Page 28 of The Bratva's Virgin


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“We… we can't do this.”

He didn't seem pleased with me telling him what to do. His frown was etched deep into the perfect outlines of his face. “You do understand you’re in no position to decide what I can or cannot do.”

I chewed on my lips and his eyes followed the motion. “Your girlfriend.”

Something flickered in his eyes. Light and sparkly, like a hint of amusement. He hooked his index finger under my chin and pulled out my lip from between my teeth with his thumb.

“I don't have a girlfriend,” he stated calmly, and I searched his eyes.

“But that night?”

“You were eavesdropping?” the amusement in his eyes was clearer now.

I felt like an idiot. Of course, that’s what it was. I eavesdropped and unknowingly admitted it, not bothering to think about how it sounded out loud. It made me look needy and wanting. Like I cared what he did, or who he was with.

But I didn’t. I really didn’t.

“I—”

“She’s nobody.” His eyes held mine and the hairs on my skin rose when he reached behind and slid off the black scrunchie from my hair. My hair poured down my shoulder and he wound the tips around his fist, jerking my head backward. “There’s only you, kitten.”

“Kitten?”

I felt his smile on my neck and his fingers traced the curve of my butt to the valley between my legs. The sparks drifted straight to my sex, and I clasped my thighs together.

He forced them open and slipped his hand under the loose shorts to my panties. My eyes fluttered when he pushed the fabric aside and dragged his thumb through my wetness before sliding a finger into me. “Has no one ever told you; you soundlike a fucking cat,” he growled. “And tonight, I’m going to make you purr so loud until you scream my fucking name.”

He rubbed my clit in a circular motion and white dots formed in my eyes. I was soaking wet. For him.

“Oh God.”

HE and I didn’t exactly have the best relationship. But if He heard me, he had to know Iwastruly sorry I called his name for something as profane as this.

But I couldn’t help it; his fingers were warm and felt so good. It made me want,needhim even more.

I should have felt insulted. He called me a cat. Not my favorite animal.

But in the moment, nothing had ever sounded so hot,sosexy.Hemade me want to purr. I squirmed, bucked my hips—burning to have more of him. His grip on my hair loosened and he found my mouth with his.

I’d never been kissed before. Except if I counted the sloppy wet smack silly Joseph gave me in sophomore year. After that, I swore off men’s lips.

But this...thiswas nothing I’d ever experienced. His lips tasted even better than I’d secretly imagined after that night I tried to escape.

It was lazy and sweet, at first. Tasting, teasing, and I moaned into his hot mouth. Then, he intensified, ravaging my mouth as if it were the last meal on earth. A growl resounded in his chest as our tongues met in one hot sweep.

He cupped my ass, lifting my legs to his waist, and carried me to his bed.

I was too immersed to concentrate. Too intoxicated with arousal to back off now. He dropped me and watched me lean on my hands with half-lidded eyes.

“Take it off.” The unearthly depth in his voice resonated, sending chills down my spine. The metal on his belt clinked ashe unwound it from his waist, and my eyes shot to the black briefs snug against his bulging erection as his pants dropped to his ankles.

I felt charmed, spellbound, and whipped to do this man’s bidding.

There were no more second thoughts, or logical reasoning left in me. I slipped the spaghetti straps off my shoulder. I pulled the fabric down, letting it caress my skin as it slid past my bra and down my waist. His eyes darkened and dilated as he hovered over me.

“Allof it,” he commanded.

With a shudder, I unclasped the bra and rolled off the violated lace panties. He made a tortured noise and muttered some thick Russian words.

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