Page 33 of Forcibly Sold to the Bratva
She stirs, and I go still, hoping she’ll go back to sleep before she realizes I have my arm draped across her like this.
Her body shifts subtly against mine, and I bite back a groan when it’s clear she might feel my cock if she wakes up. I’m about to pull away when she turns in my arms, and her eyelashes flutter over her cheeks as she opens her sleepy eyes to look at me.
“You let me go,” she murmurs, nestling closer like this is the most natural way to wake up.
“I did.” My voice sounds gruff.
Her eyes drop to my lips, then slide back up. “I don’t know whether to thank you or be annoyed that you handcuffed me in the first place.”
“How about we forget that ever happened? Think you can show me that small mercy?” I ask and gently slide a strand of her hair behind her ear.
She smiles and doesn’t move away.
What the hell is happening here?
Can’t she see how dangerously close we are? How increasingly difficult it is for me not to slide my hands up that dress, down her back, up her neck, until I have it all off?
I try to stifle a groan, but I’m so lost in those beautiful eyes that remind me of the ocean, of our time together, of how I drown in her presence and I think she hears me because the next thing I know, she’s sliding her hand over my waist, inchingcloser, angling her face up at me with those doe-eyes filled with desire matching mine until her lips are inches away from mine.
And I…snap.
“Fuck, Arina,” I moan as I reach toward her, my lips brushing against hers for just a moment before pulling back. “This is a bad idea.”
“Then you shouldn’t have slept next to me all night,” she whispers, her voice hoarse, as she cranes her neck to brush her lips against mine.
Any and all restraints I have are cracked, and I find myself unable to hold back. I gasp and slide my hand up her body, feeling the edges of her breasts, moving up her arm until I’m cradling the back of her neck to bring her close until my lips are smashed against hers.
She lets out a moan that gets me even harder, then slides a leg over mine, and I feel her heat burning through my boxers, calling to my cock, and with a growl, I bite into her lower lip.
This kiss isn’t anything like the one we shared at that apothecary store. It’s explosive, dynamic, filled with a greed we’ve both been harboring for far too long, and I can see it in the way her fingers dig into my waist, in the way she parts her lips for me and fights her way into my mouth, curling her tongue around the ridges of my mouth.
She moans into my mouth, soft and low, and it makes me near-dizzy. Her nails dig into my shoulders as she pulls me close, until our bodies are flush against one another’s, and then she pulls out, bites into my lower lip. I groan and bite back, sliding my tongue back into her mouth, tracing her tongue with mine, the blood slowly heating in my body.
Her entire body trembles, and I feel my hardened cock through my boxers.
God, I want her. I want her so bad. And from the way she whimpers against my lips, I know she does, too. I’m starting to consider what it would be like to have more, to admit I want more when there’s a sharp ringing of the bell.
What the hell?
I quickly get off Arina while she adjusts her dress and follows me out. We reach the door when I hear a sharp knock.
“Housekeeping!” calls a voice from the other side.
Arina is about to reach for the door when I grab her hand. She turns to me, and I lift a finger to my lips and shake my head.
Hurriedly, I rush her to the back of the suite, toward the balcony.
“What’s going on?” she asks, wide-eyed.
“I put the do not disturb sign,” I tell her in a whisper. “At a hotel like this…”
The hotel would never override a do-not-disturb sign, especially not at this hour. She pales as she understands. It could be someone dangerous. Someone at our heels.
The bell rings again, and I run into my room.
“Coming! Just in the shower!” I scream as I begin to put on my clothes. I grab our passports, my phone, and wallet, and rush back to Arina.
Behind me, I hear the door handle turning. They’re trying to get in. Slowly, I slide open the door to the balcony, which leads out to the gardens out back.
