Page 18 of The Bratva's Plus-Size Bride

It was overwhelming and all-consuming, yet I couldn’t get enough.

He had me pinned there against the countertop, and while something in my head was screaming at me to push him back and run away, an even louder part of my mind wanted to do the exact opposite.

It was hungry and greedy, and I couldn’t ignore it, as much as I wanted to. As much as I should’ve.

As my hand slid up his chest and rested there with ease, my slipping resolve crumbled completely, and I gave in to the enticing sensations his lips had to offer.

Letting go of a breathless sigh, Ben returned with a throaty growl, pulling me impossibly close. The brush of friction pulled a hum from me, feeling just as eager.

“I don’t know how you managed to do it so easily,” Ben whispered against my lips as his hands moved up and down my waist, giving me an affectionate squeeze while he left another scorching, drawn-out kiss on my lips. “But you’ll be the death of me.”

Those words, dripping in lust and pure need made a chill race down my spine. A flicker of excitement in my chest made me moan for him as I became more and more addicted to his tongue.

Ben’s hand crept to the nape of my neck, making my skin tingle as his fingers flexed slightly while he sucked in a deep breath and claimed my mouth as his own. My head was spinning from the dizzying pressure of his lips and how he commanded so much from mine. While that haze clouded my thoughts, it also allowed me to shut out everything else that didn’t have to do with the present moment.

I focused solely on the way he guided us into that tempting dance, and how every touch felt far too good to give up.

That small voice inside me—the rational one—was screaming at me to pull back and not give in to him. It wanted me to stand my ground and resist him, to not give him the satisfaction of thinking he had any kind of effect on me.

But he wouldn’t be wrong to assume that, of course.

Ever since the moment I laid eyes on him in that club, I wanted him. The forced marriage got in the way of that attraction, but it still existed anyway. With his body so close, hands holding me firmly, and the way his mouth devoured mine, it was impossible to deny just how badly I needed him, too.

The nonchalant, arrogant, dismissive man I came to know over such a short amount of time seemed to wane as he cradled me like it was the last chance he’d ever have, and he wasn’t willing to let the moment pass him by. The force in his lips and the way he embraced me made me question if I had him all wrong. If deep down, he really was a tender person. If there was more to him than I once assumed.

But none of that mattered the moment his hands started roaming with curiosity—from my waist, my hips, and even brushing against my thighs, making me shudder against him, it was all so effective in weakening me.

It was in my best interest to stay as far away from him as possible, and I knew that, but the moment his knee slipped between my thighs, all reason fled my mind. A whimper escaped me at the sudden rush of friction that made my stomach squirm and had my temperature steadily rising, and I couldn’t stop from gripping his arms to steady myself.

Ben picked up on my reaction and hummed his approval, both kissing me harder and grinding his knee against me, almost like we were two horny teenagers that couldn’t get enough but wouldn’t dare cross that line yet.

Every new spark of pleasure had me feeling like I was about to collapse from how incredible it was, and I relied on the hold he had on my hips to keep me upright.

I sucked in a deep breath as Ben pulled away to press his lips down my neck, kissing and lightly nipping to spread that addictive sensation throughout my system. My eyes closed instinctively as I focused on those affections along with the encouragement of his knee between my legs.

The more I felt, the more I wanted, and I couldn’t resist rolling my hips forward in a bid for another fix. Any inhibitions I might’ve previously had were all gone as I repeated the movement and sighed my contentment while he suckled against my neck.

Ben chuckled, lips ghosting against my skin as he spoke, “You like this, don’t you?”

I shivered at the gruff buzz in his voice—where the deep hunger and desire existed. And even if my cheeks warmed at his question, I didn’t stop moving against him.

Light-headed and desperate for more, I nodded weakly and hummed.

I could’ve sworn I could feel his smirk as it pressed against my neck, and instead of moving his leg forward, he tightened his grip on my hips and pulled me towards him. Using his hands to guide me, he sent wave after wave of delicious pleasure through my system.

By then, I was panting and squirming, eventually muffled as his lips claimed mine again. I melted into the touch and gravitated closer, wondering just how much more I could siphon from him. Even if he wasn’t getting much out of the exchange himself, Ben seemed to take pleasure in watching me squirm against him, as his satisfied humming and muted groans didn’t stop as I ground into his knee.

But as if the last thread had finally snapped, the kiss broke as Ben swooped down and wrapped his arms around the back of my thighs, hoisting me up in his grasp.

I inhaled sharply at the sudden change, yet his lips were on me again so fast I could hardly breathe.

As he carried me out of the kitchen and toward the living room, he melded our mouths together in sloppy kisses as a display of unfettered desperation he wasn’t afraid to show. Even if he was too distracted by the exchange to see where he was going, I didn’t care. I couldn’t get enough either.

From within his arms, I cradled his face and focused wholeheartedly on that kiss, overcome by how right it felt despite it all.

It seemed to spur him on as he hurried over to the couch, falling back into the cushions and automatically dropping me into his lap. Legs straddling him, a shiver ran down my spine as I instinctively wrapped my arms around the back of his neck and continued that heated kiss.

Ben groaned into my mouth with the new proximity as his hands roamed up and down my back until he settled on my hips again, giving them an enthusiastic squeeze.

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