Page 45 of Forced By an Obsessive Bratva Stalker

I dared to lean in, my face mirroring hers until our lips were inches apart. She didn’t push me away. Instead, she stood there, frozen in place, probably stuck between your lust and the urge to resist me.

Her fresh breath was warm against my skin, and the look in her eyes told me she wanted me as badly as I wanted her.

“Anton…” she breathed, searching my eyes as her hands settled on my chest.

“Do I make you uncomfortable?” I asked her in the same quiet tone she’d used on me.

“Kind of,” she whispered.

“I can step away if you want.” I reached out, tucking her hair behind her ear.

She flinched at my touch. Not with disgust or irritation. But with the kind of fear that indicated she wasn’t sure what would happen if I kept this up.

“What’re you doing?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I wanna kiss you,” I said directly and unapologetically.

She huffed—the nervous kind. “You’ve got some balls, Anton.”

“Truer words have been spoken.”

A pause.

“And if I say no?”

“Then I’ll back away.”

Another pause, her eyes still boring into mine as if searching for something.

“You claim you wanna kiss me, yet you keep your hands to yourself.”

A small grin lined a corner of my mouth. “I won’t touch you without your permission, Miss Bennett.”

“That’s a first.” Her brows slowly arched, and a hint of shock flashed across her gaze. “Most men don’t give a shit about permission.”

“This will sound cliché, but… I’m not like most men.”

Her cheeks flushed a faint shade of pink. “So you’re telling me that if I refuse you, you’ll back off?”

“Yes.”

Her gaze dropped to my groin like she was drinking in the shape of my boner. “Even with that already erect?”

“Yes,” I replied. “It doesn’t matter how badly I want you. If you don’t want me back, it’s not worth it.”

“Wow,” she murmured under her breath. “That’s…considerate.”

Aria took my hands and placed them both on her waist while staring into my eyes. “Does this count as giving you permission?” she whispered against my skin.

“It does,” I replied with the same tone.

Slowly, I pulled her to myself, the print of my erection brushing against her lap. She bit her lower lip, her chest heaving with labored breaths. I slid my hands down the low of her back and began massaging her ass.

Aria reached up to kiss me, and within the next second, our lips collided in a slow, heated kiss. Heads tilted to the rhythm of our passion as tongues invaded our mouths. She threw her arms around my neck and pulled her waist closer against my groin.

Our kiss deepened, her quiet moans sending shivers down my spine. I held her hips with one hand with the other, I dared to fondle her breasts over the fabric of her top. One at a time.

The more fervently we devoured each other’s lips, the more I felt my composure slipping away. In a split second, she broke the kiss and pulled away, her eyes wide with insatiable need.