Page 37 of Knocked-up Bratva Bride
“Respect? So, you randomly kiss your boss just to spite me. I’m eager to know what you’ll do next. Maybe fuck him, too, in front of a full audience just to watch my reaction?”
She had the look of a murder when she said, “I should slap you for that shit you just said.”
“But you won’t because you know I’m right. You did it just to take me off your mind because I plague it as much as you plague mine, and because the truth is, the only person you desperately want to fuck isme.”
Heavy silence suddenly weighed in on us, and the anger in her eyes seemed to fizzle out, stripping her true intentions bare before me.
“You know you’re playing a dangerous game, Damien. You should….” She stuttered. “You….”
My gaze narrowed sharply. “I’ve never played safe in my life. Never shied away from any fucking thing before. I don’t think I’m going to start now.”
“But you should…” she murmured and nibbled on her lower lip. Her voice didn’t hold as much strength anymore. “I just don’t understand…. You should be an old man with wrinkly skin and yellow teeth. Not…this. You’re making this hard for me.”
I suppressed the bubble of laughter in my chest at the vulnerability of her naivety and cupped her cheeks. My gaze flickered from her eyes to her lips.
We both knew we wanted the same things. There was no denying the obvious.
The laughter emerged now, and she melted into me when I cupped her cheeks. “And you shouldn’t be on my radar at all, sweetheart. You’re a fucking glitch in the system, a glitch I don’t want to erase.”
“You’re my best friend’s father,” she murmured softly.
“And yet, I find myself wanting you, Elena.”
Static feedback came through the earpiece. “As of now, the estate is clear. No threats detected.”
But that wasn’t entirely correct. One threat was detected, and she was standing right in front of me. We had a chance to pull away, let go, and walk out that door like two strangers respecting clear boundaries.
For a second, I thought about it and came up with one conclusion.
Fuck boundaries.
I didn’t hesitate. I crashed my lips against hers like a storm breaking. I gripped her waist, pulled her close, and felt my cock twitch when she gasped into my mouth.
A maddening rush of excitement surged through me. Fucking wild andelectric, stealing both our breaths. She put her arms around my neck, and I plucked out the earpiece, letting the harsh sounds of our breathing fill my ears instead.
The moment was a blur of heat and desperate hunger. Everything else vanished: the noise from downstairs, the forbidden lines we were crossing, even the threat of the fucking Dalys. There was only us. Only now.
She shoved off my suit jacket, tugged off my tie, and pulled me closer by the collar of my shirt.
“Damien,” she rasped, eyes half-lidded and burning with desire. “This is insane. This is…wrong. We should stop.”
Angrily, I pressed my fingers into her cheeks, puckering her lips before sucking on them like a ravaging beast. “Do youreally want to fucking stop?” I growled. “Say yes, and I’ll let you fucking go right now.”
After a heartbeat of consideration, she bent my neck lower and whispered, “No.”
Satisfaction rumbled in my core, and I moved my hands below her waist, squeezing her soft, round ass. “Then, shut up, and fucking kiss me.”
Our bodies pressed together urgently, neither of us wanting to let go. Her mouth moved with a fire, and I couldn’t help the raw groan that escaped me.
“How do I get you out of this fucking dress?”
“The zip’s on the left side.”
She raised her arms above her head, and I reached for the zipper, tugging harshly until the fabric loosened on her curves. I dropped to my haunches, slowly lifted the dress above her head, while taking my time to watch the torturous reveal of her black thong and lacy bra come to the light.
The dress fluttered to the floor, and my mouth watered at the sight of her curvy hips and the hint of her cleanly shaven mound. I raised my head, meeting her heated gaze. “I could take you right here, sweetheart,” I breathed hoarsely.
“What?”
