Page 26 of The Bratva King's Twins

I wanted her, and that was no secret to me. But I had been holding back ever since I brought her back to the house for her sake, and I could feel that resolve started to weaken.

When I didn’t say anything in return as I took in her beautiful features, tight with anger, she continued her rant, but I could only focus on how much I wanted to feel her. To hold my wife like any good husband should.

“I’m not asking for much, just something—”

Cutting her off, I connected my lips to hers, unable to resist that temptation anymore.

Vivian froze at the contact, surprised by the interruption. But as the kiss lingered and I hooked a finger under her chin, she seemed to melt into my touch. She let go of a breathless sound that sent shivers down my spine.

It was the relief and encouragement I needed to keep going as I finally gave in to the deepest desires I kept locked away inside me.

Chapter 12 - Vivian

Whatever was left of my anger dissolved as Ari held my jaw in his hands and deepened the kiss, moving like he couldn’t believe how it felt either.

The words he interrupted completely left my mind, along with whatever else I planned on saying. At that moment, none of it seemed to matter, and I could only focus on the flickers of pleasure that moved through me as his lips caressed mine.

Finally, that curiosity of mine had been answered, and I wasn’t disappointed by what I found out.

It felt incredible to kiss him, somewhat to my dismay.

That sensation alone made it nearly impossible for me to hate him, even if something in me wanted to try and hold on to that sentiment.

His skin against mine made me long for more of that contact, and to never find myself without it again.

I didn’t know what had come over me, but I knew it was too addictive to give up.

Ari let out a content breath as he leaned even closer, forcing my back against the countertop as he kissed me so roughly I nearly fell off the stool. He caught me, chuckling as he slipped his arms underneath my legs, hoisted me up, and propped me up on the island.

My stomach flipped at the swift movement, amazed by the sheer strength that seemed so casual to him.

But the thought faded as he slipped between my legs and held my waist, too eager to give either of us a break from those fiery kisses. Not that I wanted him to, anyway.

My heart raced at the feeling of his hands against me, soaking in his warmth and how strangely comforting it was to know his touch after cohabitating with him for weeks.

Testing the waters as that curiosity claimed me, I put a hand against his chest and dragged my fingertips down the front of him, in awe of the sheer wall of muscle he possessed. I felt every ridge and bump, noting just how strong his abdomen felt.

Ari hummed into my mouth as he pulled my bottom lip between his teeth, biting down just enough to make me squirm.

My skin felt like it was on fire all the while he teased me, exploring my body with his hands without really doing much about it, much to my frustration.

But the moment he pulled back and dipped down to kiss my neck, I couldn’t stop my eyes from closing as I took it all in. Those touches felt even more erotic as he occasionally dragged his teeth against my skin in between each one, making me shiver beneath him.

I wasn’t good at hiding how greatly he affected me, or how badly I needed him, and while it was vaguely embarrassing, I could tell Ari didn’t mind for even a second. Every time I let go of a breathy moan or squirmed from how intense his touch was, he’d chuckle or hum his amusement against my skin, only stoking that desire growing within me.

“I know we didn’t start off on the right foot,” Ari murmured against my collarbone as he pressed a final kiss there before stepping back enough to get a better look at me. He towered over me as he reached for the zipper on my hoodie and slowly pulled it down, revealing the black bralette I wore underneath it. His eyes darkened. “But if you’ll let me, I can try and make it up to you.”

His words sucked all the moisture from my mouth, forcing me to swallow back the lump in my throat. Color moved into my cheeks and every fiber of my being wanted to know what he had in mind.

His fingers reached for the slouchy sweatpants that hung from my hips, letting them tease the skin beneath the waistband. “Would you like that?”

My ears burned as he looked down at me with that suggestive haze in his eyes, matching the lust festering within me, too. I nodded sheepishly, too embarrassed to say anything else.

“Come on now,” Ari murmured, freeing one of his hands to tilt my chin up, forcing me to lock eyes with him. “Use your words, sweetheart.”

Swallowing again, it took all the courage I had within me to say anything, recalling how I had no trouble fighting him earlier. Those words had come from a place of anger and passion, but as I sat there perched on the countertop, needy for whatever he had to offer to the point of almost feeling ashamed about it, it felt impossible to form them.

“Yes, please,” I managed, unable to escape the blazing heat from moving through my skin.

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