Page 144 of Lies He Told Me (Bratva Crime Syndicate 1)

There’s no time for me to respond, because the next second, his lips are sealing around my nipple.

Pleasure warms out in all directions. Oh, wow.

His one hand cups my other breast, while his other caresses my ass. Oh, yeah.

His tongue laps all around the nub of my breast and, with the slightest amount of pressure, his teeth scrape me into ecstasy. “Oh, fuck.”

His mouth moves to my other breast, circling and circling the nipple. Until he’s tonguing it and his fingers are pressing into my clit, over the fishnet, pulling the fabric tight so its edges bite into my pussy.

Oh my fucking God …

He rips my panties off, pulls down his pants, and, finally, finally, fina-fucking-ly, enters me.

“Yes!” I groan.

The impact is so hard it sends the desk shaking. Already, my body is buckling with the pleasure, my orgasm trembling in me, ready.

“Fuck,” Gavril pants. “Fucking right.”

I can only moan as his cock drives into me deeper. Another in-out slam into the hard wood of his desk and I’m about to lose it.

“Who’s mine?” he rasps as he slams into me again, grabbing a fistful of my hair so our foreheads are brought together.

“Me,” I gasp, as my whole body resounds with it—the truth, the knowing—that I’m his. Every atom, every nerve, every part, even my orgasm now—is his, his, his, his.

And then I’m shaking and remade, falling into him. Everything is woozy.

“I’m not finished with you yet,” he growls.

It’s true. Far from it.

He turns me around, and fucks me into the desk from behind, slamming into me with an intensity that literally brings me to my knees. On the hardwood floor, we clutch each other, our bodies clasping tighter and tighter. Until my vision is red again and I’m there, coming, there, onlymore—because Gavril’s still going, spilling into me, filling me, so very entirely filling me.

And then we’re coming, as one, as us, and it’s fucking glorious.

I don’t know how long passes before it’s over and we’re one breathing-in-tune aftermath.

“I love you,” he whispers.

“I love you,” I whisper back.

* * *

I wake up somewhere new. The pillow feels like memory foam, the blanket over top of me like velvet. The first thing I see is Gavril, gazing at me lovingly.

I roll so my back is to him. “Anyone ever tell you that watching someone while they sleep is creepy?”

He kisses my back, where my neck meets my shoulders. “Can’t help it.” His arms wrap around me and he presses me to him tightly. I tense up. Even without him saying a word, I can sense it: something’s wrong.

“What is it?” I ask.

“It’s time for me to go.”

The tension in my shoulders relaxes, although still my whole body recoils from the thought: Gavril leaving …ugh.

“Before my morning question?” I say instead.

“After, of course. Let’s hear it.”

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