Page 88 of Used Bratva Bride

Something inside me snaps. I crush my mouth to hers, my hand tangling in her hair as I take what’s mine.

She melts against me, her fingers digging into my suit jacket, pulling me closer. I can feel it in the way she kisses me back—the truth in her words, the undeniable pull between us.

I bite down on her lower lip, pulling a soft gasp from her before I slide my tongue against hers, devouring the taste of her surrender.

She whimpers, pressing her body against mine, and I groan into her mouth. My grip tightens in her hair, tilting her head back so I can claim her deeper.

I force myself to speak, to remind her of what she just admitted. “If you think this changes anything… it doesn’t.”

Her brows knit together slightly, but she doesn’t look away.

“You’re still mine,” I continue, my voice rough. “Still bound to me. If you think falling for me will make me go easy on you, you’re wrong.”

Julie exhales a soft, unsteady laugh, and I feel the warmth of it against my lips.

“I don’t want you to go easy on me,” she whispers.

She’s turned my whole world upside down, and she doesn’t even realize it.

I grip her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze. “Then don’t expect me to let you go. Ever.”

Her lashes flutter, and I feel the slightest tremor in her body. It’s not fear. Julia’s lips are slightly parted, her breath coming fast. I don’t miss the way her body reacts—how she leans into me, her skin warming beneath my touch.

I lower my head, brushing my lips against her ear, my voice rough with desire. “You feel it, don’t you?”

Julie swallows hard, her lashes fluttering. “Mikhail—”

I cut her off by dragging my hand down her throat, my fingers pressing lightly against the delicate skin there before skimming lower, down the curve of her shoulder. Her dress has slipped slightly, revealing the smooth expanse of her collarbone. I press my lips there, inhaling her scent—warm, intoxicating, completely mine.

She lets out a soft gasp, her body arching slightly as I slide my hands to her waist. Her dress is thin, and I can feel every line of her beneath it. I curse under my breath, my jaw clenching.

I want to rip it from her. I want to mark her, claim her in every way possible.

Instead, I pull her closer, pressing her body against mine. She fits perfectly, as if she were made for me, as if the universe had no other intention but to bring her here, to this moment.

Julie trembles slightly, but she doesn’t pull away.

I slide my fingers into her hair, tilting her head back so she has no choice but to look at me. Her lips are swollen from my kisses, her eyes hazy with something between hesitation and need.

A flicker of something—relief, frustration, maybe both—crosses her face.

I don’t give her time to think. I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her against my chest, letting her feel exactly what she’s doing to me.

Her breath hitches, and I smirk against her temple.

“I want you to remember this,” I whisper, my hand sliding down her back, resting just above the curve of her ass. “To knowthat even though I want you, I also want to be with you. Like this. No expectations.”

Julie’s nails dig into my shoulders, her entire body tense.

I kiss her once more—deep, slow, deliberate—before finally, finally stepping back. She sways slightly, her fingers still curled in my shirt as if she’s reluctant to let go. I chuckle softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

“Go to bed, hmm,” I murmur. “Before I change my mind.”

She stares at me, dazed, her lips still parted as if she wants to protest.

I guide her upstairs, my hand resting low on her back as we move in silence. The air between us is thick with unspoken words, unfulfilled desires.

In our bedroom, she turns to face me, her eyes searching mine for something—reassurance, understanding, maybe even a promise I can’t put into words.

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