Page 82 of The Bratva's Hostage Bride

“Do you know what I’m going to do to you?” he murmurs, trailing kisses near my ear.

“The driver can hear us,” I whisper.

“I don’t care,” he whispers before he nips at my neck.

“Luka,” I scold him, but I burst into giggles as he continues to nip at my neck.

“Hurry up,” he says to the driver. “I want to devour my wife.”

I blush and push him. “Hush! Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

“I’ll finish you off every day,” he teases.

I can’t possibly go more red.

We reach the hotel, and he helps me out of the limo. I follow him to the front desk where the front desk lady already has the penthouse key ready for us. He takes it, and we go upstairs straight away.

He doesn’t wait. As soon I walk through the door, he grabs my arm and pulls me back to him, pushing me against the closed door and kissing me hungrily.

“Luka,” I groan as he trails kisses down my chest.

“Hannah,” he murmurs before he turns me around. I press against the door and smile.

“You’re hungry.”

“Always,” he says. He kisses my shoulder as he unties the ribbon to the corset. He starts pulling the ribbon out one line at a time, and I can feel it loosening. Once it’s undone, he turns me around again, and the dress falls over my hips to the floor, leaving me standing in a strapless white teddy and my high heels.

I start to undo his tie as he kisses me deeply. His hand snakes up and caresses my breasts gently.

“Luka,” I breathe against his lips.

“Hannah,” he murmurs.

It’s ours. It’s what we do, and nothing can ever change that.

He grabs me, and I jump up and wrap my legs around him, letting him carry me to the bed. He deposits me gently before he undoes his shirt slowly, watching me with dark, passionate eyes.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen him desire me more than right now.

I rest up on my elbows and lick my lips.

He tosses his shirt aside and starts to undo his pants. I sit up, moving his hands so I can undo them myself.

I’ve been researching what to do and I hope this goes the way I planned, because I’m nervous as hell.

His pants drop, and his cock stands to attention. I wrap my hand around the thick shaft, and I use my other hand to cup his balls before I wrap my lips around the head. I bob my head up and down, and I feel Luka’s hands fiddling with my hair, and the next thing I know, my hair is cascading down my back. He tangles his hand in my hair and starts moving his hips.

I remove my left hand, press my thumb to my palm, and make a fist to stop my gag reflex, a trick social media taught me. I go further down on him, and I can feel him at the back of my throat.

“Hannah,” he groans as he pumps his hips in and out my throat before he pulls out. “You need to breathe, woman.”

I smile up at him. “Can I not please my husband?”

“You always please me. Lie back.”

I scoot backward, and he gets on his knees and takes a finger. He traces the line between my folds softly. When his finger moves to where my clit is, he circles softly, and I can feel it growing more sensitive.

I grip the sheets as he licks my pussy through the fabric of my panties. I picture how see-through they must get when they’re wet from his mouth and my juices. Next, he buries his head between my legs and licks and sucks through the fabric.

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