Page 67 of The Bratva King's Auctioned Bride

“I’m not worried. I’m pissed,” she wailed, then ended the call.

“Damn it, Kolya,” I muttered, pacing. “Just one more thing to try to come between us.”

Mila was at my side in an instant, wrapping her arms around my waist. “Nothing can come between us. We can figure something out to help Nat. She’ll understand you didn’t pick him as a sibling.”

“He’s not going to be easy to find.”

She made a sharp little noise and lightly punched me in the chest. “Stop. Listen, we’re still technically on our honeymoon.” She pointed to the suitcases. “At least until we’re unpacked.”

“Oh?” I asked, sliding my hands down her back to cup her cushy ass cheeks. “I thought you were going to spend the afternoon going over the grand opening plan for the new shop?”

Tipping her chin up to look me in the eyes, she smirked. “Well, I thought of something better to do instead.”

“Oh yeah?” I was already lifting her up, groaning at the feel of her soft body pressing against me.

It was almost like we hadn’t joined the mile-high club in the jet just a few hours ago. I couldn’t keep my hands or my mouth off of her for long. With her legs wrapped around me, I made my way back to the bed. Falling beside her, I held her close, breathing her in. She still had the sea air from our beach villa clinging to her skin, and when I licked her behind her ear, there was a hint of salt. She giggled when I licked her again.

“How can I help it when you’re so delicious?” I asked.

She returned the favor, nipping at my earlobe. The new trouble that had popped up was already forgotten for now. She was right, nothing could come between us. Especially not our clothes. Before I could tear her newest outfit from one of the many boutiques we visited in Rio, she scrambled out of my reach, laughing as she peeled off the top and then slid the skirt down her thighs.

I pressed her back onto the blankets, taking her in from her hairline to her toes. Her golden blonde hair was streaked with white from so many hours in the sun, and her pale skin was glowing bronze all over. Just one of the perks of a private beach. Where to start kissing her first? Her peachy nipples called out to me, so I lowered my head and suckled each one.

Her moan had my already rock-hard cock straining at my jeans and she tugged at my shirt. “As usual, you’re still fully dressed,” she said, popping a few of the buttons.

Pausing just long enough to jump up and disrobe, I was at her side again in an instant. She gave me a satisfied smile and reached to stroke my stiff shaft. I would never get tired of that.

“My little expert,” I said, reaching for a handful of her hair.

Kissing her while she had her hand wrapped around my cock sent me a little too close to the edge and I grabbed her hand to pull it away. Ignoring her pout, I slid my fingers between her thighs.

“Oh, okay, then,” she sighed, arching her back. “Better than okay.”

Pressing two fingers into her tight, wet heat, I pulled them out again to lick them. “Definitely delicious.”

Scooting down the bed, I plunged my face between her wide-spread thighs, almost getting smothered as she wrapped her legs around my shoulders and pulled me in tighter. Lifting her hips, she moaned long and loud when I lapped away at her slippery pussy. Gripping her hips, I held her still, my fingers digging into her soft flesh as I tasted her to my heart’s content. Fucking hell, she really was a treat.

All too soon, she was bucking against my hands and crying out. I only pulled away when she went limp, writhing weakly under the onslaught of my mouth. Panting, she ran her hands over my hair and down my shoulders, pausing at a certain spot linked to bad memories for both of us. There was still a slight scar where her brother had shot me, but there had been no lasting damage. In fact, I considered it a trophy of sorts. While it tormented me to think Mila might have been hurt, I finally saw the depth of her feelings that day.

Grabbing the backs of her knees, I straightened up and tugged her legs around my hips, bringing her closer. I had to be inside her.

“Nope,” she said, scrambling up and out of my grasp.

With all her might, she tried shoving me down onto my back, her lower lip caught between her teeth, and her brow furrowed. With a laugh, I fell backward, bringing her with me. Her elbows planted on my chest, she leaned in and kissed me, her body flush with mine as I held onto her plump and perfect ass to keep her from rolling off.

“I want to ride you,” she said after a long and lazy kiss.

I was throbbing from the beautiful torture of having her slick, naked body writhing on top of me. I would have agreed to anything.

“Whatever you want,” I said, slapping her lightly as I let go of her ass. “I’ll enjoy the view of these gorgeous tits of yours.”

With a laugh, she straddled me, rolling her hot, wet pussy up and down the length of my cock. My breath hitched, trapped in my throat as she closed her eyes and moved, enjoying herself but forgetting I was about to burst.

“Mila,” I growled, grabbing her hips. “I’m about to flip you over.”

“You won’t,” she purred, straightening up and stretching her arms overhead as she kept teasing my cock.

“You’re right, I won’t,” I said, mesmerized by her gorgeous body on full display.

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