Page 35 of The Bratva's Forced Innocent Bride

I heard everything she said but stopped processing after she spit out that our marriage wasn’t real. It nearly sent me to my knees in a way the harshest blow to the gut wouldn’t have been able to.

Taking several steps closer, I crowded her against the deck railing, leaning close until I could smell the sweet strawberries from her homemade margaritas on her breath.

“Tell me again that our marriage isn’t real,” I growled, more heat than menace coming out in my voice.

I hadn’t been this close to her since we’d moved into the new place. Oh, we slept in the same bed, but she was adamant about pretending to be asleep whenever I came home, and it wasn’t as if I wasn’t exhausted from everything I’d been doing to secure this area. The way her eyes gleamed up at me stoked the fire that was never quite out whenever she was near. I ran my hands up her arms to brush her hair off her shoulders. My thumbs stroked across her neck as I leaned even closer.

“Tell me again, it isn’t real,” I repeated. Her eyes flashed with desire, and I ran my fingers through her loose curls, tugging her chin a bit further. Her lush lips parted. “Tell me what I’m doing doesn’t make you want more.”

Because, fucking hell, I wanted more.

She gasped, wrenching away as best she could with the railing at her back. She hauled off to slap me, but I caught her hand as it flew toward my cheek. Tugging her close, I wrapped my arm around her back to pin her to me, taking her mouth with mine.

Clawing at my chest, she shoved away from me, her eyes wild. Not with anger or hatred. With the pure, unadulterated lust that had me yanking her to me again. This time, she melted into my body and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling my head down for another kiss. I pushed my tongue inside her mouth until she was gasping, wrapping her leg around my hip.

My cock strained against my pants as she rubbed her soft heat against me, quiet moans sending puffs of breath between our locked lips.

With strength I didn’t know I possessed, I pulled away, looking down at her with a fever burning through me.

“Do you still want to hit me?” I asked. Breathing heavily, she meekly shook her head. “Do you want me to kiss you again?”

There it was. The fury in her eyes that I’d come to crave. Her chest heaved as she tightened her grip on my shoulders.

“Yes,” she said, throwing herself at me without pause.

“My fierce angel,” I murmured, before sliding my mouth down her neck.

A sharp breeze blew in off the ocean, and she shivered, so I pulled her closer to me, her heat sinking into my flesh anddriving me to nip at her shoulder. As she clung to me, I ran my hands down her arms, feeling goosebumps.

“Don’t stop,” she said.

“Not going to happen in a million years,” I answered.

Cupping my hands under her ass, I lifted her, locking my mouth onto hers as she wrapped her legs around my waist. Bursting in through the sliding doors, I left them open, uncaring about anything but getting her to our bed. The breeze followed us to the stairs, where it was forgotten, only the scent of the sea clinging to her hair. Every inch of her smelled divine, and she tasted even better.

I licked her lower lip, grinning as she pulled herself closer. Then I kicked open our bedroom door, and in two strides, she was laid out on the bed, reaching for me.

“Max,” she demanded, hands grasping.

All I could do was stare at her for a moment. So utterly beautiful. And all mine. “I don’t like when you smile at other men,” I growled.

“He’s your brother,” she said, eyes that were heavy with lust flying wide.

“I don’t care. But I don’t want to fight.”

“I think you do.” Her smile was mischievous as she scrambled to her knees. “You certainly love pissing me off.”

She laid her palm across the heaving bulge in my pants, and both of us moaned at the same time. She erupted into a delighted giggle, tugging the zipper down until she had me in her grasp.

“Who’s mad now?” she whispered, stroking slowly.

“Not me, unless you mean out of my mind for you.”

“That’s exactly what I meant,” she said, straightening up until our lips collided once more, her hand still working up and down my shaft.

The new dress I’d bought her for our anniversary was demolished in seconds. I tore it down the front and moved my hands to her ripe tits as the fabric pooled around her knees. Irritated at the feel of lace instead of her creamy skin, I made quick work of her bra as well. Now she knelt before me in only a scrap of silk, sliding her hand down to my balls as my tongue found her pert, pink nipple.

I jolted as if she’d electrocuted me, but it was only the electricity that sizzled between us when we came together this way.

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