Page 37 of Married to the Bratva

The kiss is electric, a shockwave of sensation that jolts through my entire body. Every nerve ending in my body comes alive, sparking with pleasure that radiates from my lips all the way down to my core.

My hands instinctively wrap around his neck, fingers tangling in his dark hair as I press myself closer, desperate to feel more of him.

The taste of him, a mix of vodka and something uniquely masculine, drives me wild. I moan softly into his mouth, the sound muffled by our entwined lips.

His tongue seeks entry, and I open for him eagerly, our tongues dancing together in a frantic rhythm.

When we finally pull apart, both of us breathless, I can see the surprise in his eyes. They soften for a moment, a rare vulnerability shining through the normally hard exterior.

"Sophie," he growls, his voice rough with emotion, "what are you doing to me?"

I trace my fingers along the stubble on his jawline, feeling the roughness beneath my touch. "Just showing you I can act," I reply, my voice steady despite the torrent of emotions roiling inside me.

A slow, predatory smile spreads across his face. "Is that so?" he asks, his tone laced with curiosity.

I nod, gazing into his eyes. "I’m not afraid of you, Maxim. In fact, I think you might be a little afraid of me."

“Interesting.” His eyes narrow slightly, but there’s a flicker of respect in their depths. "And why would that be?"

"Because I see you," I say quietly. "I see the man behind the mask, the one who’s terrified of feeling anything. You said yourmom was a junkie same as mine. Did you find her body? Was that it? Is that what broke you?"

His expression shifts, something dark and primal taking hold. Before I can react, his hands are on my hips again, pulling me roughly against him. The intensity of his gaze makes my knees weak, but I stand tall, meeting his challenge head-on.

"Tell me you love me."

The words hang heavy in the air, a declaration that could change everything between us. My heart races, and for a split second, doubt flickers in my mind. But then I look into his eyes—eyes that are searching, pleading for assurance—and I know what I have to do.

"I love you," I say firmly, my voice unwavering

For a moment, I think I’ve broken through. There’s a vulnerability in his gaze that wasn’t there before, a crack in the armor he wears so fiercely. But then his eyes darken, and he pulls me even closer, our bodies pressed together from chest to thigh.

"Prove it," he whispers, his lips brushing against mine, each word a tantalizing promise.

I smile, my confidence returning in full force. "With pleasure."

Kissing him again, I let my hands trail down his chest. I can feel his hardened muscles beneath his shirt, tensing under my touch.

Each caress elicits a low rumble from his throat, a sign of his growing arousal. I playfully nip at his lower lip, earning a groan from deep within him.

"I can act well when needed," I murmur against his mouth. "Learned it from my mother."

His grip tightens momentarily, but he doesn’t break our kiss. Instead, he presses his forehead against mine, his ragged breath mingling with mine.

"Then show me," he demands, his voice a hoarse command. "Show me everything you’ve got."

I pull back just enough to look him in the eye, maintaining the connection. "As you wish."

With practiced ease, I slide off the chair and kneel gracefully before him. His eyes flare with surprise, but he doesn’t protest as I begin to undo his belt.

Unbuckling it with a swift motion, I slip it free and toss it aside. Next, I release the button on his pants, pulling down the zipper slowly, savoring the control I have in this moment.

I reach into his boxers and take him in my hand. His cock is already hard, throbbing with need as I wrap my fingers around him, stroking gently.

I glance up at him through my lashes, catching the way his jaw clenches, his nostrils flaring with suppressed desire.

"You like that, don’t you?" I purr, nuzzling my cheek against his length. "Like having a strong woman in charge?"

He growls low in his throat, a sound that vibrates through every inch of me. "Goddamn right I do," he rasps, his control slipping further with each passing second. "Now stop teasing and finish what you started."

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