Page 28 of The Bratva's Forced Innocent Bride

I shook my head. “That part I can’t do.”

Her nostrils flared, and her chest heaved, but she didn’t look away. Neither did I.

“Fuck,” she hissed, flinging her arms around my neck.

Her body hit mine just as I claimed her mouth, open and waiting for my tongue to delve inside. I wrapped my arms around her waist and let my hands smooth over her lush ass. My fingers gripped her soft flesh, finding her heat between her thighs. Her soft moan turned wild as I pushed her back toward the desk.

This time, when her legs hit the edge, she eagerly held on tight, lifting herself onto it as I eased her back, kissing down her chest. I’d had enough of her ripe tits being hidden from me and dragged the fabric down with my teeth until I had a pink nipple between my lips.

Her back arched beneath me, and her legs locked around my hips. When my cock pressed against her heat, she moaned again, louder this time. She ground herself against me until Icouldn’t take it anymore. This wasn’t going to be long and drawn out. As much as I wanted to lick every inch of my woman, I needed to be inside her. The memory of her tight, wet pussy clamping around my shaft on our wedding night had been haunting me.

“I need to fuck you,” I said, letting go of my iron control. “I need to be inside your hot little body so damn much, Brooke.”

“Hurry,” she begged, so far gone she didn’t gloat that I’d let go of my control every bit as much as she had. “Oh, yes,” she gasped as I slid my fingers under the edge of the ridiculously oversized shorts she stubbornly wore instead of accepting my gifts.

A moment later, the shorts were around her ankles, and she kicked them away. I sunk my fingers into her wet heat, groaning at the same time she grabbed a handful of my hair.

“Max,” she moaned. “Please hurry.”

This was us, fast and furious and so full of passion we might burn each other up. I kissed her deeply, my fingers delving into her pussy, teasing her until she writhed against me. I wanted her, all of her, but for now it would have to be enough to hear her cry out in ecstacy. To make her admit how much she wanted me.

When I felt her clench around my fingers, I yanked my own pants down. Brooke blinked down at my cock, reaching to grasp my shaft and stroke from my balls to my tip. With a glimmer in her eyes, she ran her thumb through the moisture there.

“I think…” she murmured.

“Don’t think,” I said.

Grinning, she reached for my head to pull me down for a scorching kiss. “You’re right, now—”

I rammed inside her in one swift, smooth motion, cutting off her demand that I do just that. Her head lolled back as she tightened her grip on my hair, clamping her legs tight around me to seal us together.

“Brooke,” I growled, losing my grip on reality. There was only Brooke, her body, our connection, and that feeling that I was going over the edge of a cliff.

Her cries grew louder, more intense as she ran her hands down my shoulders and back up to hang on tight. Leaning over to sink her teeth into the muscle only drove me to pump into her harder. I wanted this to last forever, and I could have happily died at that moment.

But we had so much more ahead of us, even if she didn’t see it. I had to make her see it. Sliding my fingers between us, I found her swollen clit, smiling when she cried out and held on with even more ferocity. She was fighting to hang on, just like I was.

“I need to feel you come,” I whispered in her ear.

She shuddered, and seconds later, her spasms strangled my cock. With a loud groan that crescendoed to a roar, I let loose inside her, filling her up until we were both spent. I let my hands fall to the desk on either side of her to keep from crushing her under my weight. As soon as my heart stopped threatening to crack through my ribs, I cradled her in my arms and lowered her limp and sweaty body to the thick carpet.

She fell against me, and I chuckled, running a hand through her hair, which was still damp from the pool. A strange happiness welled up in me at our closeness, and I laughed again.

Big mistake. Brooke stiffened in my arms. Before explaining that I was just happy we’d managed to work out our differences, she scrambled away, reaching for the discarded shorts. Yanking them on, she hastily rolled them several times to keep them from sliding back down to her knees.

“Brooke,” I said. “I wasn’t—”

“Gloating?” she cut in, already flouncing toward the door.

“Brooke, get back here,” I demanded. “It didn’t mean anything.”

She gaped at me in horror and huffed. Before I could clarify that, I meant the laughter didn’t mean anything other than me being happy, she was gone, the door slamming as soon as she was out of my office.

I let my head drop to the carpet and stared at the ceiling, knowing her well enough not to chase after her until her tantrum subsided. I was beginning to get used to them and felt a smile curling my lips. It seemed I was even starting to like them.

Chapter 18 - Brooke

My bare feet slapped against the floor as I stormed back to the sanctuary of my guest room. I hated Max more than ever, to the point I stomped harder, hoping he’d hear me all the way downstairs. Lying there so smug and arrogant after what he’d made me do. How he’d made me feel. Once again, I lost complete control, just from the look in his eyes, like sinful dark chocolate but with no health benefits whatsoever.

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