Page 62 of Obsession of the Bratva

I swallowed. “Maybe.”

“Maybe?”

“Maybe I got tired of being ignored. You are getting rather good at doing that, I am afraid.”

Something flashed across his face. It was not anger but quite the opposite, actually. His hand settled beside mine on the desk. Close enough for warmth. Close enough to make my heart stutter. I swallowed deeply, suddenly feeling a lot smaller in front of him.

“Nico.”

His name escaped before I could stop it, and the sound affected him instantly. I saw it. Felt it. The air thickened, and his gaze darkened. Every nerve ending in my body woke up.

“You should leave, Vera.”

I laughed softly. “You don’t mean that. You don’t even want that.”

“No.” The honesty surprised both of us.

For a moment, we simply stared at each other, and then he reached up. His fingers brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. The touch was impossibly gentle, and my eyes closed automatically. God. I had missed him. Not just physically, but everything about him, from his voice to his presence, and especially the way he looked at me. The way he always made the rest of the world disappear.

When I opened my eyes again, he was watching me, and the expression on his face nearly destroyed my remaining self-control. Because for one brief second, he looked exactly like the man I had fallen in love with.

Just Nico. My Nico.

The realization hit hard, and judging by the look in his eyes, he felt it too. The next few seconds happened very quickly. My hand found his shirt while his hand found my waist, and the distance between us fully disappeared. His lips landed on mine like he needed them to breathe, and I kissed him just as hungrily. Just as passionately.

For us, the world ceased functioning properly. Everything narrowed.

His mouth. His hands. His heartbeat beneath my palms. The familiar electricity exploded back to life between us, stronger than before. More dangerous and desperate. Weeks of tension ignited all at once as everything crashed together.

The rest of the world vanished. Nothing existed except us. Nothing existed except the impossible gravity that always seemed to pull us back together, no matter how hard we tried to stay apart.

“I promised myself I would not go down this route with you again,” he whispered against my lips before his tongue entered my mouth again, teasing and exploring.

“Promises like these are meant to be broken, Nico.”

He turned me around in one swift motion until I was facing the desk, and he stood right behind me. I could feel his erection over my hip, which only made me wetter than I already was. I wanted to feel him inside me. I wanted him to fuck me.

“You make it impossible for me to stay away from you,” he whispered in my ear, his teeth grazing torturously over my earlobe.

“I plan to do exactly that for the rest of my life,” I replied, immediately realizing what I had just said.

Nico’s hands stilled on my waist, but only for a second. The very next moment, his fingers slid inside my panties, running over my wet pussy. I moaned loudly, my back arching at his touch, and he continued fucking me with his fingers.

“I… want your… dick,” I croaked out between whispers, and within seconds he had me bent over the desk.

“At your service, my love.”

I heard his zipper going down right after he lifted my dress, pushing the black lacy panties I was wearing to one side. Nico didn’t wait for another second. I felt his hardness drive up inside me in one quick motion, and I shouted his name as both pain and pleasure filled me. He was thick and hard and everything I needed.

“Oh god, why do you get tighter every time we fuck,” he whispered, slowly sliding outside of me before going right back inside.

“Fuck,” I cried out, not caring about anything else in the moment.

He continued fucking me, both of us lost in each other’s bodies. A loud noise from somewhere in the distance suddenly interrupted us, but Nico kept driving in and out of me like it didn’t matter. It was his phone ringing, but I was glad that he didn’t care about it. I didn’t want him to stop. I never wanted him to stop.

“Do you like it, Vera?” his warm voice filled my ears, reminding me how much I enjoyed it when he talked dirty. It only made me wetter.

“I love it,” I moaned softly, thrusting my hips to match his pace.