Page 21 of British Bratva: A Russian Mafia Romance

“Delete this. Now.”

I didn’t care that the child was quaking. The last thing I needed was my picture turning up on the internet, kissing the daughter of the man who was shortly going to go missing. Someone might recognize me, though that was doubtful given how carefully I kept my face out of the press. Whatever the motives, my employers would be less than impressed, and this was none of their business. Elizabeth was mine.

I opened the picture out with a jab of my fingers on the screen, and deleted it with a glare, swiping through the rest to make sure there were no others.

“It’s only for the school paper!”

“I don’t care, luv.”

Elizabeth’s hand on my arm drew me back and I went gladly, folding into her again as she guided my jaw back down so she could reach my lips. I felt her draw a breath in, and her eyes fluttered open, long lashes deer-like and beautiful. That smile was the prize I’d been waiting for. I couldn’t wait to get her alone.

“Are they all still looking?”

She glanced over her shoulder and back to me. “Yes. Do you care?”

“Not in the slightest.”

“Good.”

She stretched up on her toes as I leaned down to meet her. With the power of a wrestling move, her arms came up around my shoulders, hands around my neck, clinging on tight as my mouth closed over hers, lips firm and tongue seeking entrance. She let out a perfect moan against my lips, and her back arched under the palms of my hands, driving her body closer in against mine.

I never wanted to let her go and from the way she groaned when I pulled back enough to catch my breath, I knew she felt the same way.

The heat that flared through us was undeniable. Elizabeth’s fingers tightened in my hair and it was all I could do not to start stripping her clothes off right in the middle of the street.

My balls were so heavy and so ready, and I was painfully hard inside my jeans. She was going to kill me. The imprint of my zipper could well have become a permanent feature.

CHAPTER 8

Elizabeth

Maxim scooped me up in his arms as though I weighed nothing at all, and I let him lift me over his shoulder fireman style, his arms around my arse, making me want to wriggle and writhe just so he’d touch me all the more.

I was laughing, trying to make sure my bag didn’t come off and my flowers didn’t get damaged. Most of all I was clinging onto him, utterly rocked by the strength of him hidden so casually underneath his t-shirt and dark jeans.

I practically wet myself when I saw him standing there waiting for me. Someone should have called the police because, never mind him being some kind of spy for the Russian mob, it had to be illegal to stand outside an all girls’ school looking like every single fantasy I’d ever had. His black leather jacket was worn soft and his hair was messed up because of the helmet he had balanced on his hip. I wasn’t surprised he’d been attracting attention.

The only thing running through my head was that he was there waiting for me. And I didn’t know what the hell I was going to do about it.

Kissing him was the most natural thing in the world. I wasn’t ready for it to end, but it had to.

He set me down on the back of his bike. I let go of him with a groan and he handed me a helmet out of the lockbox on the back. When I looked at him like he was crazy, he pushed it down onto my head.

“I’m taking you to work.”

“You are?” I’d have sacked it off in a heartbeat, let him drag me somewhere private so I could peel his clothes off. My knickers were slick with my excitement and I was tingling all over, desperately ready for him. It physically hurt that we had to separate.

“I am. You don’t want to argue with the Russians Elizabeth.”

“You speak for all of them now, do you?”

“Over here? Right now? You better believe it, sweetheart.”

I’d been right. Yesterday had only made me want him so much more. It had been so foolish to think otherwise. Kissing him opened the door on everything, and I didn’t think I was ever going to get enough. The first time he touched me in the ring, I was his forever.

I couldn’t blame the girls at school for staring. The chemistry between us was insane. I’d never believed lust could be so strong, but there was no denying this.

The erection he’d had rammed up hard against my belly felt huge and I couldn’t wait to get acquainted with it. Would he let me put it in my mouth? I hoped so, because I was salivating thinking about getting to taste more of him.

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