Page 42 of The Bratva's Sold Bride

“Get lost,” he told Ivan in a voice no one in their right mind would have argued with. “We’ll meet you for dinner in the village tonight.”

Knowing not to pick a battle he’d lose, Ivan rolled his eyes and traipsed off through the jungle.

“Find your new friend if you want to make it a double date,” Dima shouted after him.

I turned toward him in surprise. “Do you mean Zoey? Does that mean she passed her background check?”

I was so pleased I forgot to act disgruntled that he ran one at all. A double date sounded so much like one of the things I longed to do if I ever got my imaginary, normal life that I held my breath while waiting for Dima’s answer.

“I want you to be safe,” he said. “Not lonely and sad.” His tone was gentle, having more effect on me than the raw look in his eyes. “Now, where did you learn to shoot like that?”

I didn’t answer because I was too busy throwing my arms around him. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

He grunted and pulled me close, his hands gripping my backside, so I felt every inch of his hard shaft against my belly. “That really was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“I believe you,” I whispered.

My eyes drifted shut as I lost myself in the feel of his roaming hands and his desire pulsing hot between us. In the next heartbeat, his lips were on mine. It was still early, but the sun blazed through the canopy of trees to beat down on us. With his body so close to mine, it was much too hot for clothes.

I tore at his t-shirt, wanting to press my hands against his skin, needing to dig my fingers into his shoulders.

“Let’s get this off,” he said, pulling away from our kiss long enough to whip my shirt over my head.

A second later, his was off and flying onto a bush. His fingers deftly unclasped my bra, and he ducked to suckle each nipple as my breasts were freed. I moaned and felt my legs giving out. His strong hands were there at my waist, holding on tight as he eased me to the ground.

Slamming my hands against his chest, I stopped him, barely able to draw a breath to speak. “Do you want to go back to the house?” I asked.

A ridiculous question, despite the rough undergrowth jabbing at our skin as we fell in a tangled heap on the ground. His mouth trailed down my neck as one hand found its way between my legs.

“I’ll risk the ant bites,” he said. “I can’t wait that long to be inside you.”

I couldn’t answer, only sucked in a breath as he found my clit, working the swollen nub until I writhed against him. Leaves crackled under my back, and he paused to assess the situation.

“I don’t care,” I gasped. “Just kiss me some more.”

The slightest shake of his head, and he had me on top of him, straddling his hips. Gripping my backside, he eased me onto his thick cock, not giving a damn that sticks and rocks were digging into his own back.

“I love this view,” he said, reaching to tweak my nipples as his length filled me. “Let me see these perfect tits of yours bounce while you ride me.”

I nodded, breathless, as I held onto his shoulders and began moving slowly and steadily, taking every inch. Watching his face had me mesmerized, along with his hands teasing me from behind.

Once again, he was in complete control of my body, even though I seemed to be in charge. It was only seconds until he had me in a frenzy, and I rode harder and faster, moaning louder as our bodies slapped together.

“I really like when you fuck me,” he said, groaning when I slammed down hard. “Christ, Liv. Your body is so damn gorgeous.”

Digging my fingernails into his shoulders, I ground against him with his cock so deep inside me it felt like I might split in two. And yet I wanted it all, and more.

“Now, now, now,” I demanded, leaning close.

His mouth claimed mine as he gripped my ass and took over the rhythm. “Come with me,” he said. “Right now.”

I shattered, crying out as bliss exploded in every nerve ending. I could feel him explode inside me, and I held on. “Dima,” I gasped. I had to say his name and hear it in my voice.

He was mine, all mine. When he was inside me, I wasn’t the only one who was owned. And I needed him to know it.

“I’m right here,” he soothed, holding me tightly as our hearts pounded. “Damn, we’re out of control.”

I let myself go limp against him, and he held on, the feel of the cool breeze hitting our sweaty skin as soothing as his arms around me.

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