I do.

Thankfully, Theo seems to agree. The tenting in his pants is all the evidence I need.

Sauntering over to him, I stop in front of the chair, placing my hands on both of his thighs and pushing his legs open. His eyes follow me as I drop to my knees, and when I reach for his pants, undoing the button and pulling down the zipper, his gaze darkens.

He lifts his hips so I can slide his pants and underwear off, and then he is gloriously naked and at my fingertips.

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