Page 42 of The Bratva's Hunted Bride
I hurry out of the dining room, taking slow breathes as I slip into a downstairs guest room for a moment alone. I have to pull myself together. Nothing good can come out of falling for a man who has no intention of loving me.
I stand in the room without turning on the lights. Moonlight spills through the wide windows, and I close my eyes for a moment.
“Is everything alright, darling?” His voice runs through me like thick syrup.
I bite down hard, fighting the shudder of my heart.
“Yes, I just…I wanted…” I stammer, searching for an excuse for slipping away. I turn to face him, but he’s standingright behind me, and I end up right against his chest, looking up at him.
He towers over me, his broad, muscular body pressed against me.
Timofey slips his arm around my waist, and before I can utter a word, his lips are on mine.
Everything, every ounce of fight in me, dissolves. My lips move against his, and his hand travels over my waist, pulling me closer, his fingers digging into my body with desperate need.
He feels it too.
His kiss speaks louder than anything, a thousand words whispered as the heat from his body hums through me. He moans against my mouth, and my heart races wildly. He slips his tongue between my lips, pushing it into my mouth, possessively claiming me as his hand moves up my spine, up the back of my neck, and wraps around my head, locking me in place as he deepens the kiss. His words flash through my mind.You belong to me.
It feels like we’ve been locked in this embrace for an eternity when he finally steps back. His voice is low when he growls, “We should go home.”
I nod, not trusting myself to speak.
Timofey takes my hand and leads me from the room.
We say goodbye to everyone. I smile, hoping my cheeks aren’t as red as I think they are, and my lips aren’t as swollen as they feel from the kiss.
The drive home is tense. My thoughts are racing, fighting, trying to reason with my heart while my body begs me to let him take me.
In the end, when we walk into his mansion, there isn’t even a flicker of resistance when Timofey lifts me into his arms and carries me up the stairs toward his bedroom with my legs wrapped around his waist and my lips locked with his again.
Chapter 19 - Timofey
My cock is rock hard as I carry her into my bedroom. I have no idea how I managed to hold back this long. All night I’ve been fighting the urge to drag her away, to touch every inch of her.
She has consumed my thoughts, and now, finally, she’s wrapped around me. I plan to take my time satiating the deep, burning desire I have for her.
I lower her to the floor, letting her body slide over me as her feet find the soft carpet. She stands against me, looking up at me with those gorgeous, wide brown eyes. Her dress has drifted up over her hips, and I reach down to take the hem of it in my hands and pull it all the way over her body. She lifts her arms, and her hair falls loose over her shoulders as I tug the dress off her and toss it aside.
My heart is racing with need as my hands and eyes drift over her skin. I take a step closer to her, forcing her to step back until she’s up against the bed. Then I gently push her onto it. A soft gasp slips from her lips as I lean over her, pushing her legs apart and crawling between them, onto the bed, to kiss her again.
She is small, soft, and beautiful beneath me.
Talia spreads her legs as I push my hips forward, pressing my cock against her and rock back and forth as our lips move over each other.
I’m torn between the urgency I feel to thrust into her with force and the desire I have to make this last an eternity.
She moans against my mouth and my cock throbs, pulsing harder, pressing against my pants almost painfully.
I move off her, and she lets out a small cry of disappointment that makes me smile with dark mischief. She is mine. She wants me, and I am in full control of her. Standing at the side of the bed, I watch her as I slow pull each of my shirt buttons open and shrug it off my shoulders. “Spread your legs wider, darling,” I demand.
Her cheeks flush pink, but she obeys me, biting her lower lip, her eyes locked onto me.
“Pull those pretty lace panties to the side and let me see that perfect little pussy of yours.”
She slides her hand over her stomach, between her legs, and hooks her fingers into her panties. She pulls them to the side and a low, dangerous growl rumbles through me as I rip my pants open and free my cock just as the vein throbs along the shaft and I fight the urge to explode at the sight of her perfection.
Her pussy is glistening with the wetness of her desire.
