Page 69 of The Bratva's Sold Bride

He snapped on the light, his face falling at the sight of the room that was little more than a closet with a double bed wedged in. I giggled, and it turned into a full-on laugh as I followed him in and tugged the door shut behind us.

“What’s funny?” he asked, his hand moving to pull me close again.

“It looks like you’re finally going to have me in a bed,” I said, thinking back to every other place we’d jumped on each other in such passion.

I jumped on him then, my mouth colliding with his as he joined in my laughter. We fell onto the surprisingly soft mattress, and I held on, never wanting to let go as his mouth claimed mine and his tongue slid between my lips. We were alone. Safe and together.

Didn’t matter if it was the last time. Or maybe it did. I had to make it count, if this was going to be my final memory of him.

“Are you okay? Are you too tired? When was the last time you ate?” he asked, trailing careful kisses down my bruised throat that had me shivering with anticipation.

Ten minutes ago, I was about to fall asleep in the car. Now, I was bursting with energy and only starving for more of him. “Don’t you dare stop,” I said. “And don’t even think about making this quick.”

He answered with a low rumble as he kept kissing his way down to the edge of my sundress. With one deft hand, he undid the buttons, while his other hand moved lower to slide down my side. I arched my back and wrapped my leg around him, needing to be closer. Needing his heat and his hardness and, especially, what his mouth was doing to me.

My bra was unclasped, and he licked each nipple, making me moan as they rose to tight peaks under his onslaught. His hand roamed back up to cup one breast and tease me with his thumb while he suckled the other. I tugged at his hair, pushing his head lower.

“I love that,” I gasped. “But I need…”

He pushed himself up to smile down at me. “Tell me how much you want me to eat your hot little pussy.”

“You know that’s what I want,” I said. “Do you think I won’t beg?”

“I’d love to hear my woman beg me to taste her. You think I’m not dying to lap up your juices? But I’m having fun with your perfect tits, and I thought you didn’t want me to rush?”

“How can you think clearly enough to win an argument at a time like this?” I asked, full of frustration. I just wanted more, damn it. All of him at once.

He chuckled and licked my nipple again, teasing his tongue in a slow circle around it. “Are we arguing? And if so, do you give up?”

My hands tightened in his hair to pull his head back to look at me. He grinned at the ferocity in my eyes as I wriggled out from under him. “We’ll see who’s begging in a minute or two.”

I got up on my knees and shoved him onto his back, pretending it was my own strength and tenacity that had him rolling over and not the fact that he was going along with what I wanted to do. And oh, did I want to do it. I couldn’t wait. Once he was on his back, I shoved his shirt up to run my palms over his smooth skin, feeling the hard muscles of his abs tighten at my touch.

His eyes closed as his head rested on the pillow, and I took in every cut and scrape and burn he’d taken to keep me from having so much as a scratch. They only made him more beautiful somehow, maybe the selflessness of it. I dropped my gaze to his hard chest, rising and falling with barely concealed anticipation as I moved my hands lower.

He was so damn gorgeous, like an angel and devil wrapped up in one perfect man and finding the perfect balance to become Dima. My Dima, for as long as I could keep him. Pushing aside the heart rending thought that this might be my first and last time to do this, I ran my fingers under the waistband of his jeans.

A low moan rose from his throat and I flattened my palm against the thick bulge threatening to break free from the rough denim fabric.

“I want you so much,” I whispered, barely above a breath.

“You have me,” he answered, reaching to pull me down for a kiss.

I let his mouth savor mine, but only for a second. This was my time to be in charge. I broke away and began kissing my way down his chest, licking his nipple to tease him as I continued to my target. The button on his jeans had me fumbling, but I swatted his helpful hands away.

“Be still,” I ordered, then laughed at how brazen I’d become.

“Anything you say, Liv,” he told me, closing his eyes and clasping his hands together behind his head.

His pet name had me even more eager to get to my prize, and I yanked the zipper down. He lifted his hips as I shoved his jeans and boxer briefs down, and my moan broke the silence when his big cock swung free.

I could only stare at it for a second, standing straight up from his chiseled body, and all mine. For now, every inch of him was mine. Was this how he felt when he plunged between my thighs, knowing he was about to bring me to the highest heights with his ownership?

Leaning close, I breathed along the length of him, his body stiffening as his cock bounced against my parted lips. At the tip, I licked away the salty bead of moisture, losing myself in the taste of him, the feral growl that rolled from his throat.

Mine.

I took him deep in my mouth, dragging my teeth along the silky skin, barely noticing that his hands had tangled in my hair. The hungry ache in my core grew as I sucked and licked, and with a ferocious sound, Dima’s hands were on my hips, dragging me away from his cock to lift my body. I yelped as I was twisted around, my knees planted on either side of his shoulders and my hands on the sides of his hips. His cock throbbed, and I had him between my lips once more, just as his tongue slid inside me and up to circle my clit.

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