Page 32 of The Bratva's Prisoner Bride

As I promised, if she was going to break my rules, then she had to face the consequences.

Still carrying my previous anger from the day's events, I was more than willing to teach her a lesson then and there.

I was furious all the while I guided her arms up and behind her head with one hand while the other grabbed her jaw, forcing her to look up at me.

Those brown eyes were overcome with an array of emotions, and her parted lips that allowed her quiet pants to escape didn't help my weakening resolve. The precarious thread holding my self-restraint together was pulling apart piece by piece just from looking down at her in that submissive position.

She narrowed her eyes at me. "You're an asshole."

"I'm afraid you're not much better than I am," I muttered, forcing her head back a touch, causing her to swallow hard.

Despite myself, I watched the way the length of her throat moved with the adjustment. The flicker of fear in her eyes paired with it only stirred that deeply rooted desire within me. The seed that had been planted the moment I met her in Mexico.

Despite how closely I loomed over her, I reminded myself to keep it together. To hold out a bit longer.

But I didn't have a course of action in mind. I moved blindly with my rage and tied her up with no idea of what I planned to do next.

Instead, I unintentionally laid her out before me like a feast, ready for the taking.

Everything about the picture in front of me drove me absolutely insane, and with her jaw in my grasp, I could only feel more of that resolve crumbling away.

Pausing, able to feel just how close our faces were, both of us seemed to hit that wall at the same time. Knowing our lips were a small distance apart only made me ache within the confines of my slacks more.

Far too tempted to pull back, losing all sense of reason, I leaned in further until I could feel the soft, frantic puffs of her breath against my lips. It sent a shiver down my spine, and it became incredibly clear.

We both wanted it.

The slight daze in her eyes and the way she didn't pull away from her seat told me everything I needed to know.

With the last of my determination crumbling, I sliced through that remaining space and pressed my lips firmly against hers.

Daria's breath caught in her throat at the contact, but after a moment, she eased into it, seemingly melting on the spot.

It was different from the kiss I took from her on our wedding day. Those two instances were leagues apart…and something about that one made me feel like a starving man.

All the while our lips melded together, and we let it get away from us.

Before I knew it, I was pushing further against her, humming into her mouth at the breathless sounds she made. I kept my grip on her jaw while the other landed on her waist, roaming against the body I had been keening for ever since I laid eyes on her.

In giving in to that temptation, I was leaving more of myself and rational thinking behind, but I didn't care. Not while I was preoccupied drinking in the softness of her lips, and the addictive way her body seemed to seek mine out.

There was no way in hell I was going to stop anytime soon.

Chapter 14 - Daria

Knowing how easily his lips could render me useless was almost embarrassing. Almost…

But how he melded our mouths together with desperation and practiced ease made me forget about everything else. As much as I was furious with him, I couldn’t ignore the way he had me completely captivated and searching for more.

His tongue swiped at my lower lip, making me shiver before obliging and parting them. He groaned the moment I gave him access to my mouth, keeping the kissing to the point that my entire body was awash with pure need.

I whimpered at how demanding he was about it, not pulling back when it came to his unadulterated desire. It spoke volumes about every time he had been so close to me in an attempt to tease me, always trying to fluster me. Yet, it seemed he had been exercising barely contained restraint all the while, and that pent-up need had finally broken apart. The thought alone stirred even more interest within me.

Ivan drank up my sounds, both hands dropping to my hips to squeeze my flesh before hoisting me up.

My breath caught while he lifted me with ease and moved me over to the bed, then splayed me out across the bedding with my hands still tied in front of me. I panted quietly from the effects of the rough kiss, finding him looming above me with an undeniable hunger in his gaze.

His palm deliberately landed on my thigh, sliding upward slowly. “You want to push and break my rules…then I’ll show you exactly the kind of punishment you deserve…”

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