Page 63 of The Bratva King's Auctioned Bride

“You are. Your happiness. Your safety. Just, you.” When she turned to me with the first hint of a smile, it hit me hard how close I’d come to losing her. Gripping her arms, I gave her a tiny shake. “I still can’t believe you jumped in front of that damn gun. Swear you’ll never do something that dangerous again.”

She shook her head mischievously, not about to promise any such thing. Before I could say another word, she shut me up with a kiss that rattled my soul. Every ounce of feeling was conveyed through her lips, the way she clung to me, the soft sight against my mouth.

The pain in my shoulder receded fast as she slid her hands into my hair, and her lips parted for my tongue. As she made the soft noises I loved so much and moved sinuously on my lap, it disappeared completely.

“That’s better,” she murmured as my cock twitched to life under her hot thighs.

“Not quite yet,” I said, wrapping my arms around her waist and picking her up as I rose.

Carrying her into the bedroom, I paused halfway to the bed, distracted by the feel of her curves pressed against me. The way her mouth hungrily searched for my tongue and the way her fingers slid down the sides of my face had me lost on a tide of lust.

I wanted her, always. Every minute of the day. It felt like we’d been separated for a year instead of barely a day. It was pitch dark outside the windows, and the pool lights shimmered in the distance. I’d lost track of time, but it had to be close to midnight or later.

“You must be exhausted,” I said, letting her body slide down mine until her feet hit the floor.

“Not at all.” She reached to lock her hands behind my head, tugging it down for more kisses. As soon as I licked the seam of her mouth, she gasped, leaning back.

“Are you tired? Still hurting? Should we just go to sleep?”

I laughed, yanking her flush with my stiff shaft. “Does this seem tired?”

Now that we had the niceties out of the way, I picked her up again, tossing her onto the bed, where she landed among the pillows with a laugh. Grabbing for me as soon as I laid down at her side, she ran her hands down my chest.

“You need to promise me that you’re not putting yourself in danger anymore,” she said, eyes flashing.

I kissed her chin, then her lips, then her nose. “I’m in the Bratva. You’re in the Bratva, little girl. I don’t think either of us can make those kinds of promises, not really.”

“Then we’ll just have to keep each other safe,” she said.

“No question about that.”

I claimed her mouth then, done with talking. My hand slid down her rich curves, my palm molding her hip as I pulled her closer. She slung her leg across mine as she ran her fingers down my chest to slide back and forth along the top of my waistband. My cock throbbed against the zipper, eager for her touch.

But I was greedy, as usual, and pushed her onto her back. Her golden locks spread out around her pretty face like a sunny halo. She was the sun, all the light in my life. I wanted to tell her this, but the words wouldn’t come easily. I didn’t want to spook her when things were still so tremulous with her family. If it came down to having to make a choice, who would she choose?

Her next moan distracted me from such unpleasant thoughts, and I lowered my eyes to her hand, pressing against the stiff bulge under my pants. She wore a very nice silk blouse that I ruined with one quick jerk of my hands. A lacy bra could barely contain the swell of her perfect tits, and I licked along the tops, finally tugging it down so I could tease her nipples.

“That bra cost—” she groaned, then giggled as I tore it before she could tell me what it was going to set me back to replace it.

“The jeans are next,” I warned, kissing my way down her smooth skin.

She hurriedly got them undone and shimmied them down her thighs, laughing breathlessly as I nudged her back down and eased my hand between them. She was utterly gorgeous with her mouth open and her eyes closed, her hands still roaming wherever she could reach them.

Slipping my fingers into her wet heat, I groaned as she gasped. My cock thumped impatiently, and with my free hand, Iguided her own fingers back to it. In an instant, she had my jeans open, her hand wrapped around my thick length as I pressed deep into her juicy pussy.

“Amazing,” I groaned. “So fucking amazing.”

She arched her back, squeezing me almost painfully as I found her clit and toyed with the swollen nub. “Arkadi,” she sighed.

There was nothing more, but hearing my name on her lips was all I needed. I pushed deeper, swallowing her sighs with another kiss, needing all of her.

I had almost lost her. That pain wasn’t going to go away soon. Maybe I’d always be straddled with that fear, but I’d never let her go. The pain and the fear were worth it. Worth just hearing her say my name.

The moment she cried out in bliss, I spread her legs wide and tugged her body close to mine. She reached for me with shaking hands, eagerly grabbing at my cock to help guide me home.

“Yes,” she moaned, pulling me down to her to nip at my neck. “Hurry and get deep inside me.”

Of course, I did exactly as I was commanded, plunging deep and hard into her tight little hole. “I need you so much,” I told her, grabbing a handful of her hair.

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