Page 50 of The Bratva King's Auctioned Bride

“How can I not be when you’re so damn gorgeous? I need every inch of you.”

Pushing my bra straps down, he snapped it off, letting it fall from his fingertips as he took me in with roving eyes. I had finally learned he truly did appreciate my curves and was bold around him now, not trying to hide anything. Not that I could. When Arkadi wanted something, he got it.

Right now, he wanted me, taking each nipple into his mouth in turns, rolling his thumbs over the tight nubs, and just looking at me like he couldn’t believe I was real. Who would want to leave something like this? I was in heaven, with his hard cock hitting all the right places and his mouth and fingers working magic on my body.

As he lazily played with me and drove me wild, I squirmed and writhed, working myself into a frenzy of need. By the time he lifted his head from my breasts, I was panting and on the brink.

“Do you want me to fuck you on the table, little girl?” he asked, his hands gripping my waist. “Or carry you upstairs to our bed and spread your legs there?”

I moaned, pressing down hard against his thick shaft. He slid his hand beneath the waistband of my sweats and found myclit, already swollen and aching for more. He tugged my soaked panties aside, pushing his fingers deep into my wet heat.

“Table,” I gasped. I couldn’t wait another second, let alone the time it would take to get upstairs.

With a sweep of his arm, he cleared half the table. Plates and silverware clattered to the floor, and the beautiful bouquet of tropical flowers he must have spent a small fortune on to please me teetered dangerously. I grabbed it and pushed it back out of the way, then turned to grab Arkadi’s face and kiss him.

His tongue pushed into my mouth as he shoved my sweats and panties down around my knees. I thrashed my legs to get free of them, finally able to wrap them around my big hunk of man. My ass hit the edge of the table, and in one hard thrust, he was deep inside me, our bodies colliding so hard we both gasped. Tucking his palms under my backside, he eased out until I moaned, then pulled me closer again, a bit less violently.

I held on with my arms locked around his neck, my head lolling back as I let myself be taken away on one of his magical rides. He pushed my knees almost up to my armpits, as desperate as I was to go deeper and harder.

“More,” I screamed as the first orgasm shattered me. Arkadi growled like a wild animal, finding my mouth to swallow my shouts with a kiss.

“More,” he repeated, laying me back on the table.

My arms fell to my sides until her found my clit, circling with his fingers as he continued to fuck me, slower and with more determination now. I opened my eyes to see that every muscle in his arms was tense, like he was barely holding on as he dragged more pleasure out of me.

“Come again,” he demanded. “Right now.”

The last word of his command wasn’t out when I was consumed again. Aching, shivery pulses expanded from his fingertips, and I grappled at his shoulders. What was he doing to me, and how was I still alive?

I was better than alive, and let him know by pulling him close and holding on tight. “I want to feel you claim me.”

“You’re already mine,” he roared, thrusting hard enough to shake the table legs, finally collapsing against my chest.

My legs unlocked around his hips, and my fingers untangled from his hair. My mouth fell open, and I let myself go completely limp, basking in the aftershocks that still pulsed through me.

“Arkadi,” I whispered after a long moment of nothing but heartbeats and gasping. “I can’t breathe.”

He rose instantly, gathering me into his arms. Leaving our clothes and the mess of plates on the floor, he carried me up to our room. A press of the button opened the curtains that were still closed, revealing the dark trees silhouetted in the distance against a brilliantly starry sky.

He didn’t put me down, but carried me to the windows so we could take it in. It was practically unheard of to see so many stars this close to the congested city, but there was a blanket of golden sparkles above us.

I rested my head against his shoulder, sighing. “Should I make a wish?” I asked.

What would I wish for? Peace between our families? That we could stay this blissful forever? That my brothers wouldn’t murder Arkadi at the first chance they got, making me a widow in my early twenties?

Damn it, reality was such a jerk.

Arkadi tightened his grasp on me, dropping a kiss on my head. “You don’t need wishes,” he said. “I’ll make everything you’re dreaming about come true.”

Oh God, how I wanted to believe it.

Chapter 35 - Arkadi

No matter how she tried to hide it, Mila clearly had trepidations about moving from Moscow back to Los Angeles. She had found a groove there and was shining. Maybe in another life, we could have invited her parents over for dinner. Maybe that was still possible, but not until everything was settled.

It seemed like she was trying to drag her feet by wanting to do all her own packing. The girl loved to shop, and I couldn’t say no to her, so she’d accumulated quite a wardrobe during the few weeks we were in Russia. Her custom Italian clothes had just arrived, and she wanted to sort through everything and make sure everything was properly cataloged and packed.

“You may not realize this, but some of those dresses are worth more than a used car,” she said.

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