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I can’t believe my mind is even going there. Here I am in the most gigantic mess of my life. I just lost my father and I’m tied to a Bratva boss who is pinning me against a wall with his hand around my throat. I know he could snap me in half if he wanted to, which should scare me even more. But it has me turned on, instead. When I drop my eyes to his lips, he licks them, and I swear that my pussy goes so wet, I’m worried the stain is going to be visible from a mile away.
Something flickers in his eyes, like he understood something. The corner of his lips twitch and it’s as if a tiny smile is playing at his mouth. His hand loosens its grip beneath my chin, but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, his fingers trail down my jawline, sending shivers through me. My lips tingle in anticipation as he leans in closer. By the time he lowers his mouth toward mine, I’m literally not breathing.
It’s like he sees right into the core of my soul.
He knows how I’m reacting to him.
His lips are even closer to mine now, and I’m a mush. Especially the area between my legs. And though I still don’t understand what’s happening with my body, I no longer care. This is it; my first real kiss. And it’s with the last person I ever expected... or wanted. But at this moment, none of it seems important anymore. Maybe it’s all the tension that has built up in me today. Maybe it’s a giant “fuck you” to my father for shielding me all my life, just to keep my price up for that auction. Maybe I really am screwed up in the head. I no longer care about any of it. All that matters is the electricity I’m feeling and the desire pooling in my belly.
Holy shit.
I want this man.
For a while, there is nothing, aside from the weight of the air between us and the sound of our hoarse breaths. Then his mouth brushes against mine. Softly at first, testing the waters before his tongue flicks out and licks along the seam of my lips. And, God help me... I want him to take me here and now. My body suddenly throbs in a way I never thought I’m capable of. Especially the area between my thighs.
A soft moan escapes my lips and it’s like I’m no longer in control of my own body. Not that I’m resisting anymore. I just allow this experience to happen as it should. And he surely knows what he’s doing. It shows in every stroke of his tongue against mine as he explores every nook and cranny of my mouth.
By the time he raises his head, I’m panting like I just ran a marathon. And him? He’s smirking. And somehow, he’s backed me away from the wall, and we’ve bumped up against the edge of his bed. He just continues to smirk.
He’s such a dick!
Too bad I want him too much to care about that. But my thoughts are confirmed when he speaks.
“Strip,” he says to me.
“What?” I go stiff, certain I misheard him.
“You heard me.”
Strip?
He can’t be serious.
“I…” I look around, still in a daze after that mind-numbing kiss. “What?” I say again.
“Strip, little bird,” He reaches for the front of my shirt and begins to tug it out of the top of my pants.
Oh, hell no!
I suddenly want to oppose him again. Sure, he might have me turned on like never before, and he may have turned my pussy into a boiling pool of desire, but I’m not going to let him think that he can just treat me like his personal sextoy.
“Fuck you!” My hand flies up sharply. I shove against his chest, trying to push him away. “You can go screw yourself.”
He chuckles; another of those dark rumbles that zings straight to my clit. “There's my girl.”
“I’m not your anything, you bastard!” My chest heaves as I glare at him. When I shove him again, he looks amused.
“Is that how you talk to your future husband, Ptichka?” His voice drips with sarcasm.
I narrow my eyes at him, fighting back a thousand insults that I know will get me into trouble. “Don’t touch me,” I hiss out between gritted teeth instead. “I’m not interested in any of your “husband” bullshit. And I don’t want you anywhere near me.” It’s a lie. A big one. I want him near me more than I ever wanted anyone. I can feel the heat of his body against mine, and it’s making me burn in a way that’s entirely new and exciting to me.
He steps closer, right into my space, until we’re practically touching again. If I could feel his heat before, it’s almost soaking into my cells now.
“Is that really what you want?” he growls into my ear. It’s low and dangerous. My chest heaves against his as I try to catch my breath.
“Yes! No! I mean… I” I choke out, wishing my voice wasn’t shaking.
“Let’s find out, then.” Without warning, his hand shoots out and grips my chin roughly, angling my face upward to meet his. Our lips are merely an inch apart when our gazes lock - his eyes filled with hunger and dominance. He’s going to kiss me again, and I’m powerless to stop him. And somehow, that makes this all the more appealing.
