Page 72 of Claimed By Desire

“Your father. Your brother.”

“Great, because they’re your superiors in your stupid little Bratva. What about anyone else?”

His jaw works slightly. “Nobody else knows my body better than I do.”

“Great, now you think doctors are too stupid and you’re much smarter, is that it?”

He slams his coffee down. “Are you going to be on my ass until this god damn minor cut is closed up?”

“It’s not minor,” I say through a clenched jaw. “You gotshot. You nearlydied.”

“The wound’s stitched up and the blood’s back in my body.” He comes toward me, looking menacing. “What do I need to do to prove that I’m okay?”

“Maybe show me that your brain’s working by listening to reason for once.”

“That’s unlikely.”

“No kidding.”

He stops inches in front of me. I’m very aware of his shirtless body, the cuts and the marks on his tattoo-covered skin. Without thinking, I touch him gingerly, letting my fingertips brush down some of the wounds.

“I don’t regret going back,” he whispers, very softly. “I was ready to die for Lev like I would’ve died for Stepan.”

“I know that.” I chew my lip and glance up. “But what about me?”

“You’re the only reason I hesitated to begin with. If it weren’t for you and the baby, I would’ve been at his side when Adriano sprang that ambush.”

“I guess I saved your life then.”

He tilts his head and touches my cheek with the back of his hand. “Maybe you did.”

I lean into him. He wraps his arms around me and hugs me tight. He’s so warm and he smells so good, and it’s amazing that only a day earlier, he looked like a pale corpse. Now he’s big and dark and so incredibly alive.

His hand moves up into my hair and he gently pulls me back before pressing his lips against mine.

The kiss is tender at first like he’s testing how I’ll respond. I answer by plunging my tongue between his teeth, and he growls his pleasure at my brazen hunger.

He isn’t gentle. He grips my hair and kisses my neck. I undress in a frenzy, letting the sheer need roll down my spine. He licks my nipples and pins me against the counter, tugging down my pants and forcing my legs apart. He drops to his knees, and I think he’s going to lick me from behind, but instead he comes back up with my underwear in his hand.

“You’ve been too mouthy lately,” he whispers as he pulls my hair and shoves my own wet panties between my lips. “I like you when you’ve got a gag in.”

“Fuck you,” I mumble but the words are muted by my filthy wet panties.

He smirks and slides his fingers inside of me from behind. I moan as he does his, his mouth kissing my neck, his other hand holding onto my hair.

“Soaking fucking wet. You filthy, messy girl. You really were worried you’d lose me, weren’t you?”

I moan, arching into him, because yes, that’s exactly what I was afraid of. I don’t know what our relationship means or where it’s going, but I’m sure that my life will be so much worse without him in it.

“I’m not going to leave you so easily.” He bites my shoulder and I feel his hard cock teasing me as he roughly spreads my legs and holds my hands down against the counter.

I moan into the gag as he fills me from behind.

His dick feels like heaven as he slides it nice and deep. He should be in bed right now resting, not fucking me in the kitchen, but he’s a beast and it’s not like I can convince him to do something he doesn’t want to do. He fills me slowly at first, teasing almost, before he starts to fuck me rough.

The I moan into my panties, biting down as he spanks me hard. He takes me as bliss fills my core.

“I’m never too hurt to have you, baby,” he says, his voice filled with pleasure. “I’m never too injured to fil you to the fucking brim. Now when this pussy is mine. Not when you’re such a mess for me. Look at you, dripping down my fucking shaft, letting me fuck you when I want to, your own dirty panties shoved in your mouth. You bad fucking girl.”

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