Page 41 of Forced & Owned By the Bratva Boss

Her breathing turns shallow and warm against my throat. She’s so close that all I’d have to do to kiss her is lower my head.

I catch the faint scent of her shampoo, feel the warmth radiating from her body through the thin fabric separating us, and every ounce of restraint I’ve clung to over the past few days begins to splinter. I’ve spent every waking moment trying not to think about her, trying not to remember what it felt like to kiss her, to hold her, to almost lose her.

It’s a losing battle.

My gaze drops to her lips. They’re so pink, full, a little pouty, and basically begging for me to kiss her.

Audrey is a temptation I can’t resist. I tried my best when I thought she was back in my life on a mission, but now that I know she isn’t, whatever was holding me back finally lets go completely.

Slowly, I lift one hand from her waist and tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, my knuckles grazing the softness of her cheek. She doesn’t pull away. She doesn’t speak.

She just looks at me, and I can see the need and anticipation building in those beautiful hazel eyes.

My forehead brushes hers, and then the distance between us disappears as I close my eyes and capture her lips with mine.

Fuck.

Her lips are soft and delicious. The taste of them awakens something primal, needy, and possessive inside of me. I wrap my arms tighter around her and kiss her harder.

She freezes for a moment, pressing her hand softly against my chest, but she slowly unclenches her teeth and lets me in, kissing me back with the same intensity.

When she moans into my mouth, I finally snap.

One minute we’re both standing at the center of the room, devouring each other’s lips, and the next minute her legs are straddled around my waist as I carry her to the bed and drop her down gently.

We don’t break our kiss, not even as I climb on top of her and shrug off my jacket, tossing it to the floor.

Her fingers find the buttons of my shirt, and soon I’m stripped down to only my pants, her fingers exploring the muscles on my chest and abs before finally settling on my biceps.

I cup her cheek, lift one of her thighs, and let my fingers dig into her flesh as I kiss her.

Shit, I fucking missed this.

I missed the feeling of her beneath me, kissing me this hard. No woman I’ve been with in the year we spent apart has ever brought me this close to heaven. Only her.

Audrey.

My wife.

Mine.

I’m careful not to hurt her injured shoulder as I pull down the thin straps of the nightgown she’s wearing. Her breasts bounce free, her nipples hard and pink, and goosebumps scatter all over her naked flesh.

My cock throbs at the sight of her magnificent boobs. They’re full and perky, so beautiful that any man would lose his senses just seeing them.

Cupping one of them, I tease the nipple while taking the other one into my mouth.

Her cries of pleasure only fuel the fire burning inside me, a heat that’s been building for a long, agonizing year.

She arches into my touch, her breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps that echo softly in the quiet room.

And she smells so intoxicating—like lavender and jasmine, mixed with vanilla and spice. Everything about this woman brings me to the edge of losing my fucking mind.

How the hell did I ever control myself around her?

I shift my weight, gliding up her body and grinding my chest against hers, letting her feel the ache of my desire against her thigh. “You feel that, baby?” I murmur breathlessly. “That’s how much I want you. That’s how insane I am over you.”

Her breath hitches. She wraps her hand around my cock, pumping it slowly and gently, until the pulse I feel there is almost physical.