Page 36 of Claimed Bratva Virgin

The foreign emotion swirling in his eyes was overwhelming, but what blew me away was the raving intensity of desire swimming in them.

“I thought about kissing you.”

For the love of—

Shit!

I almost swallowed my fucking tongue because I thought I heardZverconfess to wanting to kiss me just now.

But he did say it, didn’t he? My ears weren’t bleeding in fantasy land; he fucking said it!

“Leonya.”

There was no denying it anymore. This man desired me, and I craved him worse than children craved chocolates and cookies. It was like a rising volcano with an urgent need to erupt—a maddening desire to burst. I was the balloon, and he was the pin. The ache was strong. None of this made sense, this energy rotating around us. But it was there, and we couldn’t ignore it.I didn’t want to.

“Leonya….”

I busted out in hysterical laughter because that was exactly how I felt now—fucking hysterical. “You’re bluffing.”

“Bluffing.”

Rafayel chuckled, but it didn’t sound like the first one. This time, it was dark and enticingly murderous, like wicked promises he wanted to fulfill for only me. Carefree Rafayel was gone, and this wasZverchuckling. The lethal, malignant Russian killer we all knew him to be.

He leaned close, reached forward, and before I could shriek or react, long, slender fingers slid into my hair, and hard lips came crashing down on mine.

Musky cologne pulled me under a haze, and his distinct scent invaded my entire senses.

I froze—couldn’t blink, or talk, or breathe properly.

But when he growled against my mouth like a hungry lion devouring its tasty prey, I knew this was real, and my reaction was instant. I parted my lips, almost falling from the padded seat and melting into a puddle when his hot tongue rammed its way into my mouth.

I had trouble keeping up. Cranking my neck, I bent it to the side and moved like a puppet dancing to its master's tunes.

He was hot and rough and greedy, lapping his tongue to taste me, nibbling on my lower lip to tease me. And fucking sue me, I liked it too damn much.

When my lashes fluttered shut, and I leaned forward to shamelessly sink into him, he pulled back. I opened my eyes to catch him smiling and rising to his full height like he didn’t just unravel me from inside-out and leave me there, all wet and uncomfortably needy.

I managed to gasp out, “Not bad for someone who only hit it right in his youthful days.”

I was dazed and confused.

What the fuck just happened?

“My estate is nearby. Why don’t you stop by? A drink, maybe. Or we could freshen up.”

That offer was anything but casual. I could see where this was going. He wanted to finish what he started.

A smarter woman might have refused, drawn a line in the sand, and stood her ground.

But I wasn’t in the mood to be smarter.

I arched a brow, letting the silence stretch just long enough to keep him guessing. “I suppose I could use a drink.”

His smirk deepened, his satisfaction unmistakable. “Then, let’s not waste any time.”

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When we arrived at his house, I honestly expected not to make it past the door. Maybe a few jacks and throws and slams against the wall as he captured my mouth again and unscrewed all the working nuts in my brain while he mouth-fucked me would have been better.

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