Page 49 of Forced to Marry the Bratva

“The renovations would be too expensive in a property as old as this one,” Boris dismisses my idea. I don’t mind it as I’ve seen him do this with every other man in this boardroom. He won’t cut me any slack, but for that, I’m grateful.

“Yet, it’s ambitious,” Lev acknowledges, “She’s right about the potential. Rich execs will eat that shit up.”

“And it’s close enough to where the rich folks are. They wouldn’t want to go to Vegas,” I explain. “Too time-consuming.”

“We can include activities for women and kids, for men who wish to bring their families alone,” Boris suggests.

“Better yet, we can make it child-free,” I suggest. “And convert the wives to gambling, too. With the house edge, it’ll double our profits and make up for the couples who don’t show up because their kids aren’t allowed.”

“Brilliant,” Boris grins at the idea, giving me a thumbs up. I feel excited that I managed to bring him on board. I know with time, I can easily get some renovation funding approved along the way.

A chorus of “ayes” fills the room. I duck my head to hide my smile, but it bursts out of me anyway. They support me.

Most of all, Damien and his brothers trust me. For the past month, I’ve been coming in for these meetings regularly. They’ve sided with me when I’ve convinced them of my plans and stood up to me when I’ve missed something. They embrace me as one of their own despite being the only woman in the room, apart from the assistant, of course.

It’s brought out a new confidence I didn’t know I had, and when Damien pulls me into his arms later today, I will show him exactly how much that means.

After the meeting adjourns, I gather my notes and laptop, desire humming under my skin. I already know what’s to come—the same that’s happened after every successful meeting.

When the last of his family files out, Damien closes the door behind them. The click of the lock is soft but definitive. He turns to me, eyes burning, and in two swift strides, he has me pressed against the long mahogany table.

“You drive me fucking crazy,” he growls, fisting a hand in my hair to yank me into a brutal kiss. I moan, helpless under the onslaught of his passion. It steals my breath and my reason until I’m clinging to him, desperate for more.

He nudges my knees apart to stand between them, the hard length of his erection pressed against my pussy. I rock my hips with a gasp, craving the friction we both need.

“We can’t,” I pant between kisses. “Not here.”

“I don’t give a damn.” His lips blaze a trail down my neck, teeth scraping over my pulse point. “I need to be inside you, Gen. Now.”

I whimper at the raw need in his voice, my inner muscles clenching in response. All the reasons this is a terrible idea flee under the urgency of our desire.

“Yes,” I breathe, and it’s all the encouragement he needs.

Damien lifts me onto the table in one smooth motion, fingers deftly unbuttoning my blouse and unzipping my skirt. His gaze scorches over every inch of exposed skin, stoking the flames of my arousal. I am laid bare under the intensity of his possession, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

When he frees himself from his slacks and sinks into me with a groan, I throw my head back in ecstasy.

“Good girl,” he mutters into my ear before giving it a little bite. “I saw how you took those men down; now watch as I take you.”

His words send a thrill down my spine, the primal possessiveness in his voice turning me on even more. I love it when he calls me a good girl only to make me bad. As he thrusts deep, I scream out his name, and he quickly puts his hand on my mouth to quiet me.

I try to bite his hand playfully.

He shakes his head, driving into me even harder, pounding me fast. “I don’t want anyone to hear us,” he growls possessively. “You’re mine and mine alone to enjoy.” He shakes his head toward the door, “To them, you’re untouchable.”

He releases my mouth.

“And to you?” I whisper, feeling thrilled at how jealous he’s getting at the thought of people outside hearing me and imagining things.

“You’re to be ravaged.”

God, the way he wants to possess me turns me on even more.

The thrill of being taken like this, hard and fast and clandestine, is my undoing. “Damien,” I groan. “I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum…” I speak too loudly, unable to control the titillating thrill spreading through my pussy, razing my body.

I begin to tremble, the muscles of my pussy clamping tight around him. He grabs my hips and slams into my body, and in that instant, I shatter around him, his name a cry on my lips, as he finds his own climax deep inside me.

Panting harshly, Damien braces his hands on either side of my hips. He lowers his head to rest against my chest, his heart pounding as wildly as my own.

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