Page 66 of Captive Virgin of the Bratva

My voice barely rises above a whisper. “You don’t get to touch me like that and then disappear into the dark like it meant nothing.”

His breath hitches. “Elise—”

“No.” I rise up on my toes, pressing my mouth to his.

This time, I’m the one who kisses first, and he breaks.

The control I’ve seen him wear like armor—every gesture, every movement, always calculated—shatters beneath my hands. He groans into the kiss, deep and guttural, one hand grabbing my waist and yanking me against him so fast the breath leaves my lungs. The other tangles into my hair, tilting my head, giving him access to every inch of me.

His mouth is hot, greedy, everywhere.

I run my fingers beneath the lapel of his jacket, dragging them down his chest, feeling the muscles flex beneath the fine fabric. He shudders when I touch him.Kolya Sharov, the man who commands rooms without speaking, who’s had blood on his hands and a gun in his palm every time I’ve seen him angry—he trembles for me.

The realization steals my breath.

“You drive me mad,” he murmurs, mouth grazing my jaw, breath hot against my skin. “I should’ve left. Itriedto.”

“You didn’t,” I whisper, sliding my hand lower. “You stayed.”

His head falls forward until our foreheads touch, and I feel the rapid thud of his heart where our chests press together. There’s something about this—something unhinged and delicate at the same time. It feels like standing on the edge of something that could swallow us both whole.

“I want you,” I say before I can stop myself.

Kolya curses under his breath, his grip tightening. “If we don’t stop, I won’t.”

My reply is simple. I kiss him again.

Faster this time, more desperate. My hands wander beneath his jacket, down to his waistband. I can feel the heat rolling off him, the tension barely contained in the way his body pins mine to the wall again. My hand slips between his thighs and I work him quickly, both of us panting now, my head tipped back to see the look on his face.

He lifts my thigh around his hip, his breath catching when our bodies align and I grind onto him, using my own hand as delicious friction.

His mouth moves against my neck, and I tilt my head back with a gasp, letting him taste my skin, letting himownit for just a moment.

We’re past the point of no return. He comes into my hand with a startled gasp, and it’s a beautiful sound. How come gushes over my palm, my wrist, and I sigh as my own orgasm hits.

We take a moment to relax, breath mingling.

Then, a quiet sound—footsteps.

He freezes. I freeze.

A figure rounds the corner at the end of the hall. "Excuse me, sir. There’s somebody at the door for you.”

The doorman stops when she sees us.

Kolya doesn’t step back. He doesn’t even pretend to be innocent. His hand is still around my thigh. His chest still pressed to mine.

I meet his gaze, and for one breathless second, everything stills.

“Thank you,” Kolya says finally. “I’ll be right there.”

His expression is unreadable, but his eyes lock on to mine like a tether.

Kolya exhales roughly, pressing his forehead into my neck for a second longer. “That was too close,” he mutters.

I don’t answer.

Chapter Seventeen - Kolya

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