Page 62 of Bound to the Bratva
With a smooth motion, I pick her up and carry her toward the bedroom. Her arms wrap around my neck, her fingers playing with the curls at the back of my head. A shiver runs through me—she knows exactly what that does to me. When we reach the bed, I gently lay her down before crawling over her, my body looming above hers.
Her ice gray eyes look up at me, filled with trust and want. Her fingers work their way across my abdomen again, tracing every line and muscle as if they’re reading a road map made just for her. She hooks her fingers in the loops of my pants, pulling them down my legs until they join my shirt on the floor. Her fingertips then travel upwards, ghosting along my skin as she pulls me closer to her.
Heat flares between us, our bodies pressing against each other in a dance. “God, I fucking need you.”
Everything happens so fast. I take off her clothes in record speed and I’m devouring her, capturing her perfect nipples in my mouth. I give attention to one and then the other, all while lining myself up at her entrance. I have to be inside her.
“Fuck,” she moans as I enter her. The desperation in her voice only adds fuel to the fire burning in my veins. Every stroke is met with another delicious sound from her lips, pushing me closer to the edge. Her legs wrap tightly around my waist, pulling me deeper, and I swear I’ve never felt anything like this.
“Look at me,” I growl, needing to see those eyes filled with pleasure and love. She complies immediately, her icy gaze locking onto mine as I increase the pace. Her gasps and whimpers harmonize with the rhythmic sound of our skin slapping together—music to my fucking ears.
Her nails dig into my back leaving a stinging trail, marking me as hers, just like she is mine, because she is. She’s my wife, the woman I’m very well falling for. The slight bite of pain only heightens the pleasure coursing through every nerve of my body.
Suddenly, her body tightens underneath me, her moans growing louder and more urgent. “I’m right there...I’m so close,”
“Fuck, yes,” I grunt back at her, my thrusts becoming more frantic. She’s so goddamn beautiful, writhing beneath me, her body arching into mine as she chases her release. I can’t even think about all the stress that plagues me any other time. All I’m focusing on is her, us, the connection we have.
Sweat drips from our bodies, slickening our entwined forms and adding to the intoxicating heat between us. Her breath hitches, her thighs tightening around me even more as she teeters on the brink. “Come for me, Aria.” I rasp into her ear, my voice low and guttural.
And then she does, her body convulses violently as her orgasm hits. Her eyes are wide and unguarded as she falls apart beneath me, and it’s the most breathtaking sight I’ve ever seen. She screams my name into the silence of our room, the sound echoing off the walls and marking itself onto every inch of my heart.
Her release is my undoing as well. With a few last desperate thrusts, I empty myself into her and collapse onto her sweat-ridden body.
God, if only I could feel this good all the time.
Twenty-One
Aria
I let out a deep sigh, leaning back in my chair as I log the last of my patient notes. It’s been a long fucking day, but a productive one. The clinical trials I’ve been approved for are truly groundbreaking, and I’m excited to start offering these new treatments to my patients.
Some days I don’t want to be doing this anymore. Being a pediatric oncologist isn’t for the weak. There are good days and bad days. Right now, thank god the good days have been outweighing the bad.
Just as I’m about to shut down my computer, the door to my office bursts open. I whip my head around to see a woman standing there, her striking white hair cascading down her shoulders. She’s as pale as a ghost, her icy blue eyes narrowed as she stares me down.
“Can I help you?” I demand, my heart pounding in my chest.
Who the hell let her back here?
The woman doesn’t answer. Instead, she slowly approaches my desk, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. “No, not really. I’m here to give you a warning, sweetheart. I’m your worst fucking nightmare.” she says, her voice dripping with venom.
I swallow hard, trying to hide my growing anxiety and steel myself. “I don't understand. What do you want from me?”
She huffs, and stalks closer toward me.
“You stole what was mine,” she hisses, slamming her palms down on my desk. “And I’m here to take it back.”
My mind races, trying to figure out what she’s talking about. I wrack my brain, but I can’t think of anything I took from her. I don’t even know who she is. “I’m sorry, but I have no idea what you're talking about,” I say, keeping my voice firm as ever.
The woman narrows her eyes, a cruel smile spreading across her lips. “Oh, I think you do.” She leans in closer, her icy gaze piercing right through me. “And I’m not leaving.”
I take a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. “I’m afraid I can’t help you. Now, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” I motion with my hand toward the door.
The woman laughs, a chilling sound that sends shivers down my spine. “I’m not going anywhere, Aria. You should think about this really hard—who else would come here?”
There’s only one person I think is crazy enough to come into my office—Natalya.
The pale-haired woman circles around my desk, her movements predatory. “You know, Aria, I've been waiting a long time for this moment.” She leans in close, her breath tickling my ear. “To talk to you face-to-face, woman to woman. Did you really think you could just take what was mine and get away with it? I had everything planned out, and that ring on your finger should be on mine.”
