Page 27 of Bratva Bride

I should probably be insulted that he called me bitch, but I wasn’t. I am a bitch. And proud of it.

“If I’m getting what I need from you, I don’t see why I’d need to get it somewhere else too.”

“And by getting what you need you mean?”

He cupped my pussy roughly and I gasped in shock.

Jesus fucking Christ.

“This. This is what I need. I am a red-blooded man, Illayana. I need sex. If this is going to be a proper marriage, one where we stay faithful to one another, are you going to give me what I want, when I want it?”

“That depends.”

He ground the palm of his hand against my clit and I moaned. He stepped close, his breath hot on my skin as he nuzzled my neck. “Depends on what?” he breathed.

“How good you are at it.”

He chuckled again and ran his tongue up the side of my neck, capturing my earlobe in his mouth. He tugged slightly with his teeth and I shuddered. “I don’t think that will be an issue,kotenok.”

Why did he keep calling me kitten?

“From the goosebumps on your skin, the flush in your cheeks, the way your breathing has increased, I’d say you’d agree, wouldn’t you?” His free hand travelled up my body and collared my throat again, unleashing another moan from my lips. He chuckled. “Oh yes, you definitely agree.”

Yeah, I sure fucking did.

My body begged for his touch, passion heating my blood and making me so fucking hot I just wanted to tear his clothes off right now and fuck him on my bedroom floor. I felt dizzy, lust consuming my entire soul as my heart hammered in my chest. I could feel the bulge in his pants, his cock hard as stone against my leg. I wanted nothing more than to grab it, feel it throb in my hand, to play with it and hear him moan. There’s nothing sexier than a man moaning in pleasure.

With one final tug on my earlobe, he released me, pulling away from my body. I missed the contact instantly. "So, will you be my wife?" he asked seductively, his eyes filled with desire.

I looked at the man in front of me. Really looked. His unbelievably good looks and his fun and mischievous personality would make it sooooo easy to be his wife. I mean, I'd be fucking crazy to say no right? By the way my body was buzzing I knew we were sexually compatible, at least on my side. Not only that, but the realisation that I would be married to the head of The Cosa Nostra had my blood bubbling with excitement.

I locked my eyes with his, a similar smirk to his forming on my face. I ran my tongue over my bottom lip, watching as his eyes followed my movements, burning with lust.

His nostrils flared and his jaw clenched. Like he was fighting a war within himself to not move.

"I hope you're as badass as they say. You'll need to be to handle me."

ChapterNine

Arturo De Luca

Fuck. She's beautiful. And fierce. And sassy. And . . . shit, my foot is killing me! Did she have to stab me so fucking hard?

Well, you did kind of attack her.

No, I didn't.

Yes, you did. And now you're talking to yourself like a crazy person.

Eh, what else was new?

My eyes locked on her and her beautiful body. My fingers twitched at my side, dying to touch her again. Fuck, it probably wasn’t a good idea to have grabbed her like I did. To feel the heat of her pussy in my hand, to run my tongue over her skin. Now it’s going to be all I can think about until I get the chance to do it again.

But it was important to check our compatibility, to make sure we could mesh well together sexually. I wasn’t lying when I said I needed sex. It was something I would do every day, even if it meant a quick pow wow with one of the random women in my little black book. My life being so full of violence and adrenaline meant I needed a good outlet to unleash it all, and sex was the best one.

I was a dominant fucker in bed. Not ‘Christian Grey’ kinda dominant, but a different kind. The kind that craved control. Liked to give orders. I knew it. The women I fucked knew it, and it was important that Illayana knew it too. Judging by her reaction to me, she didn’t only know it, she liked it.

“Arturo?” Illayana’s soft voice tore me from my thoughts, and I refocused on her.

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