Page 44 of Claim Me (Dmitriyev Bratva #2)

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Marissa’s fear had been palpable. I’d seen the moment of terror in her glistening green eyes just before she’d tried to hide it.

Fuck me, I was still so furious that I hadn’t noticed her reaction at first. How dare that motherfucker Popov and his clown for a son come into a meeting still believing they were going to leave with a wife for Rurik in tow.

Exhaling, I wondered if the fear I’d seen in her eyes had been her first full comprehension of just how dangerous the situation was.

No, something was still off.

Just the way she’d darted her eyes across the room had been a clear indication she believed someone was watching her. My hackles remained raised.

Orders had been commanded to ensure not a single one of the motherfuckers had remained.

Given her reaction, I’d say a plant had been hiding in plain sight long before the meeting. I’d enlisted Ryker and Simon to investigate. Now it was my responsibility to keep her safe.

The slight ping of the elevator barely registered in my mind. I’d spent the better part of the last thirty minutes with my eyes locked on the most beautiful woman in the casino. Every look at her beautiful face ripped air from my lungs.

Change was never good, at least not in the life I’d created. I preferred everything organized and finite, easily accessible and difficult to manipulate. Yet right now, everything involving Marissa was messy and wild.

Her laughter allowed me another opportunity to see another side of her even though throughout the night, I’d captured whispers of sadness crushing her spirit.

Haunted and uncertain, she was behaving like a warrior, refusing to bow down to her grief or the fear I sensed had already come close to consuming her.

As the doors to the elevator slowly opened, I noticed something different in her intense stare. An undeniable spark of deep yearning that required satisfaction.

She wanted to be touched.

Kissed.

Adored.

Cherished.

Two of the four were not things I’d been known for. Yet that’s exactly what I wanted to provide, allowing her to forget if only for tonight.

With no one else in the steel box, I pushed her inside and against the back wall.

She tilted her head, her long eyelashes skimming the shimmer cascading across her cheeks.

My cock turned to stone, pressing against my trousers.

In her eyes was sheer delight. She was also experiencing the same bolts of electricity that had wrapped around us during the excitement of her wins.

“You’re my lucky charm,” she cooed and pressed her hands against my chest.

“Maybe so. A nice haul for your first gambling experience. What are you going to do with thirty thousand dollars?”

“I don’t know. Do you have any ideas?” Every moan was delectable, fueling an uncontrollable need.

“I have plenty of those.” As the doors finally closed behind us, I reached for the button of the floor where our suite was located. The surprise was far too appealing to let slide.

I pressed the stop button, the elevator immediately thudding to a halt.

“What are you doing?” Her question laced with uncertainty, she peered at me with the same tenacity she’d held in the estranged meeting with Popov.

“Whatever I want.”

If nothing else, the meeting had proven that my life would continue to be wrought with peril, the level of danger much worse when guided by a weakness. Yet here I was ready to express the intense hunger that refused to be denied.

She shifted back and forth on her heels, darting a look toward the doors.

“No one can bother us.”

“What about the fire department?”

“We have time. Just enough time.” I crowded her space as I’d done before, yet this time was different. The moment fucking mattered; it wasn’t just about sating my desire. Three times now I’d laid claim to her when doing so wasn’t my right.

I planted one hand on the wall beside her and her gaze trailed from my hand down my arm, subtly lowering to the thick bulge between my legs. With my other hand, I grazed the edge of her jaw and rolled the tip of my index finger around her partially open lips.

“Please,” she begged, but the truest form of pleading was being done by the look in her glassy eyes.

I allowed my finger to slide between her breasts, caught in the sheer indulgence as she whispered my name. I pressed my lips against her cheek, feeling every vibration as her body shuddered. As I brushed my mouth to her ear, allowing my hand to wander down her side, she trembled in anticipation.

“Do you want this?”

Her laugh was clipped as her lovely face twisted in agony. “Yes. Oh, God, yes.”

My fingers crawled down her legs, curling around the material of her dress.

Her eyelashes still fluttering across both cheeks, she rubbed the flat of her hand down my chest to my belt.

“I know what you need and you know I’m the only man capable of giving it to you.”

