Page 70 of The Bratva's Sold Bride

I pushed back against his mouth as I drew him deeper into mine. My arms shook as he drove me mercilessly over the edge, lapping at every inch of me. I shuddered as he gripped my hips, pulling me closer to his face. I couldn’t hold on. My mouth slid away from his cock, and I dropped my forehead to his thigh as tremors ran through me.

He was still going, never letting up. The walls in the motel had to be paper thin, but a scream was rising in me with every thrust of Dima’s masterful tongue. I bit down on his flesh, then smashed my face into the blanket to muffle the sounds I couldn’t hold back.

And he kept going until I begged for him to stop, then begged for more. He slowed his movements, easing my body until I was in a heap beside him, then he flipped me back around so that our faces were inches apart. I grasped his shoulders, my arms and legs still shaking from the earth-shattering orgasm he’d given me.

“So, who was begging?” he asked.

My mouth dropped open, too stunned with pleasure to say a word. He kissed me deeply, the tastes of each other mingling. Within seconds I was rocking my hips against him, sliding my body down his to get the feel of his cock where I had to have it.

“At least pretend you need this,” I said, rubbing my slick folds against his shaft.

He groaned, holding tight to my arms as I straddled him. “Oh, Liv, you have no idea how damn much I need you. Now,pleaseget that pussy wrapped around my cock.”

Maybe that wasn’t exactly the kind of begging I’d been doing, but I didn’t need to be asked twice. As he held onto my hips to help me rise up, I slammed back down, taking every inch of him deep inside me.

I rode him fast and hard, whipping my hair around to hit him in the face. He laughed and grabbed a handful, pulling me down to kiss me as hungrily as if our mouths hadn’t met in a year instead of a minute. I took as much as I gave, running my hands up and down his chest and over his shoulders.

Trying to memorize him.

“Dima,” I said. Just because I wanted to while he was still mine.

“Olivia,” he answered.

My gaze flew to his face at the serious tone of his voice. His eyes were intense, midnight blue, and locked with mine. I wanted to believe what I saw there, but could only try to let him know what was in my own heart as he grabbed on tight to my hips and took over our rhythm.

He told me he loved me, but that was before he knew the truth.

“Don’t think,” he said, as if reading my thoughts. “Just feel.”

His fingers slipped from my hip, gliding down to wedge between where our bodies slapped together.

“Come for me, Liv,” he said softly, but no less commanding.

He circled my clit as he drove deep, his hips rising to fill and stretch me. He growled out a low roar, and I dropped my head to his chest to muffle my own scream. His heart thudded beneath my cheek as I let the pleasure course through me. By the time I came down, his arms were wrapped around me, holding me close. I slid to his side, my eyes drifting shut as he settled me next to him, snuggling me close.

I shivered, but not from being cold. All my senses were still alive. Just the sound of his panting breaths beside me had me clinging onto him. He ran his fingers up and down my arms, soothing me until I was able to fully relax. Then I melted like the tide rolling up over the sand and went completely limp.

Dima tugged the blanket that was wadded up beneath us, finally giving up and picking me up to pull them down. Once we were tucked in and propped up as best we could be on the meager assortment of pillows, he rolled to his side, lifted up on his elbow, his eyes unreadable.

It seemed like it was time to talk.

I lowered my face, but he put his finger under my chin to raise it. “I asked you a question at the house. I need the answer.” There was so much pain in his eyes that I considered lying, just to save him anymore.

But he’d see through it. He knew me too well.

With a sigh, I tried to explain. “I was so angry. I couldn’t see past it. I never felt so stupid in my life when I realized you were just trying to keep me safe, but at the time, it seemed like you were controlling me. That because you bought me, I was nothing more than a possession.”

He closed his eyes and breathed out. “When I say you’re mine, it’s not that at all.” He put my hand on his chest, his heart beating beneath my palm. “I mean that you’re here. That you’re no different than me. No, you’re more important than me, because I don’t think I can go on without you. So, I have to know if you still want to leave.”

I shook my head. “I’m afraid you won’t believe me. Before I knew that Zoey, or whatever her name really is, was tricking me, I was tricking her into believing awful things about you. Things I never even believed were true. I wanted my freedom, honor my mother’s wishes, and…”

“What?” he asked, not looking as furious as I thought he should. “What else?”

“And to pretend I wasn’t falling for you, or that maybe I was secretly glad you forced me to marry you all along. I couldn’t handle that, but oh my God, Dima, I liked you so much before all this.”

“I liked you too. Didn’t I already tell you if things hadn’t gone so badly with your father, I was going to find a way to ask you out, even if it meant Max would kick my ass?”

I sniffled, liking the sound of that. Dating Dima would have been amazing. Could we get back to a place like that?

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