Page 22 of British Bratva: A Russian Mafia Romance

He climbed onto the bike in front of me, and I slipped closer, wrapping my arms around his broad chest, gripping onto the thick leather of his jacket as tight as I could. His narrow hips were between my thighs and if he’d been turned around, he would have had to be inside me because there was no room for anything else. The thought was ridiculous, given our clothes, but I didn’t care. I was hot all over at the thought of him inside me, like my body knew innately that he was supposed to be there.

I nearly came, shuddering against his back when he roared the engine to life and the rumble of the revs shot right through me like a current and I clung on even tighter.

When he pulled away, I slipped forwards in the seat, crushed against him and I had to tense my thighs and cling on even tighter to stop from slipping off.

He went so fast I could feel the wind rushing past us, and my heart raced with the thrill of it when he leaned us into the bends. I could have fallen in love with that motorbike. Maybe even more than I could have fallen for him.

Every rev of the engine went right through me, lighting me up, making my clit tingle and my body crave him.

When we pulled up into the alleyway to the side of the hotel he kissed me again, more thoroughly than I’d ever been kissed in my life, making me whimper and groan. I was wet for him, so ridiculously wet that I could feel my knickers were soaking inside my jeans.

Maxim

Elizabeth looked all shook up from the ride, flushed and windswept and gorgeous and pale.

I was too hard to think straight. All I could do was grab for her and claim her mouth up against the wall of the building where she worked and Elizabeth arched into me, her heartbeat fluttering against my chest and her hands clawing at me with the same desperation I felt.

I needed her to know that I wanted her for more than just what she had on Sutherland.

There was only one way I could think to do that.

There in the alleyway, she let me wriggle my hand into the front of her jeans, and she bucked against me groaning and gritting her teeth as she tried to stem the way she was moaning.

“Oh God, I wanted this. In the ring. I wanted this so much.” She kissed me back harder, pushing against my lips and I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth, pressing my teeth down into the skin until she pulled back.

My thumb rubbed over her damp knickers, stroking her through the fabric and she let out the smallest, open mouthed gasp. I kissed along her throat as she swallowed, and she groaned again, her eyes going heavy lidded as she looked at me.

“I haven’t congratulated you yet, Sugar.”

She grabbed me by the wrist, and before I knew it, she’d dragged me in through the fire door of the hotel, and into a laundry room.

Her roses dropped on top of a heap of blue commercial laundry sacks as I stepped wide, straddled her thighs, leaning her back against the door and she unsnapped the top button of her jeans, already wiggling them down her hips.

I didn’t touch mine. This was all about her.

Without further warning, I dropped to my knees, burying my face in against her and letting my tongue flicker out against her swollen sex. Slowly, I trailed a circle around the hardened bud of her clit.

Elizabeth let out a sound halfway like she was being strangled and her hands gripped my shoulders, and the short strands of my hair. She was breathless, and I intended to keep her that way.

I let out a huff of a laugh, diving back in to sweep my broad tongue over her sweet-salty skin, delving in deep between her folds.

She was wet and hot and perfect and I loved the taste of her, slick like the ocean. I rutted my nose in hard against her, and her whole body shimmered with pleasure, her tight walls clenching around my thrusting tongue as I pushed in more forcefully against her, making her hips buck.

Nothing was going to make me stop until she came apart completely.

Elizabeth

My eyes rolled back in my head and I struggled to catch my breathing against the influx of sparks racing through my body with every talented twitch of Maxim’s tongue.

Just the thought of what he was doing with his mouth made me flush all over. It was dirty hot and I never, ever thought a tongue could feel so good, but his was perfect.

Right when I thought I couldn’t take any more, his tongue slid over me again, tracing some kind of pattern I couldn’t even figure out and my whole body convulsed in slow waves that I had no control over. I didn’t want any.

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