Page 45 of Brooklyn Bratva

My thighs tensed around his sides and I felt myself getting wetter by the second over his show of strength and the rippling, corded muscles in his torso surging against me. My panties were wet against the lips of my pussy, and I groaned as he rutted against me, grinding the heat of his erection in hard against my inner thigh, because it wasn’t close enough. I needed him inside me and I always would.

His lips trailed over my neck, teeth grazing the thin skin with more ferocity than he’d shown before, and I groaned, arching up to meet his mouth. He was like an animal, completely overcome by lust, and I couldn’t get enough of his ferocious passion.

“You’re so bad, Ivan.” Clouded with want and need, my voice came out huskier than I’d ever heard it before in my life. I didn’t care what I sounded like, I was busy clawing at the back of his shirt. I couldn’t get it off him fast enough.

“You like that?”

“God, yes.”

I’d been obsessed with him when I’d seen him as just a cop, but now I knew I was doomed. Something about the danger drew me closer. The thought of him dishing out rough justice, protecting the interests of his Russian comrades whatever the cost was enough to ruin me for all other men, forever.

I couldn’t go back to my old life now. It was him, or nothing.

My hands rounded his shoulders, pushing the arms of his shirt off him and as he shrugged out of it, his holster came into view. I let out a gasp as I realized he’d had that gun on him the entire time. Of course he had. I’d seen him use it at the cafe. But there was something different about knowing he had such a powerful weapon on him when he was on top of me, and I was on my back.

I slid my hand over the butt of the gun, feeling how it fitted into my palm, imagining all the times Ivan had shot it. He looked at me as I closed my hand around it.

“Uh-unh. Not for you.”

Faster than I’d thought he could move, Ivan had my wrist clamped tightly in his grip. I let him pull me up to sit, feigning a struggle against him. With my ankles hooked around his thighs keeping him in as close as I could get him, he had to know the struggle wasn’t real.

“You want to be bad now too?” His voice was gravel against my ear, and it rolled a shiver right through me with the rough physicality of it.

I didn’t care whether he was asking about just now, or forever, because my answer came with the same eager, panted breath.

“God, yes.”

“I don’t think you know how.” He tugged a little harder on my wrist, and I let out a groan of pleasure, feeling my arousal heighten with the twinge of discomfort.

It shouldn’t have turned me on, but it did.

He wrenched my arm behind me, and I sat up tall, right on the edge of the desk, as close as I could get to him. With him standing between my thighs, his cock lined up perfectly against me.

“You’re not bad, Becca.” His eyes held a glint of challenge in them, and I groaned, knowing he wasn’t going to give me what I wanted.

“I could be. For you.”

I spread my legs as much as I could so I could draw him in harder against me. My free hand roved over his chest, pushing his shirt out of the way so I could get to his skin and I trailed my hand lower, dropping to his waistband as I nibbled kisses against his chest, above the neckline of his shirt.

“I could be. Ivan, please.”

I licked my lips, and traced the line of his belt with the tips of my fingers, skirting around his erection until he lets out a low, rumbling growl.

“No one ever tell you it’s not good to tease?”

I bit my lip, looking up at him with a smile I couldn’t hold back. “I’m not teasing.”

His grip on my wrist tightened and my breathing hitched in sharply. All my nerve endings tingled with the promise of his touch. It was addictive, and I couldn’t go a minute more without a hit.

“Turn around. I’ll show you bad.”

Ivan stepped back a single pace, letting my wrist go, and I dropped down onto the floor, eyes trailing his as I turned around, slowly.

“Bend over.”

I didn’t need telling twice.

A thrill went through me as I draped myself over the desk letting the surface take my weight as Ivan’s large hand trailed to my pants. His hands went to the waistband of my pale jeans and he peeled my zipper down. Every notched tooth on the row jolted right through me with the buzz of it coming down.

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