“Uh-huh.” When she gripped both lapels of my jacket, arching her body as she pulled me closer, my thoughts became sadistic. “Now, shut up and kiss me.”

With her back arched, her lips dangerously close to mine, there was nothing more I wanted than to fulfill her wish.

I crushed my mouth over hers and slipped the hem of her dress up past her thighs.

She didn’t fight me, instead rolling one arm over my shoulder.

Her fingers were nimble and within seconds, she managed to unfasten my belt, unzipping my trousers.

The tender moment was lost, replaced with something more carnal in design.

Her long fingers found and freed my cock, the tips stroking me as I’d often see her do with her beloved piano keys.

She was hot to the touch, but her lips were soft and succulent, opening freely and allowing me to thrust my tongue inside.

I’d never wanted to consume a woman the way I did with her. With a single flick of her hair dismissing me, the dark cravings had been born, rendering me incapable of thinking clearly.

A full-scale war had almost been started because of my need to protect her. This was something else entirely. This was the need to lay claim in a way that no man would ever dare try to touch her again. The taste of her was exquisite, sweet and sensual, driving my cock to the point of sheer agony.

I dominated her tongue while she mewed into the ragged moment of intimacy. The heat was even more explosive, fueled by the cramped quarters, but that didn’t break my concentration.

She wrapped her fingers around the base of my dick, stroking ever so slowly while creating a moment of friction. My palm slipped between her legs, my fingers curling as I rubbed my skin against the soaked confines of her soft lace. With every muscle tense, I dominated her mouth with the kiss.

When I finally pulled away, she laughed with me, the sound reverberating against my skin.

We were both crazed with need. She pushed me away, ripping my shirt out of her way and rubbing her hands underneath.

The touch alone was enough to tighten my balls.

She squirmed back and forth as I continued rubbing her wet mound.

Everything about her was exciting, including the scent of her exposed hunger. My mouth watered from the thought of sucking her dry, making her come time and time again until she lay spent and unmoving.

When I began to peel her panties off, she jerked back, gasping as her eyes darted back and forth. “You’re crazy.”

“Very much so.” I didn’t stop what I was doing, taking my time to roll the thin material down her legs.

She pressed her hands against the steel paneled wall while I navigated the slender openings past her tall heels. Her legs looked glorious in them and I couldn’t help myself, brushing the rough pads of my fingers along the insides of both.

Her pussy glistened, completely soaked. I reveled in the moment, barely thinking clearly. The sight of her alone had me ignoring all sense of reality. “You’re wet for me.”

“Yes.” She pressed her hand over her mouth as she laughed. Her eyes lit up with fire once again as I brought the lace to my mouth, inhaling deeply.

Every inch of her throbbed with want.

Her scent was far too intoxicating, the fragrance easily lingering long after we’d disappear.

“I need you,” she admitted.

“I know, baby. I know. You’re going to get everything you crave.”

I dropped to my knees and her body went rigid even as her arm folded around the material scooped around her waist.

She continued to tremble, goosebumps forming and shifting on her arms and legs. Her nervousness was delightful and nothing would stop me from taking her right here.

Her pussy continued glistening, more so as she opened her legs even wider. I sensed her embarrassment from the sharp sounds escaping her mouth.

The lust coursing through me was making it difficult not to drive my aching cock deep inside her tight pussy. I would, but only after making her come on my tongue. The taste of her was enough to drive any man to his knees.

Redness crawled across her jaw when I gripped her inner thighs. She continuously glanced at the elevator doors as if expecting the fire department to pry them open at any second. She seemed to forget we owned the resort.

“Fuck,” she muttered as soon as I blew a swath of hot air across her pretty pink cunt.

“Are you dripping for me, my sweet virtuoso?”

“Don’t tease me.”

I smacked two fingers against her pussy lips. “Answer the question.”

“Bastard,” she said, laughing. “Yes. One thousand percent yes.”

“That’s the way I plan on keeping you, hot and wet all over.” When I flicked my tongue across her clit, she rose onto her toes, her hand finding my hair. With a sharp tug, the slight creation of pain was nothing more than gasoline.

She wiggled in my hold every time I swirled my tongue around her tender bud. I took my time, enjoying the sweetness and the feel of having her in my hands.