Page 24 of The Bratva's Forced Innocent Bride

“You want me,” I whispered. He really did.

“You have no idea,” he told me in a low growl. He was still Max but wilder now, almost like he’d been set free. “Let me show you.”

“Yes,” I urged, grabbing his face with my free hand and kissing him hungrily. I needed more, everything he had to give. Every last inch of what was in my hand. “Yes, please.”

Yanking me onto his lap, my legs straddled his hips, and he sheathed himself deep inside me in a smooth, urgent movement. I gasped as he filled and stretched me to my limit, holding onto his shoulders. Gripping my waist, he held me still, his eyes shut and his jaw set.

“Don’t move,” he warned. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

His restraint only made me turn into the feral beast that he was trying so hard to keep at bay. Holding on, I raised my hips and slid back down his iron shaft, moaning in ecstasy now that the first shock of his great size was over.

“You’re killing me,” he said, eyes still shut as I rode him.

I giggled. “Is that all it’ll take?”

Instead of laughing along with me, he grabbed a handful of my hair and claimed my mouth with a ferocity that stole my breath. Tugging me backward, he leaned down to lick my throat, down to my nipples, where he suckled each one before letting me go.

I slumped backward, but he caught me, deftly picking me up and laying me out on the bed. Another instant, and my legs were clamped around him again with his cock sheathed tight inside me. I thought this part was all for him, but that sensation was building in my core with every hard thrust of his body on top of mine.

My arms shook as I wrapped them around his neck, burying my face into the crook of his shoulder. “Max,” I gasped, unable to say anything but that.

He understood, and slipped his fingers between us, finding my swollen nub and making me scream. Confident I had deafened him, I tried to turn away, but he captured my lips, nipping at me as he gave his last few thrusts. His roar mingled with another shout as spasm after spasm rocked me. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes, letting myself get carried away.

His body was heavy on mine a few moments later, pressing me into the twisted blankets. My face sank into a plush feather pillow until he rolled off of me and pulled me to face him.

Heart pounding and breath coming in short, sharp gasps, I kept my face pressed against his chest. There was no way I could look up at him after that. If he kissed me, I would disintegrate. That was too real, too amazing. I’d completely lost myself.

I’d forgotten everything. Where I was and why I was there. The reason I couldn’t leave. The fact I might not have anything to go back to. As quickly as he’d driven me to passion, I was now filled with fury again. It was mostly at myself, but I took it out on him, rolling away and sitting up with my back ramrod straight.

I had plenty of anger left over for Max. Not caring that I was naked, I shoved myself to the edge of the bed to scurry back to the safety of my guest room. With a chuckle, he dragged me back to his side. Instead of making me lie down with him, he got up and heaved his legs over the side, pushing his muscular, naked body halfway across the room before I could squeak out a protest.

“Get some sleep,” he said, laughter in his voice and teasing in his eyes. “I won’t bother you. I have a lot of work to catch up on.”

He grabbed his robe off a hook on the closet door and slung it over his shoulders, depriving me of the last few seconds of that glorious view. Was he walking out on me?

I grabbed the lamp off the bedside table and yanked it out of the socket to fling across the room at his retreating back. It missed him by half a foot and shattered against the door just as he closed it, without a care in the world.

I slammed my fists into the bed as his infuriating laughter echoed down the hall.

Chapter 15 - Max

Wow. To say I was shaken by what a wildcat my new wife was would have been an understatement. I barely got out of there without grabbing her and kissing her until we were both senseless. Again.

Had I bitten off more than I could chew for the first time in my entire life? As much as I wanted Brooke, craved her so that oxygen barely seemed important, I hadn’t expected to be thrown for such a loop.

Even after making her shout my name, she was still clinging to that anger that seemed to drive her passion. I hated seeing what looked very close to hatred underneath her desire, but the thought of turning her loose now was untenable. Unbearable.

“Damn,” I said, once I was far down the hall, beyond her hearing, behind my bedroom door. The sound of whatever she’d tossed at me as I left still rang in my ears, and I shook my head.

Brooke had me rattled, and that was new. Her fire, her spirit, everything about her was different from anything I’d experienced. I thought I was smitten before? Now it was bone deep, and yeah, realizing it had me off kilter.

Outside, the hot night air did nothing to cool me off, so I stripped off the robe and dove into my pool. After a dozen grueling laps, my mind was somewhat cleared, though my body still urged me to go up the stairs and slide into bed with her again. Instead, I settled into my office to check in with the security team I’d tasked with keeping my eyes on Luca.

Brooke was mine now; there was no fighting that, so I’d be keeping her here regardless. However, I was still concerned about Luca’s compulsive obsession with her. Leaning back in mychair as I perused the security footage on the screens in front of me, I laughed ruefully to myself.

Was I so different from him?

The answer came swiftly, not a breath of hesitation. Of course, I was. As soon as the situation was resolved and there was no question about Brooke’s safety, I’d…

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