Page 7 of The Bratva King's Pregnant Bride

How could I not? He looked like a Greek god—dark green eyes framed by long, dark lashes that made those eyes glimmer and made me jealous at the same time, a chiseled jaw, faintly shadowed with stubble that somehow only made him even sexier. His high cheekbones framed his handsome face in a regal way, such that his already-striking features became even more intimidating—yes, that was the word: He had a masculine beauty that was intimidating.

But I’d come out tonight to break out of my comfort zone—I wanted to handle that challenge. It was only for tonight, after all.

“You’re staring a hole in my face, little mouse,” Dominik drawled, and I blinked at his side profile—a view just as striking as the front.

“You wouldn’t know if you hadn’t looking at me, too,” I countered, and he chuckled, the throaty sound throwing my stomach into upheaval.

“I can feel your stare, little mouse,” he continued, and my brow twitched again. “Do you realize what you’re doing?”

‘Little mouse’? Was that how he saw me? My brain couldn’t decide whether to feel offended, but my body had already made its choice. My heart stuttered at the sound of the pet name, and I felt my cheeks grow warm.

Before I could say anything else, Dominik’s phone rang, and he answered it after a prolonged moment of staring at me.

He was speaking—in Russian, I thought. Probably a business call. Then he looked toward the window.

He was engaged in a serious conversation, or maybe he was just trying to impress me. After the brief exchange, he ended the call and put his phone away.

I didn’t want to ask what the call was about. It was his business; if he wanted to, he would tell me what it was about.

Dominik looked at me, smiled, and said, “Well, little mouse. Looks like I’ve got the night off.”

I raised a brow. “That’s quite convenient.”

The corners of his mouth curled slightly upward. “It is.”

We continued in silence for another ten minutes before the car pulled to the side of the road.

I looked over to a see a luxurious hotel. This place probably cost an arm and a leg—who wouldn’t want to be here? It would make a wonderful retreat. We could relax, unwind a little. Just the two of us… Dominik and me.

He reached for my hand, and I let him take it, hoping to hell my palm wasn’t sweaty. As soon as we got out of the car, it moved off, and we walked into the hotel.

Dominik led me through the space like he owned the place. He didn’t go to the front desk or wait in the lobby like everyone else. We went straight to what appeared to be a private elevator: It was guarded by two men in suits.

They nodded respectfully when they saw Dominik, and one of them pushed a button. The door slid open with a ding, and we both got in.

The moment the door slid shut, Dominik turned and captured my mouth beneath his own with a fervor that stole my breath. I didn’t stop him but, instead, responded with the same passion, wanting more than anything to just melt into him.

I wanted to forget about my dreams, my goals, troubles, and the stress of my life. All I cared about now was being with this handsome stranger, having him fuck me. Nothing else mattered, or even existed—no worries, no responsibilities, none of those other meaningless things. Just sex and the simple pleasure of being in the company of someone I’d chosen.

Dominik continued kissing me, his hands roaming my body, sliding under my dress to find my bare skin. I shivered, moaning. He started unbuttoning his shirt, untucking it from his waist. I felt the cool air on my chest, and the warmth of his half-naked body touched mine. The hard muscles beneath his skin, rubbing against me, sent chills down my spine. Suddenly, Dominik stopped moving, and he whispered gruffly, “I will not stop now.”

Even though my heart pounded in my throat and my stomach trembled, I nodded. My breath caught in my throat as his lips descended on mine once again. His kisses became aggressive—more demanding.

His tongue stroked my lip. Slowly, it penetrated my mouth. I parted my lips, allowing his tongue to tangle with mine. His kiss intensified into something even more intense. Then, he pulled away briefly, causing me to whimper. As cool air hit my flushed cheeks, my nipples hardened in an instant. My breathing grew shallow, my hips rocking back and forth involuntarily. I moaned as Dominik took hold of my hips again.

Suddenly, the door of the elevator glided open, and I blinked as we stepped out into a spacious, well-lit room. Mirrors lined the walls, along with sketches and several paintings; they all looked expensive. Two couches faced each other in the center of the room, and a king-size bed sat against the far wall.

Dominik guided me to a couch and sat beside me, holding me tightly. He ran his fingers through my hair as we kissed hungrily, his talented tongue taking my breath away.

My hands trailed along his chest and neck, feeling the warmth of the skin under my fingertips, enjoying the sensation and smell of his delicious musk as he caressed me with his hands.

I moaned softly as he unzipped my dress.

I took a deep breath, taking in the sight of him. He still wore his white shirt, though it lay open, half-revealing his broad chest, which was completely covered with tattoos. My heart leapt into my throat, and I lifted my hands to push the shirt completely off. My eyes widened to see that his arms were decorated, too; powerful muscles and beautifully shaped tattoos of snakes, bears, tigers, dogs, lions, birds, fish, and butterflies. As he watched me take in his gorgeous, tattooed body, the satisfied look on his face told me he was enjoying my reaction.

He leaned over and reach around me to undo my bra. His lips hovered tantalizingly near mine, and he whispered something in Russian, then switched back to English. “Maya, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. You’re like a dream.”

I grabbed his face and kissed him deeply.

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