Page 20 of Arranged Marriage By the Bratva

“Don’t play stupid, Nikk,” she volleys in a condescending tone.

“No, no, you mistake me. I’m honestly curious as to where you saw me.” Puzzled by her outburst, I wait for the finer details.

“You with that bimbo model,” she cuts back at me, and the slow crawl of a smile graces my face. Yet another sweet victory.

I turn my viselike grip on her ankle into a soothing caress, my hand tempted to wander up under her dress. “Ah, where did you see this? Are you spying on me, Elena?” I demand, a dark glint in my eye.

“No, I don’t need to spy on you; it’s splashed everywhere in the tabloids.”

“Ah, so you were spying?” God, I love the fire in her eyes. This is what I want. Veronica doesn’t compare to her.

“No. I don’t want to spy on you! You’re so arrogant! You don’t want me to see other people during our marriage, yet you’re out here making a fool out of me with another woman! You betray me with your disloyalty!” she yells, her voice straining as she kicks out at my thigh. I bite my lower lip with a chuckle knowing I should have kept my grip on her leg.

“That’s the last time you kick me like that, otherwise…,” I trail off with the swift warning as she glares at me, her hot Italian temper flaring as I join her face-to-face.

“Otherwise, what?” she asks with a snarl, our breaths of fury hitting each other’s face. “You can’t just do whatever—” Time stops and so does her speech. My passion overrides into carnal takeover as my mouth collapses onto hers, the scorching fire between us too unbearable to ignore. I prize her spicy mouth open, and she doesn’t resist as our tongues glide over one another.

I don’t let her up for air, no, she has to suffer like I have the whole day thinking about her and all the ways I want to make her moan. She pushes a hand into my chest with enough force for my eyes to fly open.

Scoffing, I touch my mouth, but grip her bicep, my cock full mast. The L’vitsa has my full attention. Confused, but excited, she swipes her mouth violently. “Why?”

I close the small gap she tried to create, grabbing her waist and slamming my hard-on into her thigh as she gasps, and I nip at her earlobe. “You were talking too much, and it’s a good thing I know how to shut you up now.”

“Fuck off,” she orders as I take her mouth again, gripping a nice handful of her ass. She moans, leaning her head back as I lick her neck.

“Why do you pretend you don’t want me as much as you do?” I question, removing her ribbed tee, pulling it over her head.

“You irritate me,” she tosses back as I kiss her neck, drawing her down on top of me on the couch.

“And you turn me on,” I growl. “Get on top this time. I’m going to teach you how to ride this cock,” I growl again, her body shuddering, her eyes opening wide. She doesn’t speak, mirroring my actions, deftly unbuttoning my shirt, her hands roaming everywhere.

“Shut up and drop your pants,” she replies, issuing a command of her own and biting down on her lip.

Grinning, I slide her skirt down easily, changing the play of the game. “Why don’t you take them off for me?”

She hesitates for a second at the challenge I’ve set for her but quickly catches on, dragging my pants down, along with my underwear, giggling along the way. She’s opening parts of me that I’ve never experienced, and it’s scary for a man like me to feel. I fear weakness, and that’s the last thing I need to be with a Mancini.

But now I’m caught up, anticipating the taste of her sweet nectar, and it’s too late. All I can think about is being buried deep inside her. My thick hard-on glistens while I watch her awestruck eyes travel to it, licking her lips. Soon, I will have her mouth fixed around it, but for now, it’s time for Elena to learn new tricks.

“You’re so big, I don’t know how you fit,” she remarks candidly, and I stop for a moment, captivated by her beauty.

“Your pussy is a perfect fit, don’t worry. Take everything off so I can see just how perfect you are. I don’t know how you get away with being so fucking sexy,” I coax, a thickness coating my voice.

Elena’s dark hair hangs over her breasts, and she looks like a goddess to me, and it’s dangerous because she’s more like a dormant siren, and I’m only making it worse for myself.

Elena smiles as if understanding more of her power, and I wish I could take it back. She straddles me without me telling her, dropping her body down on top of me, her French tipped nails splayed over my stomach.

She glides like water over my cock—she’s already soaking wet, moaning as I help her by holding her hips in place. “Good?” she asks, her waterfall mane of mahogany locks hanging in front of her breasts. She’s ripping me apart, and I swear she knows.

“Whatever you want, L’vitsa. And I’m yours. I don’t want her. I’m with no one as long as we’re married.” I offer myself up to her as her motion increases, her flesh slapping against mine.

“Promise?” she asks, grinding harder as I speed her up, caressing her breasts as she arches in pleasure.

“I promise. You are too beautiful,” I croak, the combustible heat between us escalating, sweat sliding between her breasts. Fingering her clit, I circle it, her mouth dropping open. I work harder, bucking up against her, her breasts bouncing to the rhythm.

Elena in motion is a heady sight, and I know she’s close to the brink when she balls her fist up on my chest. “Oh my—”

“Come, Elena, yes, come! Fucking come,” I grit out as I feel her body cave in, her pussy clenching in around my cock, the sensation having a domino effect as our bodies collide.

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