Page 28 of The Bratva's Forced Bride

He brushed his tongue over my lips, and then I felt it. A deep, pulsing heat grew between the two of us.

“You are curious. You want me as much as I want you, don’t you?”

His head was dipped, his breath fanned over my neck, and his lips were close to my ear causing a shiver to roll over me.

“You can leave, mi preciosa [my beautiful].” He went on, “If that’s what you want.”

This was insanity.

The sudden desire to press myself against him until the hardness of his length brushed against my stomach, like in the change room; the burning ache that spread, urging, and tempting me to remove the towel from his waist and feast on what lay beneath, robbed me of all rational thought.

Addison, be reasonable.

But I didn’t want to be.

The constant throbbing in my sex, the need to have him buried inside me, or how badly I wanted to kiss him. None of it made sense, but that was all I needed to reaffirm my decision,

“I don’t want to go.”

As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I felt my feet being lifted off the ground and my legs dangling in the air before they went around his waist.

I opened my mouth, but only a puff of air came out as he slammed my back against the door and wrapped my hair around his fist. He tugged on it until it hurt, but even the pain gave me pleasure.

His blue irises were dark and penetrating, pinning me with a fierce need. “I should warn you, hermosa, I don’t make love. I fuck. And I fuck hard.”

“Okay.” I puffed out.

The five o’clock shadow Mark sported scraped my neck as his mouth traveled to my shoulder and he hissed, “Okay, what?”

I groaned. “Okay, fuck me.”

His wicked smile sent me on a path of no return. “With pleasure,” was all he said before capturing my lips with his powerful, oxygen-sapping kisses.

I gasped for air between each kiss and cried, “God …”

But he didn’t like that. He wanted to hear his name. He wanted to know that he was the one who made my head swim with carnal desire.

He bit my lips and dug his blunt nails into my ass. He was Rough. Angry. But I didn’t want him to stop. I kissed him back but got lost in the battle when his tongue took over.

He jammed his hips forward, spun us around, and dropped me onto the bed with a long stride.

“Mi preciosa,” he growled.

Wedged between his knees, he looked at me with such sensual ferocity that should have scared me, but instead excited me beyond measure.

I had never felt so desired before. Wanted. Sexy.

His large and dangerous hands grabbed the V-neck of my silky nightdress and before I could blink, the sound of ripping fabric echoed through the room and a cool breeze hit my skin.

Mark’s hot gaze slid over my skin and my nipples tightened as his eyes lingered there. The commanding pressure of his hands on my thighs released even more heat, igniting my awareness of my exposed naked body.

The corners of his mouth tipped up into a cocky smile. “You came ready for me, hermosa. I’m gonna fucking own you.”

My lips parted to protest and say that I had never planned this. But the words didn’t come out. His mouth traveled down my throat, sucking, and biting before taking a nipple into his warm mouth.

My head fell back, as I relished in the pure bliss.

I leaned back on my arms and watched as he unwrapped the towel. He tossed it on the floor, and I gawked at his erection. Long, thick, and veiny.

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