Page 78 of Bratva's Intern

With a growl, I bit him. Sank my teeth into his flesh, savoring the whine that leaked from his lips.

He tightened his fingers in my hair, arched his back off the wall, and threw his head back as though begging formore. I couldn’t resist. I licked the area that was already turning red and bit him again in another spot.

“Max… im.” His husky voice broke through the haze of lust that shrouded me, making me feral.

“Yes?”

“I’m still mad at you.”

I pulled back. “Oh?”

“No, don’t stop. I might forgive you if you keep going.”

With a chuckle, I kissed his neck, tiny biting kisses that would leave him red all over. Impatient, I wrapped an arm around his waist and eased him away from the wall. He grabbed hold of me as though worried he would fall.

Not on my life.

I would never let him fall.

With long strides, I climbed up the stairs and continued to my bedroom. I kicked the door shut behind me, flicked the light on, and walked over to the bed. With a gasp, he landed on the fresh linens. His paleness stood out against the white sheets. He would look so good lying on wine-red silk. Or black.

That’s it. I’ll only buy dark sheets from now on.

“Maxim, I’m all wet. Your sheets?—”

“Will be ruined anyway when I’m done with you.”

Wren licked his lips, his gaze wandering over my body, and he let out a breath. “You’re so beautiful.”

I stilled my hands on the waistband of my boxers. I’d been called many things in my life—ruthless, unforgiving, a monster. But beautiful? That was new. I stared at him as he lay there, taking me in with those wide, innocent eyes.

And for a moment, doubts crept in.

If I did this, there was no turning back. He had no idea what he was getting himself into. Would he still call me beautiful if he’d seen me kill that man? Or would the fear that had been in his eyes earlier return?

I peeled off my boxers, allowing my cock to spring free.

Guess I can be called selfish too.

His lips parted at the sight, a soft whimper escaping him. The view of Wren spread out on my bed pushed reality further away. Nothing mattered but needing to know what every inch of him tasted like.

On the bed, I kneeled next to him, skimming my hands up his slender thighs, which were already trembling. I took his leg in my hand and kissed his ankle, my gaze never leaving his face. I trailed kisses up the inside of his thighs until I reached the junction. He was breathing so hard his chest rose and fell rapidly.

I leaned over him and kissed him. He moaned, spreading his legs for me, and I slid between them, lying on top of him. I was way too heavy for him, but he didn’t seem to care. He slung his arms around me tight as if he couldn’t bear even air to whisper between us.

“Oh, Maxim, I could kiss you all night.”

I smiled against the curve of his neck, liking his honesty. “Is that all you want to do?”

“Fuck, no. I want…”

I brushed his nipples with my fingertips and moved against him, digging my cock into his stomach. “Tell me.”

“You know.”

“But I want to hear you say it. Tell me you want me to fuck you, Wren.”

“Yes!” He punched up his hips and ground against my thigh. “Fuck me, Max. Please.”

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