Page 15 of Arranged Marriage By the Bratva

“How wonderful,” I say, sipping my champagne and circulating with Nikk, and by every handshake and fake smile between us, you wouldn’t know from the outside that we are enemies by blood. As the drinks flow, I loosen up, and so does Nikk.

I’m buzzed from the bubbles, and as Nikk and I stand at the table, his gaze travels down the length of my body, unnerving me. “I will take you home; you don’t have to take the town car. We should leave. Now.”

“Umm, okay,” I say meekly, which is not my usual smart-aleck response, but I don’t want to rock the boat, so it’s time to leave. “Let me say my goodbyes.”

“No problem.” Nikk and I say goodbye to everyone, the trip back silent, filled with noise from the radio. There’s an unexplainable tension hanging in the air that has me fidgeting in my seat. Nikk’s sneaky glances all the way home aren’t helping either, and by the time we reach home and enter the bedroom, I don’t exactly know how to handle it.

My first thought is to get a shower, and just pretend to watch TV in the living room so I can process this growing band of feelings, but Nikk’s close proximity to me is snatching all the oxygen out of the room.

As my head pounds with a blood rush, I lick my lips, his hands flexing in and out.

Danger. Danger. He’s hotter than ever, and the taboo attraction I have to him is growing on the daily.

He’s more experienced than you. He’s going to eat you alive. You’re in over your head. I hear the whir of thoughts cascading through me, but I’m not sure what to do about them, so I stand rooted to the middle of the expansive bedroom, staring at him.

“Don’t do that,” he warns, his voice cracking, his cold eyes providing an evocative chill as goose bumps rise on my arms.

Baffled, I blink rapidly at him. “Do what?” I hate myself at the moment for the strangled distortion of my words, coming out like a scared little mouse, but this is the grip Nikk is slowly forming on me.

“You know what you’re doing,” he claims with a whisper, his towering presence bringing a fiery heat that cannot be denied towards me.

“No, I don’t, Nikk. What am I doing?”

His eyes descend to my bronzed cleavage as he inhales sharply, stealing my breath along the way. I don’t want to lust after Nikk, but somehow, a spool of desire is gathering between my thighs, and it has me weak.

“You look stunning, and you’re making things hard for me in more ways than one,” he admits in a sexy growl, his face close enough to reach mine. A fast rush of heat blooms on my cheeks, my heart beating in syncopated rhythm. Flustered, my eyes dart around, my weakness for him completely and utterly exposed.

Taken aback, and inexperienced, I step back to give myself breathing room from his intensity, but instead I almost trip, my feet tangling themselves up. Nikk’s reflexes kick in as his strong hands dig into my arm, catching me and reeling me in sharply to his hard chest.

“Shit, sorry,” I rush out.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Could he be any more irresistible? Inertia holds me in place as my breath hitches, our eyes locking in mutual admiration while Nikk’s eyes center on my glossy mouth.

“It’s fine, Elena,” he coaxes in a hoarse voice. “I wouldn’t let you fall.” I can barely hear his words as his grip loosens, his hands drifting to the curves of my tight waist. God. This is happening.

His head inches down as his roguish mouth finds my swollen lips. I’m surprised by the tender taste of his sinful lips grazing against mine. If melting into a puddle were an option that’s where I would be, and that’s scary enough to fathom. Powerless to stop my lust from overriding my common sense, the tip of his tongue eases into my parted mouth.

There’s no way in hell I’m falling for an Orlov, but Nikk’s mouth and manipulative grip begs for deeper entry, his passion drawing out my cloaked desire. Yes. I want him to take me. Yes. Nikk. I want this man. Where is this coming from? My returned urgency only spurs him on, my hands snaking around the back of his neck, the blaze between us morphing into a small forest fire of heat.

I don’t want him to draw back, but when he does, I find myself gasping for air, and so is he. I don’t know how I end up on the bed, but I find myself on my back, weighted underneath him.

“Elena,” he expresses, tortured desire riding over his face. His lips bruise mine once more, prizing my mouth open wider, and I groan, the thickness of his erection digging into my thigh.

I’m both thrilled and nervous, but there’s no turning back now. I watch in awe, catching my breath as Nikk unbuttons his navy-blue collared shirt, his thick chiseled chest, full of violent history and stories staring back at me.

“Wow.” Softly the words I willed to stay in my head seep out as Nikk pulls down the straps of my dress, revealing my bra. My chest heaves in and out as I anticipate his next move, excited by what he’s about to do next.

“Elena. Fuck! You’re so beautiful, I don’t think I can hold myself back from you,” he confesses, his wolfish hunger turning me on.

Choked up words exist in my throat, my body throbbing as his lips scorch the nape of my neck, traveling to my collarbone. His fingers reach, unsnapping my bra, my breasts springing free. His tongue teases a trail over my pebbled buds as I arch my back wanting more.

“Please be gentle, Nikk,” I request as he lifts his head, his carnal desire etched on his face.

“I’ll try.” His tongue returns to my breast as he cups it greedily, his tongue flicking relentlessly back and forth, my pussy soaking wet. I can barely stand all the sensations as he claims my neglected breast. Squirming, I wriggle as he rips the dress down, grunting and turfing it to the corner.

Without warning, my bottom half is bare, exposed to the air, and to Nikk. This isn’t supposed to be…. Does he think I’m okay? I can’t read his mind, but as his mouth salivates, I can guess.

“Fucking beautiful, Elena, and the perfect entry for my cock. Don’t tense, let me take you on a ride,” he offers.

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