Page 36 of Shattered Cradle (Makarova Bratva Duet)

The silence extends and in the thick atmosphere of unsaid words, Olivia leans towards me. She puts her hand on my neck and pulls me forward, right into her waiting lips.

The kiss is clumsy at first, but the moment I touch her, she relaxes. She sinks into it, and I do the same.

I lean my seat back at the same time she lifts her leg and climbs over the console into my lap. She straddles me, sitting right on my erection. Her hands graze down my chest.

I reach out and slip a strap of her dress off her shoulder. She shivers, but doesn’t try to hide away or shrink away. For once, she’s living outside of her head.

Free of self-consciousness.

Free of self-doubt.

I run my fingertips over her delicate collarbone and watch as goosebumps erupt in their wake. When I peel down the other strap, her breasts spill free, bigger than ever.

And when I brush over her nipples, she tilts her head back and moans up into the roof of the car.

“If someone drives past us, they’ll see,” I warn.

Olivia arches her back, pressing her breast more firmly into my palm. “Let them see,” she whispers. “Let them all fucking see.”

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OLIVIA

Something inside me has snapped.

My family wants to see my pregnancy as a bad thing, a shame. And no matter how hard I try, I can’t get on board.

Nor do I want to.

Because this child means something to me. She may still be a peanut inside my belly, but I can already see them. I can see blue eyes and dark brown curls. I can see an easy smile and a musical laugh. I can see my precious little angel reach for me with a wail or a happy little gurgle.

Rob, Mia, Mom? They all want her to disappear. The only person who sees her the same way I do…

Ishim.

His hands run over my breasts, flushing my body with pleasure. It’s been so long since I felt good.

A car whizzes past us, just like Aleks warned it would, but I don’t give a damn. The whole world has melted into the background. All that matters isthis.

Aleks peels the top of my dress down my body as his other hand lifts up the skirt until it’s bunched at my waist. I’m tingly all over. Utterly at his mercy—and he knows it.

He can see through me and see me all at the same time.

And that’s the biggest turn-on of all.

Rain drops pepper the roof of the jeep. A trickle at first, then it grows in intensity until it’s a downpour swallowing us up. It drowns out the world. Rinses away everything that doesn’t matter.

I lean down and kiss him desperately. The need for him is burning through me as I press myself harder against him.

Will I regret this tomorrow? Maybe, but I can’t bring myself to care. I’ve never needed comfort more than I do right now.

And I’ve never craved a man like I crave this one.

His cock presses against my thighs, making me moan with want. I lift my hips up so that he can pull my panties down. It’s a tight fit in the car, arms and legs tangled everywhere, but Aleks needs no encouragement or direction.

With one vicious tug, he tears my underwear off of me. I gasp as he throws the scrap of fabric on the seat next to us.

“Was that really necessary?” I scowl.

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