Page 45 of The Bratva King's Auctioned Bride

His eyes glittered with emotion as he gripped the sides of my face and kissed me hard on the mouth, as if trying to make me believe it. Running his hands down and behind my back, he undid my bra, following its descent to meet his jacket and then moving his gaze back up my body. He looked like he was in another place, but completely focused on me at the same time.

Lowering his head, he nuzzled my breasts, licking and teasing my nipples until they were hard little nubs, aching for more of his touch. He worked his way down my belly, his hands smoothing over the sides of my hips. At the edge of my panties, he knelt and looked up at me, gripping my flesh.

“Mila,” he said, low and rumbling. The way he said my name washed over me like a caress.

I looked down and trailed my fingers through his hair, lost in that look in his eyes. Arkadi Mikhailov knelt before me, almost worshipful, as he began to tug on the band of my panties with his teeth. And holy hell, I liked it.

My legs shook, but this time not with fear but with anticipation. When he told me he didn’t have anything to do with the auction, I threw myself at him in a frenzy, wanting him to take me at once. He had other plans, determined to really make me understand who I belonged to.

Oh, I understood, but I was more than willing to let him have his way, no matter how much it was driving me crazy. The panties ended up on the floor, and I kicked them aside, sighing as he kissed his way down. Shivers ran down my legs and up my spine as his tongue darted between my thighs and found my swollen nub.

“I can’t stand up,” I moaned. Not when he was sparking every nerve ending to life.

“I’ve got you,” he said, holding tight to my hips and nuzzling deeper into my wet heat.

Resting my palms on his strong shoulders, I briefly thought about how unfair it was that I couldn’t feel his skin when I was completely naked before him. I tugged on the heavy cloth, finally slipping my hands under his shirt to dig my nails into his shoulders with every lap of his tongue.

He held me tighter when I started to moan, louder and louder, until I was crying out his name.

“Let me taste you,” he murmured against my flesh. “Come for me, Mila.”

The orgasm exploded like a shockwave, sending blissful shimmers up and down my weak legs. I found myself leaning over, grabbing at his hair as I was taken away on wave after wave.

I was sobbing by the time he lifted me and laid me on the bed, the silk covers cool and smooth beneath my back. How did he make me so utterly weak, and yet make me feel more powerful than I ever did before, all at the same time? All I could do was hold on. My vision returned to find him leaning over me, his hands planted on either side of my head. The look on his face was ravenous, and his lips crashed down onto mine.

As he kissed me, I spread my legs, needing him inside me before the last of that glorious orgasm faded away.

“Hurry,” I urged breathlessly. “Why are you torturing both of us?”

“It is torture,” he breathed near my ear. “The worst and the best kind.”

Grabbing the front of his shirt, I ripped with all my strength, sending buttons flying. One pinged off my forehead, and another clicked against the brushed metal headboard. Arkadi laughed, sitting up to shrug out of the ruined shirt.

“My little savage,” he said.

“You have no idea,” I told him, reaching for the front of his pants.

That button came off just as easily under the strength of my need. I tore past the zipper and wrapped my hand around his hot, thick shaft.

“Oh, I think I do,” he said with a smile.

It was only because of him that I was this way, that I was yanking his cock toward my eager opening. I wrapped my legs around his hips and pulled him so that we were pressed together. I could feel him pulsing between my legs.

“You don’t,” I said, biting his earlobe. “But if you don’t start fucking me right now, you’re going to find out.”

His dark eyes widened with delight as he took my warning to heart. Kissing me soundly, he slammed home with one smooth, fast motion, making me gasp into his mouth.

“Better?” he asked, sliding sinuously away from me so that I grabbed at his shoulders.

Once again, he plunged deep and hard. “Much better,” I gasped. “Do. Not. Stop.”

“Not until you’re screaming again,” he promised.

And he kept that promise, driving me on until I could do little more than clutch at his shoulders and try to drag him closer than he already was. I wanted to look at him, kiss him, devour him as he brought me to the edge. His hand slid up my thigh, which was wrapped tight around his hips, forcing it higher so he could go deeper inside me. I cried out, bit him, and then let my head fall back, needing what presence of mind I had left to breathe.

“God I love fucking your perfect little pussy,” he growled. “Let me feel you come. Now.”

His demand was one I couldn’t deny. One more deep thrust and I screamed, letting go completely. My hands fell tomy sides, too weak to keep clutching at his hair. I was lost again, but Arkadi was there with me. He shouted my name, reaching to grab the headboard so he could keep going, harder, harder, harder, until he collapsed against my heaving chest.

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