Page 31 of Forced Bratva Bride

She shifts closer to me, and my heart pauses.

She leans over me, and her fingers wrap around my neck.

Then she presses her mouth onto mine, and for the first time, she kisses me.

It is such a gentle gesture, and her kiss is so slow and intimate, that I can barely focus on anything else.

I slide my hands over her body and pull her onto my lap. She straddles me, and her kiss becomes more heated.

My body is ready to erupt, desperate to have her as I taste the sweetness of the wine on her lips. I run my fingers through her long hair and pull her head back, trailing kisses over her neck. She sighs softly and presses her hips against me. My cock responds instantly, growing hard against her, so she rocks her hips back and forth, teasing me to the edge of sanity.

Her lips return to mine and her fingers run up the back of my head, sending shivers down my spine. I grab her ass and lift myself against her. All I want to do is tear her clothes off and fuck her in the back seat of the car.

She giggles, and her soft laugh is so sexy, playful and naughty.

The more intense the moment becomes, the more I feel guilty about the fact that she's had a few glasses of wine.

I know she isn’t drunk, but how can I know for sure that she really wants this?

All the way home we play with each other, getting closer to doing something I don’t want to force on her. It's becoming more impossible to control myself, and I need to. I need to stop this.

The driver stops outside the house, and it's the moment I desperately need in order to pull myself together.

We adjust our clothing and climb out of the car. Chiara grins at me and wraps her fingers through mine as we walk towards the front door.

Inside the house, my minds screams, telling me to take her. To do whatever I want with her—that she wants me, too.

But I can’t.

I pause in the hallway, and she turns to look at me. Her eyes narrow, unsure about why I've stopped.

“Chiara.” I swallow hard.

“Mm?”

“I know you have had a few glasses of wine tonight, and as much I would love to—I want to be with you, but I don’t want to take advantage of you. When we're together again, I want to know that it's because you want it as much as I do. I don’t want you to wake up in the morning and regret it or kick me out of the room as soon as it's over.”

Her eyes lock into mine, watching me closely for what feels like the longest time.

Then she nods, seeming to understand how I feel.

“I think it's best if you go to your own bedroom alone, for tonight,” I say with regret.

She nods again, and her fingers slip out of my hand. I can see the disappointment on her face.

But I can’t just let her walk away like that. Not after the most amazing evening. So I reach out and pull her back toward me, pressing her against my body, and kiss her again. Slowly, sweetly, with no other intentions behind it.

When the kiss ends, I whisper against her ear, “I had the most amazing night tonight. I hope you sleep well, and I will definitely be dreaming of you.”

The smile on her beautiful face imprints in my mind, and when she turns towards her own bedroom, I can see she is still smiling, and I feel good about my decision not to follow her.

I watch her, until she is out of sight, then I make my way to my own bed.

My body is aching for her. I have no idea how I managed to gather enough strength to not be with her tonight, but I also know that I want to do things right.

I climb into bed, without showering, because I can still smell her on my skin, and I don’t want to lose that. I feel like we've made a breakthrough somehow. I am not even sure how it happened, but I feel so close to her, like I am really seeing her for the first time.

I toss and turn, as my mind taunts me with the idea of going to her room.

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