Page 86 of The Bratva King's Claimed Bride

“I am more than up for a challenge,” she says after she swallows her food. She sips her wine and nods. “I’m not scared.”

“I doubt there are many things that scare you,” I say. “Though it will be interesting to see how you get along with Yulia.”

We spend the rest of the evening chit-chatting, and then when dinner is done and we’ve had coffee, I smile and excuse us from the party, thanking Mama Milov again for taking care of Peter so that Arina and I can have a night alone.

Arina snuggles up to me on the car ride back, her hand resting on my chest.

“Don’t tell me you’re tired,” I tease her, kissing her head. “I plan on keeping you up all night.”

“Oh, I have plans of my own,” she says with a grin. “Best you be careful, husband.”

“Wife,” I say. “Best you behave, or I’ll spank you.”

“There will definitely be spanking tonight,” she murmurs. She looks up to kiss me, and as she does, her hand drops to cup the bulge in my pants. I grunt into her mouth, but she pulls her hand away quickly, giggling.

“You’re evil. I always knew it,” I say, adjusting my pants.

“We’re almost home. Then you can be free… well, I say free…” She grins. “There may be something left on the bed for you that I laid out before we left.”

“Is that why you were taking so long?” I ask.

We pull up to the house, and she gets out, waits for me, then takes my hand and drags me into the house. I follow her, and the tightness in my pants is a clear expression of my excitement.

As we reach the top of the stairs, I pull her back and press her against the wall, grinding against her as I kiss her.

She runs her tongue over mine and then breaks the kiss. I attack her neck as she groans. “Igor, the bedroom.”

“What’s so important about the bedroom?” I grumble against her neck, nipping the skin. She slips under my arm and walks backward.

“Come with me,” she says, curling her finger for me to follow her.

I smile and undo my tie, tossing it aside. I shrug off my suit jacket, and as I walk into the bedroom, I throw it on the armchair.

There are sprinkles of rose petals on the bed and I smile down at her. “Rather romantic of you?”

“I want soft and sensual,” she whispers, leaning up to kiss me again.

I break the kiss, “that can be arranged.”

“Be gentle,” she murmurs as she pulls me towards the bed.

“Always, my love,” I murmur against her lips.

I kiss her deeply and reach for the hem of her shirt. I tug at it and pull it up over her head and off. She’s wearing the red lacy bra I love so much.

I reach up and fondle her breasts delicately.

“Hmmm.” She tips her head back and I attack her neck in kisses.

I break the kiss and she lazily starts to unbutton my shirt.

“Arina,” I breathe, “You’re teasing.”

“Can a woman not tease her husband?” She asks, kissing my chest softly. She kisses further down along my abdomen until she sinks to her knees.

I lick my lips as she reaches up and unzips my pants, dropping them to the floor. My cock is already erect and waiting for her, straining in my briefs.

She leans forward and kisses the shaft through the fabric softly, over and over again, as she makes her way towards the tip.

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