Page 9 of Knocked-Up Bratva Prisoner

He chuckles.

He’s enjoying this.

I want to push him away and tell him off, but instead of an angry reprimand, my voice breezes from my lips gently. “You’re an asshole, Alexei Dubrov.”

“I’ll be anything you want me to be, little fox.”

My heart beats faster in my chest.

He brushes his cheek against mine, the heat of our skin mingling, making it feel like there is electricity sparking between us.

My entire body feels alive when he finally hovers his lips over mine. But he’s still grinning.

I get sick of his games and grab the back of his neck to pull him into the kiss, but this asshole is so much stronger than me, I can’t even get him to move.

I sigh heavily, a frustrated sound that he seems to enjoy.

Then, just as I am about to shake my head and call this game for what it is—childish and pathetic—Alexei presses his lips against mine and fire ignites in my mouth, running all the way down my spine, straight between my legs.

Heat spreads like a wildfire.

Untamed. Ferocious.

He moves his body in subtle ways against mine.

His hand is roaming over my back, and all I can think of is him. All I can do is get lost in him. I reach up and thread my fingers through his hair, running them over the back of his skull, pulling him deeper against me.

He lifts me into his arms, my back still pressed to the wall, but my legs now wrapped around his waist.

I need to stop this.

This is too much.

This is too intense.

I’m not even slightly in control here.

But I feel him smiling against my mouth again, and now I am smiling, too.

He gently tugs my hair to tilt my head back, and I giggle.

The feel of him so close to me like this is wreaking havoc in my body.

I push gently against his chest, not really wanting to stop, but reality is creeping in, and I know there is someone waiting out there for me.

He lets me slide down, against his body, back to the ground.

He steps ever so slightly away from me with a look in his eyes that screams victory.

I shake my head, looking down to hide the real expression on my face.

I can feel how swollen my lips are.

I can feel how every cell in my body is throbbing to feel more of him.

But I can’t let him see that.

I grin and shake my head again.

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