Page 41 of Plus-Size Bride Forced By the Bratva
The air was thick with sexual tension, and I hadn’t realized it at the time, but I was so fucking wet. I wasn’t sure exactly what was turning me on, but I was so aroused that deep down, I found myself eager for his next move.
I craved his touch, his lips against mine, his tongue invading my mouth. He smelled so good that for a split second, I thought about licking his skin. I couldn’t help imagining what it would feel like to have him deep inside me.
In all sincerity, I was hoping to find out—hoping he’d lose control and grab me. Vulnerable, I stood before him, waiting to have my dress ripped apart and my breath stolen by his kiss.
My blood was boiling with desire, my heart beating so loudly in my heaving chest. The longer I held his gaze, the moreI lost myself in a sea of ecstasy. I wanted him so badly that I felt my nipples harden at the mere thought of his body on me.
When I glanced down at his erection, printed beneath his tailored pants, a cold shiver ran down my spine. Something cracked open inside me, and for the very first time, I was ready to surrender to him, to submit my mind, soul, and body.
I was ready to be claimed—to be owned—to have my pussy fucked like never before. Rough. Hard. And without mercy.
Fuck, I was so high. So fuckin’ horny!
However, Lev gave me the biggest shock of all time. He walked away. He fucking walked away and left me hanging.
What in the actual fuck?!
I wasn’t sure whether I was more furious at him for walking away, or at myself for wanting him not to. I craved him so much, and he ended up disappointing me.
Relief—that was what I was supposed to feel when I saw that he didn’t make any funny moves that night. And honestly, a few days ago, I probably would have been relieved by his decision. Not now that things have changed between us.
What happened two nights ago—or almost happened but didn’t—was proof enough that we both were attracted to each other. I had tried to mask mine with defiance, anger, and stubbornness, but obviously, it didn’t work.
I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about this man or what might have happened if he hadn’t pulled away. It was just a spark at first, then it turned into a flame—which he fanned—and now, it wouldn’t stop burning.
Even after two days, that fire he’d ignited still threatened to consume me. Every glance at him or from him since that night felt different—heavier. I’d caught him staring at me multiple times when he thought I wasn’t looking.
Neither of us had addressed the elephant in the room, but our silence spoke volumes. In his eyes was the same spark from the other night, bright and lustful.
It was maddening how aware I’d become of him—the subtle pauses in his movements when I was near, the sound of footsteps, and the unmistakable scent of his cologne.
For a while, I convinced myself that this awareness was solely because he was a dangerous man and I needed to stay alert.
Lies.
Was he dangerous? Yes.
Was that the reason for this sudden awareness of him I’d developed? Hell no!
In fact, I was drawn to that danger—toward the darkness that wrapped around him like silk. My mind was no longer warning me to stay away, to steer clear of him like a plague. No. Instead, it was doing the exact opposite; it was curious about what it would feel like to have his lips on mine and his hands all over my body.
At breakfast this morning, when he quietly passed me the salt, his hand brushed against mine. A jolt of electricity surged through my blood, and the heat in my cheeks betrayed me.
The tension between us was heavier than it had ever been. And this time, it wasn’t because I hated him or because he enjoyed watching me suffer. It was because we both felt something dark and powerful that neither of us was willing to surrender to.
Personally, I was frustrated by constantly wanting someone I couldn’t have, and it was driving fucking crazy. This was the first time that I’d ever craved someone so much to the point that I could no longer think straight.
Lev had been occupying my thoughts, and all I’d done these past two days was think about him. I had imagineddifferent ways that night could have gone—what might have happened if he hadn’t chickened out at the last minute.
The more I fed my mind with those crazy thoughts, the more I wanted him. I’d seen the size of his cock, and now I couldn’t unsee it. I could only imagine how it would feel to have that big cock stretch me out.
Tonight, I was lying on the bed, facing the ceiling, and wishing he were right here with me. I clutched his pillow to my chest, inhaling the scent of his cologne. It was so intoxicating that it fueled my desire, making me more and more vulnerable with each second.
Lev hadn’t come home from work yet. Or maybe he had and was working in his study as usual. But whatever the case, I had the room all to myself. That realization quickened my pulse and heartbeat as my hand slowly slid down my body.
Don’t do it, Ravyn. Don’t do it,a small voice whispered in my head.If you go down that path, there’s no turning back.
I ignored the voice, tossed the pillow aside, and dared to rest my hand over the fabric of my underpants. My heart was racing in my heaving chest, my breath too difficult to catch.
