Page 44 of Captured By the Bratva

She notices, her eyes flicking down for a moment, and then she looks back up at me with a knowing smirk. “You like this, don’t you? You like a stubborn woman.”

I grit my teeth, refusing to give her the satisfaction. “No, I don’t.”

She laughs softly, the sound both mocking and seductive. “Liar.”

I close the distance between us, my body almost pressing against hers. “This isn’t a joke, Violet. This is serious.”

Her breath catches, and for a moment, the argument dims. Her eyes lock on to mine, and I can see the same mix of anger and desire mirrored in her gaze.

“You drive me crazy,” I mutter, my voice low and rough.

“Good,” she shoots back, her lips curling into a challenging smile. “Because you’re not exactly a walk in the park either.”

We stand there, the heat between us almost unbearable. My hand twitches, aching to reach out and pull her against me, but I hold back, the conflict raging inside me. She’s infuriating, impossible, and yet I can’t deny the magnetic pull I feel toward her.

The silence stretches, the charged moment hanging between us. Finally, I take a step back, trying to regain some semblance of control. “We’ll talk more about this tomorrow,” I say, my voice strained.

She nods, still watching me with that infuriating, captivating look. “Fine. Tomorrow.”

Just as she turns to leave, I feel a surge of urgency. There’s one last thing I need to say, something she needs to hear. “Violet,” I call out, my voice firm and commanding.

She stops, turning back to face me, her eyes still blazing with defiance. “What now?”

I take a step closer, my gaze locked on to hers. “You need to start trusting me, or this will end badly. You can’t keep fighting me on everything.”

Her jaw tightens, and I can see the stubbornness flaring up again. “I don’t—”

Before she can finish, I close the distance between us, grabbing her by the hips and pulling her against me. I crush my lips to hers in a rough, demanding kiss, all the pent-up frustration and desire pouring out in that single, desperate moment. She drives me mad, infuriates me, and yet, I can’t seem to get enough of her.

For a moment, she resists, her hands pushing against my chest. Then, just as suddenly, she gives in, her body melting against mine. Her hands slide up to grip my shoulders, and she kisses me back with equal fervor, her defiance transforming into raw, unbridled passion.

I deepen the kiss, my hands tightening on her hips, pulling her even closer. She tastes like wine and fire, intoxicating and fierce. Her tongue meets mine, and the kiss becomes a battle of wills, a clash of desire and dominance.

When we finally pull back, we’re both breathing hard, our foreheads pressed together. “Sometimes I think you do this on purpose,” I mutter, my voice rough with need.

She shakes her head, her eyes dark with desire. “You’re insane.”

I push her onto the sofa, my body following hers, pinning her beneath me. “Maybe I am. You drive me to it.”

Her hands are on my shirt, tugging it off, and I help her, pulling it over my head and tossing it aside. She’s already unbuttoning my pants, her fingers deft and impatient. I pull her top off, revealing the smooth, bare skin beneath, and my breath catches at the sight of her.

“Kirill,” she breathes, her voice a mix of frustration and longing.

I lower myself onto her, capturing her lips in another searing kiss. My hands roam her body, exploring every curve, every inch of skin. Her nails dig into my back, urging me on, and I can feel the intensity of her desire matching my own.

We move in a frenzy, stripping away the remaining barriers between us. Her pants are gone, my trousers follow, and then there’s nothing but skin on skin, heat and hunger. I pause for a moment, looking down at her, the wildness in her eyes reflecting my own.

“You drive me crazy,” I murmur, my voice a low growl.

“Good,” she replies, her voice breathless and daring. “Now shut up and show me how crazy.”

I comply, my mouth trailing down her neck, over her collarbone, to the swell of her breasts. She arches beneath me, her body a perfect blend of softness and strength. I take her nipple into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue, and she gasps, her hands tangling in my hair.

The sounds she makes drive me wild, and I move lower, my mouth exploring her body, leaving a trail of kisses down her stomach. When I reach the apex of her thighs, I pause, looking up at her, my eyes dark with intent.

“Kirill, please,” she whispers, her voice trembling with need.

I give her what she wants, my mouth claiming her pussy in a way that makes her cry out. Her hips lift, seeking more, and I oblige, my tongue and fingers working in tandem to bring her to the edge. She’s wild beneath me, her body writhing, her breaths coming in ragged gasps.

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