Page 28 of Innocent Bratva Hostage

My brain fogged, making it impossible for me to react to how dangerously close he was to me now.

He lifted his hand, and I inched away, but I couldn’t get very far before my back collided with the wall. “What are you doing?” I gasped.

“Relax,solnishko. I’m not trying to hurt you.”

I knew he wasn’t trying to hurt me. It was surprising how much I trusted him.

His fingers brushed against my cheek as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

The touch was gentle, almost reverent, and it sent a shiver racing down my spine. His fingertips lingered for a second longer than necessary, tracing the line of my jaw.

“Tell me what to do,solnishko,” he whispered, his voice deep and husky. “I shouldn’t want you this much, but it’s getting harder to stay away from you.”

I swallowed, my pulse hammering as I stared into those piercing blue eyes that had now turned dark with need. “Then don’t.”Don’t stay away from me.

A ghost of a smirk touched his lips as he ran a finger down my neck. “Don’t say words you might regret,solnishko. I’m warning you.”

I gasped, aching all over with need. My nipples hardened, and a throb awakened between my legs. “I don’t think I’ll regret this.”

His gaze lingered on me for a bit, then he leaned over and cupped my cheeks. His lips hovered above mine for a second before his lips claimed mine.

Something snapped inside me the moment I tasted the whiskey and felt the movement of his lips against mine.

I melted into him, my hands gripping the lapels of his suit as his arms tightened around me, and I kissed him back.

It was slow and gentle at first, but then it shifted into something ravenous and primal, like a hunger that had survived a thousand years of famine.

He deepened our kiss, his tongue sweeping into my mouth, claiming, demanding, and full of passion.

I moved with the rhythm, moaning, as he growled in response, pressing me further against the wall.

The world faded around us. The only thing that existed was him—his warmth, his taste, the way his hands slid down my sides, pulling me closer.

His legs slipped between my thighs, and his hand glided down my waist until he was grabbing my ass and squeezing it.

I gasped from the pleasure rippling through me.

Holy shit.

Tonight was the first time a man ever touched me this way, and I meant that literally. I had no idea if physical intimacy always felt this amazing or if Andrei was just good at it, but I didn’t want it to stop.

I needed him to explore me in other ways—ways I didn’t know a man could explore a woman.

His intrusive leg pushed my legs further apart. His mouth left mine and trailed down my throat with a series of hot kisses.

My body became a host of molten fire; my core ached, and my nipples hardened with anticipation of what was to come.

He licked my neck, bringing his face further down until he reached my breasts. His hands came up to the back of my dress, and he undid the zippers.

The dress slid down my body until it pooled around my legs. My breasts sprung free, and my nipples hardened more as the cold air brushed over them.

“Cristos,” Andrei grunted as he swept his gaze over me. His eyes glistened with lust and admiration.Christ.“You’re so beautiful,solnishko.”

I drew my hands up to cover my breasts, but he caught them midair, pushing them down and taking up the task himself.

A sensual shiver ran through my veins as he cupped one of my breasts, teasing the nipple as he took the other one in his mouth and began to suck.

My head rolled back, and I gripped the back of his head as I cried from pleasure. This was even better than I’d ever imagined or dreamed of. Every cell in my body was cocooned with pleasure; I swore I was losing my mind.

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