Page 23 of The Bratva King's Auctioned Bride

“Arkadi,” I said, trying to infuse some wrath. It came out like a whimper, a plea. Within seconds, I was kissing him again, holding onto the sides of his face like he was my lifeline.

His hands slid up my back and into my hair, then back down to grip my hips. “You’re killing me,” he groaned, trying to stop my frantic movements.

“Good,” I whispered, barely taking my mouth from his long enough to say the word.

He laughed against my lips, tugging my blouse down my arms and tossing it aside. “Let me look at you,” he said, nudging me back up.

I sat on him, my legs trembling, as he traced the edge of my lacy bra with his fingertips. A moment later, it was unclasped and went flying after my blouse. His hands cupped my breasts, his thumbs running across my nipples. I moaned and let my head drop back as he tweaked my nipples to tight peaks. Goosebumps broke out across my skin in the cool air of the wine cellar, and Arkadi pulled me close, wrapping his arms around me as he kissed me until I was too hot again.

To answer my earlier question, he tasted like both espresso and the sweet, sparkling champagne. The heady scent of his soap filled my nostrils as I breathed him in, then nipped at his earlobe. I was lost in sensation, not thinking at all, but biting Arkadi Mikhailov seemed over the limit of what was sane, and I pulled back.

He growled, shaking his head. In a blink, I was on my back on the overstuffed couch, pressed into the cushions as he spread my legs wide and wrapped them around his hips. His fingers delved into my panties, and more feral noises rose from his throat.

“I need to be inside you,” he told me, pushing his fingers inside my wet heat. “Damn it, Mila, you make me wild.”

He was already wild. He didn’t need me to make him that way. Lifting my hips, I gasped as he found my swollen nub and circled with his fingers until I cried out.

“Stop or keep going?” he teased.

I grabbed his hair, and as he lowered his head to take my mouth, he tore my panties off and sent them somewhere over my head. Only the bunched-up skirt remained around my waist, and as he looked down at me with a feral, proprietary air, it didn’t stand a chance. Gripping both sides of the fabric in his big hands, he tore it apart at the seams until I was completely naked.

“That’s not fair,” I said, tugging at his shirt.

He silenced me with another kiss that had me dizzy, while his fingers made me cry out against his mouth. A sudden, shockingly good sensation had me whisked off on a wave. So good I lost all sense of place and time, just completely lost to what he was doing to me. I heard my own voice as if it were coming from far away, and I never wanted it to end. Slowly, I returned to the wine cellar, with Arkadi looking at me with something like smug wonder.

Holy crap, what did he just do to me, and how could I get him to do it again?

I grabbed his pants and ripped off the button, then fumbled with the zipper. He helped me ease it down, and his huge cock burst free. I froze with my hand about to wrap around the smooth shaft.

He stroked my hair, easing down between my legs as he kissed me. Turning my head to the side, I slapped my hands against his chest.

“I’m a virgin,” I blurted, squeezing my eyes shut.

“I know that,” he murmured close to my ear, trailing kisses down the side of my neck.

I didn’t bother asking him how he knew. It was probably obvious. He kept kissing me, and within a moment, my embarrassment shifted back to the hunger I thought he had satisfied just a few minutes before. What he’d done with his fingers had been amazing, but now I wanted even more. So much more.

“You don’t care?” I asked.

Guiding my hand back down between us, he folded my fingers around his hot, hard shaft. “Does this feel like I’m bothered? Little girl, I can’t wait to fuck you senseless.”

His rough words and ragged voice pushed me over the edge, and I squeezed, running my thumb back and forth across his velvety tip. I was panting, ready to beg.

“Better do it, then,” I said.

With a pained groan, he moved my hand, bringing it above my head and holding it there as he nibbled at my lower lip. Rubbing his cock along my slippery opening, he looked deep into my eyes. “I want to savor you,” he said. “My sweet, virgin bride. As much as I want to ram deep inside your tight little hole, I think I want to hear you scream again first.”

As he held my arms above my head, he kept teasing me, holding me steady until I bucked against his onslaught, shuddering with need, and finally giving him what he wanted. How did he make me feel so damn good? Before my screams subsided, he was inside me, pushing his big cock hard and deep and stealing my breath away.

“I don’t know how long I can hold out,” he said, staying as still as one of the statues at the factory as he let go of my hands.

“Don’t,” I commanded. “Don’t hold out.”

I clamped my lips together, unable to tell him what I wanted. He understood anyway and began to move. Slow and steady, until I was digging my nails into his back, then fast and hard and so, so perfect, until I bit down on his shoulder.

“I’m going to come inside you,” he told me, eyes closed tight as he pounded away. “You’re mine now, Mila. Tell me you know it.”

There was a split second, barely a blink, where something floated around the periphery of my mind. Something that said I should be mad at Arkadi instead of clinging onto him like he was a bit of driftwood and I was lost at sea. But then he found my clit with his fingers, and his lips pressed against mine. His tongue invaded my mouth, swallowing my shouts of ecstasy.

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