Page 43 of Plus-Size Bratva Bride

If it could have been channeled, it would have brought down thunder on our heads.

"Excuse us," I muttered, shouldering past a group of rowdy tourists. My eyes darted around, searching for the quickest route to my office. The anticipation was killing me, every second feeling like an eternity.

Pippa's breath hitched as I pulled her closer, navigating a particularly tight spot. "In a hurry, are we?" she teased, her voice barely audible over the casino's din.

I glanced back, a smirk playing on my lips. "You have no idea, Sweetheart."

Finally, we reached the corridor leading to my office. The sounds of the casino faded, replaced by the thundering of blood in my ears. With a swift motion, I yanked open the door, practically dragging Pippa inside.

The door slammed shut behind us with a resounding thud, courtesy of a well-placed kick. In an instant, I had one hand sliding to the nape of her neck, my lips against hers, and the other hand pressed firmly against her stomach as I walked her backward until her back hit the wall.

"God, you drive me crazy," I growled, recapturing her lips in a searing kiss. The taste of her, the softness of her skin beneath my calloused hands—it was intoxicating. I pressed closer, feeling the curves of her body molding against mine as I had her pressed up against the wall.

Pippa responded with equal fervor, her fingers tangling in my hair. When we finally broke apart, both gasping for air, she looked up at me with those mesmerizing eyes. "Abe," she whispered, her voice husky with desire.

I couldn't help but wonder how I'd gotten to this point. Me, Abrahim Ustinov, notorious player and hardened criminal, completely undone by this woman.

"You're driving me mad, Pippa," I warned while I proceeded to trail kisses down her soft, inviting neck.

She arched into me, her breasts squeezing against my chest and a flurry of sweet nothings escaped her lips. "Oh, I haven’t even started.”

I couldn't hold back a chuckle at her boldness. "Oh, you’re calling for trouble, Sweetheart," I murmured against her skin.

“Maybe I like a little trouble,” she whispered, arching her back to thrust her hip against mine suggestively.

My hands moved with fluid ease to peel away her layers of clothing. The dim light from the streetlights outside cast a soft sheen to her skin and I watched the smooth creamy expanse reveal itself with each layer that fell to the floor. First, her coat, below which she wore a sleeveless shirt. She raised her arms up, her breath hitching in her throat and I slowly slid off her shirt. There she stood before me, in her bra, her breasts spilling out beautifully.

I cupped her bra, flicked my thumbs over her skin and she jerked involuntarily. Fuck, “You’re gorgeous,” I proclaimed and within seconds, had her skirt on the floor.

Before me was a temptation I couldn't resist. My fingers danced along the edge of her panties, teasing, exploring.

"Abe," Pippa moaned, her arms wrapping around my neck. The sound of my name on her lips sent a jolt of electricity through me.

I let my hand glide over the curve of her ass, savoring the softness. "You're fucking perfect, you know that?"

Before I could react, Pippa pushed off the wall, wrapping her legs around my waist. The sudden move caught me off guard, but I recovered quickly, supporting her weight easily.

"Desk. Now," she demanded, her eyes dark with desire.

“Who am I to deny such a request?”

I carried her across the room, her warmth pressed against me, driving me to the brink of insanity. With one sweep of my arm, I cleared the desk, sending papers, pens, and God knows what else clattering to the floor.

Something shattered—probably that ugly paperweight Ivan had given me last Christmas—but I couldn't bring myself to care. Not when I had Pippa perched on the edge of my desk, a vision in lace and curves.

"You're so goddamn beautiful," I breathed, drinking in the sight of her. My hands found their way to her back, fingers working at the clasp of her bra. "I've been dreaming about this moment."

As the last barrier fell away and her breasts swung free, I couldn't help but marvel at the woman before me. How had I ever thought I could resist her, give her space?

Pippa's chest rose and fell, her breasts heaving with each ragged breath she took. I couldn't resist any longer. With a growl, I leaned in, taking a dusky nipple into my mouth. Her taste, a heady mix of vanilla and arousal, flooded my senses. I circled my tongue around her hardened peak, teasing, nipping,before moving on to the other one. Pippa moaned, her hands gripping the edge of the desk for dear life as she arched her back toward me, offering herself.

"Oh, fuck," she moaned, her nails digging into my shirt. Encouraged, I slid one hand south, exploring the softness of her stomach, further down to the damp lace that was the only thing separating us. I made quick work of the delicate fabric, revealing her glistening folds.

"God, you're so wet for me," I purred, my accent thickening with arousal. I dipped a finger inside her and dipped out.

"Abe, please," she whimpered, her hips writhing against my hand.

I smirked against her skin, enjoying the power I had over her. "Tell me what you want, Beautiful."

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