Page 31 of The Bratva King's Auctioned Bride

Within seconds, I had the dress off her, cupping her heavy breasts in my palms. Teasing her nipples to tight buds, I leaned down and suckled each one, about to burst free from my pants.

She arched her back, then pushed me up, reaching for my own zipper. As soon as it was down, she pushed her hand inside, rubbing and gripping my shaft through my briefs.

“Fuck,” I growled, eyes slamming shut at the jolt of pleasure from her touch.

“Yes, that’s what we’re doing,” she said. “Please hurry.”

I laughed, charmed by her sweetness and naughtiness all rolled together. I pulled her up to straddle me, her legs wide, her wet pussy sliding up and down my length. I gritted my teeth as I gripped her hips, guiding her movements until I couldn’t stand it another second. I had to be deep inside her body, feeling her slick heat strangling my cock.

“Ride me,” I told her. “Hard and fast.”

“Yes,” she said, moaning as she sank onto me. “Yes, this is really good.”

I palmed her hot tits, rolling my thumbs over her nipples. “Faster,” I commanded. “I want to see these beauties bounce while your pussy takes every inch of my cock.”

She rammed down hard, her eyes rolling back as she did as she was told. I wrapped my hand in her hair, pushing my tongue into her eager mouth. Holy hell, it was happening again. We were too wild, too good together. We were going to tear the car apart.

“Come for me,” I demanded, finding her clit and stroking. “Right now.”

She screamed, her head thrown back as she dug her nails into my shoulders. I grabbed her hips and took over, moving her frantically as her tight channel spasmed around my cock. I held on until she fell forward, her hair sprawling across my face, her labored breathing heating my sweaty skin.

I wanted to stay inside her all damn night, but she was too much, and once again, I was no longer in control. With a roar, I let go, coming inside her until I was drained dry. My head fell back against the car seat, and my hands went limp at my sides.

After a long moment of nothing but heavy breathing, she gasped and sat straight up, scrambling off my lap.

“We’re in a parking lot,” she wailed.

I tried to pull her back, but she only wanted to grapple for her clothes before someone walked by. “It’s dark, and we’re surrounded by trees,” I said. “Let me play with you some more.”

Too late, she already had her dress over her head and was fumbling with the zipper, still tutting to herself that she’d done such a thing in public.

“This is hardly public,” I said. “I could have fucked you on that dance floor in there you had me so worked up.” Her cheeks grew bright red. “Well, are we going back in for dessert and coffee?” I asked, delighted by her adorable embarrassment.

“Not now,” she said. “They’d know for sure.” She only got more embarrassed when I shrugged, not caring at all.

But she was smiling.

For the moment, anyway. It didn’t last long, and she shrank in on herself as we headed home. Shocked at how badly I didn’t want her to clam up again, I threw caution to the wind.

“How do you feel about Moscow?”

“What? Why? It’s fine. I go there pretty regularly to visit my parents.”

“I’m always looking to invest in new talent. Maybe you’d want to try another boutique there?”

Her head whipped my direction with a look of murder on her face. How in the hell was that the wrong thing to say when it was clear how much she missed her old shop?

“If I wouldn’t take my brothers’ money, I certainly won’t take yours,” she snapped. “Is that where you’ve been all this time, by the way? Moscow? When my family has eyes and ears all over that city?”

“Your family thinks I’m in Rio de Janeiro right now,” I laughed. “They’ll never find me unless I want to be found. I could walk right up to any one of them and say boo, and they still wouldn’t know it was me.”

“Oh, right,” she said, recoiling. “The master of disguise.” The light was gone from her eyes, her smile vanished as if it had never existed.

Damn it. After I’d told her, I wasn’t her enemy. I’d never said I wasn’t her brothers’ enemy, but of course, I was.

“You’ll never get me to betray them,” she hissed.

“I won’t ask you to.”

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