Page 77 of Claimed Bratva Virgin

A slight smile tugged at his lips. “I’m glad,” he said and then walked away.

And I moved over to the table to join the rest of them for lunch.

I was laughing, caught up in the conversation at the table. The chatter was easy, the kind that flowed effortlessly when you were surrounded by people who made you feel at home. I was smiling. But then, like a bolt of electricity, there was a sudden charge in the air that had nothing to do with anything but the weight of a gaze. It sizzled at the side of my face, burning intensely.

Rafayel.

Across the table, I felt his eyes on me, heavy, intense, burning through the layers of conversation, locking on me as though I were the only person in the room.

I looked up instinctively, and sure enough, there he was, his dark eyes locked onto mine.

My heart skipped. I tried to focus on the conversation again, but it was impossible, and I shifted in my seat, trying to adjust to the heat crawling up my neck, attempting to break free from the intensity of his stare. But it felt like I was trapped, and the worst part? I didn’t want to escape.

I wanted to look away, to keep my composure, to pretend nothing was happening, but I couldn’t. Not when his eyes were searing into mine with such force. I swallowed, my breath suddenly shallow.

But if he wanted to play that game, two could certainly play. A slow smile tugged at my lips.

Tonight, I was going to be a little naughty.

I slid my foot beneath the table, brushing it lightly against his leg, just enough to make him flinch. My heart pounded, and my breath quickened, but I kept my gaze fixed on him, pretending to focus on the conversation, as I felt the heat rise in his body and mine.

The subtle shift in his posture didn’t go unnoticed by me. He was starting to squirm just a little, and it was delicious.

A rush of power surged through me as I stroked his leg again, this time just a touch higher, making him stiffen. The way his jaw tightened, the barely contained intake of breath, it was intoxicating. I couldn’t help myself. I giggled softly. The way I could make him unravel with just a simple touch…. The control was too much to resist.

Then, he leaned in, his body heat wrapping around me like a vice, and whispered something dark and delicious in hot Russian, only for my ears.

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“Don’t make noise. She’s asleep.”

“You should take your own advice, sweetheart.”

Like an animal, Rafayel ripped the thong from my waist, cupped me where I’d ached for him all day, and pressed my back against the door until I was breathing his scent and nothing else. His breath came fast and shallow, his eyes fixed on me with a hunger that matched my own.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered, and I obeyed.

He slipped one finger in, grunted against my neck, and pumped in another one. My back flew off the door, and I dug my fingernails into his hard biceps to keep my legs steady. He moved against me, thrusting his finger inside me with a rough speed that I wholly welcomed.

“Punishment for teasing me tonight,” he growled against my ear and nipped at my earlobe.

The words in my brain had turned into an incoherent mush, but I was still able to say, “You started it, staring at me like I was dinner.”

A low chuckle rumbled from his throat and his mouth latched on my nape while his finger worked its magic inside me. While he thrust like a maniac, he grazed my skin with teeth and marked me with an insane number of love bites.

“Who owns this pussy, Leo?”

He slapped my pussy, the sound of my juices echoing against his palm, and before I could scream, he covered my mouth with his, swallowing down my groan. If Nadya batted a lash, our night was over.

“Who, baby?”

I whimpered, feeling my pulse throb with insane need. “You, Rafa.”

With his free hand, he cupped one of my breasts and tugged on my tits. “And these perfect tits? Who owns them?”

“You.”

He slid his fingers into my hair, yanked my head back, and kissed me like a man dying of thirst who’d seen a clean spring. I struggled to keep up with him but didn’t pull away. I kept him locked in, pinned against me, because that was the only place I needed him—with me.

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