Page 23 of The Bratva's Forced Innocent Bride

His hands slid down my body to cup my backside, tilting my hips against his stiff bulge. I gasped, then pushed harder, making him moan into my mouth. I was trying to run away from this?

Yes, yes, I was. He stole my phone and, messaged my best friend with lies, told my boss I was quitting. I was every bit a prisoner here as I was at Luca’s, albeit I was perfectly safe here. Or, was I? Why was I twisting my leg around his hip to pull that hard heat even closer to me? Why was I tugging on his hair and eagerly opening my mouth to him?

I shoved back, telling myself I hated his guts. No, I really did. He was trying to ruin my life, stealing my future that was already as tenuous as a house of cards if I couldn’t get to a phone to explain things.

Despite my apparent fury, he yanked me up against his chest again, his mouth crashing down on mine. I clenched my fists in the fabric of his shirt, first pushing, then pulling, at war with myself as much as with him.

“Brooke,” he said, his breath hot against my neck as he kissed down the side of my throat. “Holy fucking hell.”

I groaned, shoving and grabbing at the same time. He was turning me upside down, so attracted to him, so alive under the feel of his hands all over me that I was going crazy. Not just with lust but with anger and confusion. I wanted to hit him almost as much as I wanted to keep kissing him,

His hands tore through my shirt to reveal my bra, the lacy new one I’d worn to my wedding. Oh God, my wedding. His eyes darkened to onyx as he swept them over me, landing on my face. He grinned slightly before picking me up again and carrying me toward the stairs.

In his bedroom, he had me pinned against the door the moment he slammed it shut behind us. With one hand next to my head, the other roamed down my front, easily snapping open the bra. Cool air hit my breasts, instantly warmed by his palm and the soft growl that rose in his throat as he teased my nipples to tight peaks.

No, this wasn’t right. What was I doing? Fifteen minutes ago, I was trying to escape. Now, I was locking my own cage door by delighting in every wicked sensation he was dragging out of me. My hands came up to block his, pressing against his chest. Push or pull? I was frozen in place, and sensing my resistance, he stopped, leaning back to look down at me.

His hair was standing up in places from where I’d dragged my fingers through it, but it did nothing to make him look less imposing or less brutally gorgeous. His lips were swollen, and his dark eyes raked over me before he took a step back.

I nearly sagged to the floor without his hard heat to keep me upright. His brow lifted as he watched me struggle to catch my breath.

“If you want me to stop, tell me. I’ll stop.”

A glance down showed me how much he wanted me, and even though I could see his desire, not just in his body but his eyes, I would have been in much worse shape than him if he stopped. I honestly couldn’t stand the man at that moment and wanted to slap him so hard my hand would break. How dare he suggest such a thing at a time like that? I’d never been so overwhelmed with need.

“Don’t you dare,” I said, voice shaking as much as my knees. “Don’t you fucking dare stop.”

“That’s my girl,” he said, picking me up and carrying me to the bed.

“Wait,” I squeaked, grabbing his shoulder as he kissed down my front. He looked up expectantly, and I closed my eyes, my body throbbing for his touch. “Just maybe go a little slow. Um, I’m a virgin.”

I peeked to see his eyes flare with fresh lust. His fingers curled into my sides as he slowly eased my shorts down my legs.

“Nice and slow,” he promised, kissing my belly and then the lacy edge of my panties. “God, I’ve been wondering how delicious you taste.”

What did he mean by that? The panties were suddenly gone, swept down my thighs, and tossed aside. Max plunged his face between my legs, holding tight to my hips. I jerked as his tongue brushed my most sensitive places, licking me in long strokes, then teasing my tender nub as I twisted under his grip.

“Let yourself go,” he urged, pausing so that I nearly cried out in agony. “Do you like this?”

“So much,” I admitted, my teeth clamped together. “So much.”

He smiled and resumed driving me to the brink. What was happening? I was in no way, shape, or form, in control. And yet, I was loving every second of what he was doing to me. Squeezing his shoulders, pulling on his hair, and grabbing handfuls of the covers, I arched my back and gyrated along to his expert tongue.

“Hurry, my little monkey, hurry up and come for me,” he urged.

“Monkey?” I wanted to be offended, but everything felt way too good.

“Climbing trees,” he reminded me. “Swinging from branches. Now be a good little one and do what I say.”

“I don’t—” My plea was cut off as he pushed his tongue deep inside me, and tremors wracked through my body from my toes to my hairline.

Shuddering, I turned my head to bite down on the nearest pillow, but I heard him urging me to cry out. “Let me hear how much you like it.”

I shouted, squeezing my legs around his head, trying to draw out that heavenly feeling. He laughed, kissing my thigh and pulling himself up to lean over me. Before I had fully recovered, his fingers were where his mouth had been, delving into my slick heat, stretching me until I gasped.

His eyes never left mine, and despite my burning cheeks, I couldn’t look away. His unspoken command was law, and I bit my lip as he eased his fingers in and out. I finally glanced down at the thick bulge straining against his pants. There was no hiding how huge he was in the sweatpants, and I timidly reached for the drawstring.

As soon as I felt that steely rod jolt against the tips of my fingers, I grew bolder, tugging the string until it was loose and I could slip my hand around his smooth shaft. Now it was my turn to watch his eyes roll back in his head as I eased my palm up and down, breathing harder as I felt the moisture on my fingers as I stroked across the tip.

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