Page 40 of The Bratva's Arranged Bride

I moaned softly as he kissed along my jaw and down my neck, insisting that I press as close to him as physically possible. Those open-mouthed kisses made me shiver and seemed to trigger every nerve ending in my body at once.

“No more running away from me…from this…” Val muttered against my pulse point before gently nipping at the skin. One hand pressed flat against my spine while the other reached up and tugged my bra down to expose my chest to him. He hummed at the sight and continued to kiss lower. “No more denying what we both want…”

My skin and blood felt like they were on fire as his mouth claimed my left nipple, just barely pulling it between his teeth in a sinful tease. Another moan escaped me at that, causing him to groan into my chest.

Val pulled away and met my gaze, allowing me to see the raw lust in his eyes. “Do you understand?”

Swallowing hard at how intense it all seemed, I nodded.

No part of me wanted to hold back anymore. Even if I should’ve maintained my refusal, I just couldn’t. I needed him, and I wasn’t prepared to slip away again.

A look of satisfaction settled in his features then, and a slight smirk pulled on his lips despite the raw need in his eyes that turned them a darker shade. He reached for my bottom and lightly tugged on it.

“Get these off…now.”

A small part of me still wanted to be defiant, but with the promise of absolute bliss ahead of me, I couldn’t refuse.

Instead, I stood and pulled them down while Val’s eyes roved over me with a glimmer of satisfaction in them. That hunger mounted ever higher, and before I could even pull my underwear down next, he was reaching for me.

But I knocked his hands out of the way, garnering a flicker of confusion from him.

Before he could say anything, I hooked my thumbs under the material and slowly eased them down, revealing inch by inch of my skin to him.

At that, Val relaxed again, slumping back in the chair while he watched me with heavily lidded eyes. The tightening of his slacks told me everything I needed to know.

“Jesus Christ…” he uttered, not even trying to hide his eagerness. “Don’t tease me.”

Despite myself, I enjoyed the way he seemed at my mercy, and I lifted a brow at him while I kicked the fabric away before drawing closer and running my hands up his thighs. “No? No teasing?”

A mix of irritation and arousal moved through his eyes, and Val shook his head, but didn’t do anything to make me stop. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll tread carefully…”

My lips pulled back at that while I reached for his button and eased it undone before pulling the zipper down. “Is that a threat?”

“Yes, it is,” he mumbled, chest rising and falling a bit deeper while straining beneath my touch. That dangerous edge to his gaze was a warning. “I’m already at my limit…”

Not entirely believing him, I dragged my hand along the front of him, able to feel the rigid lines of him through his pants. I palmed him, watching every subtle change in his expression.

Val twitched beneath my touch, pulling in a breath while his eyes closed for half a beat. At first, it looked like a surrender.

But before I could do anything else, he gripped me firmly, tugging me back onto his lap again. He groaned at the contact and pulled me impossibly close, eyes locked on mine. His hand was against me in an instant while his fingers deftly rubbed at me. With the opposite palm against the small of my back, he had me completely pinned against his body.

A breathy sound escaped me immediately as his touch sent a jolt of pleasure through me, and my hips jolted involuntarily.

His eyes nearly flared with his arousal, and his grip on me gave away how his patience was running out.

“I warned you…”

Losing myself in the sensations, well aware of how wet he was making me, I blinked, and his lips were suddenly on mine, devouring me whole while his fingers urged me closer to the edge.

I moaned into the kiss and couldn’t even consider pulling away—not when we were both rigid with pure need.

It was all a blur while he freed himself from the confines of his briefs, pulling me closer to meld our bodies together with delicious friction.

We both groaned at that, unable to deny the heat or how badly we wanted it.

Gripping his shoulder and the back of the chair, I rolled my hips against him, hot all over to the point of feeling completely delirious. The shaky moan left my lips, and at once, I knew I was a goner.

Adjusting myself until I could feel him pressed against me, I felt as his hands stilled on my hips, and he looked up at me. His lips parted with a soft breath at the feeling, and despite holding me, he didn’t move me. No…he was waiting for me.

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