Page 38 of Bratva Baby

“What?” I demand.

“You’re jealous.”

I don’t deny it. “Maybe.”

“You don’t even know who he is.”

“Doesn’t matter. He touched you. That’s enough.”

“Grigor, he’s nobody. Just someone I used to know.”

“Not anymore,” I reply firmly.

She shakes her head, still smiling. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Maybe,” I admit. “But you’re mine, Seraphina. No one else gets to forget that.”

Her smile fades, and it’s replaced by something quieter, more serious. She opens her mouth like she wants to say something, but I take her hand instead and pull her toward the hallway leading to the restrooms.

“Where are we going?” she asks, though she doesn’t resist.

“You’ll see.”

She follows me right through the bathroom doors, and the walls mute the noise of the party. Before she can askagain, I lock the door and press her against the marble counter, bracketing her waist with my hands. Her breath catches, and her hands instinctively come to rest on my chest.

“Grigor,” she begins, though there’s no protest in her tone.

I lower my head until my mouth is inches from hers. “Say it again.”

Her brows knit together. “Say what?”

“My name,” I reply.

“Grigor,” she whispers, and that’s all it takes.

I capture her mouth with mine. The kiss is hard, almost punishing, but she doesn’t pull back. Her hands slide up to my shoulders, gripping the fabric of my jacket as though she’s afraid to let go.

I kiss her like I want to erase the memory of Marco’s hand on her, like I want to remind her of exactly where she belongs. With me. Only me.

Her body is pliant, and she melts against me, parting her lips to welcome my tongue as it sweeps in. My hands roam over her waist, her hips, pulling her closer until there’s no space between us.

When we finally break apart, her lips are swollen, and her cheeks flushed. She looks up at me, somehow both dazed and defiant.

“Jealousy suits you,” she teases, though her voice is breathless.

I smirk and brush my thumb over her cheek. “You think so?”

“Maybe.”

I lean in, grazing my mouth against the shell of her ear. “Keep testing me, Seraphina. See what happens.”

She shudders but says, “Maybe I will.”

I straighten, and the challenge in her eyes only fuels the flame of desire burning inside me. Fuck. The party will have to wait. I have more pressing matters to attend to. Right here, right now, and there’s no chance in hell I’ll be waiting until we get home.

I lift her onto the counter and claim her lips again. The kiss is just as brutal, but I don’t stop. Not when she moans and digs her fingers into my shirt. Not when her legs wrap around my waist.

My hands explore every curve, and I slip them beneath the fabric of her dress. Her skin is smooth, and I drag my fingers along the inside of her thigh, enjoying the way she squirms when I trace the lacy edge of her panties.

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