Page 106 of Forced plus-size Bride of the Bratva

That familiar pull in the air. The way my skin tingles, like my body knows he’s close before my mind catches up. I turn slowly, and there he is—standing just inside the doorway, his hands shoved into his pockets, his face unreadable.

But I know him now. I know what guarded looks like on Adrian Rusnak.

He thinks I’ll pull away. That I’ve had time to think, and I’ll come to my senses and run like hell from this world of blood and shadows and stolen kisses.

He’s waiting for the rejection.

But I don’t give it.

I motion for him to come to me. He sighs and approaches slowly, until he’s standing right in front of me, his expression still muted. His jaw flexes, like he’s preparing himself for impact. And maybe it is an impact—just not the one he’s expecting.

I reach up, take his face in my hands, and pull his mouth to mine.

His lips are tense at first, surprised. Then he melts into me—hungry, aching, desperate. His arms come around me like he’s starving and I’m the only thing that can keep him alive.

I kiss him until I can’t breathe, and even then I don’t stop. When I finally pull away, I keep my forehead pressed to his and whisper the words that have been building inside me for days.

“I’m not running anymore, Adrian. I’m choosing you. All of it. The chaos. The darkness. The life you live. I’m choosing you.”

He stills. I feel the breath leave his body like I just knocked it out of him. When he pulls back, his eyes are wide—searching mine, as if he’s trying to find the lie in them.

But there isn’t one.

He laughs, soft and disbelieving, before grabbing me tighter. “You have no idea what that does to me.”

“Try me.”

His hand tangles in my hair, pulling me close again, kissing me like I just saved his life.

“I’ve never felt this happy in my entire fucking life,” he says against my lips. “Never. You don’t even know what you’ve just done to me.”

I do. Because I feel it too.

He attempts to lift me into his arms, but I shrug out of his arms and guide him toward the lounge chair. His eyes flare with confusion as I push him onto it.

“Jennie….”

“Shh….” I touch a finger to my lip and slowly step out of my clothes, standing naked before him.

“Fuck.” He tries to stand again, but I press him back onto the chair and slowly lower onto my knees. He spreads his legs and runs his tongue across his bottom lip, his eyes smoldering.

I look confident on the outside as I pull down his pants and briefs, but inside, I’m a mess. I’ve only done this a few times, and each time was really short because the men were young and impatient.

Adrian is by no means inexperienced, and he’s a real man. Surely, he’ll get turned off if I simply slobber on his dick without an idea of what I’m doing.

But I don’t back down. I feel powerful, and I’m ready to step into that power.

Adrian doesn’t let me worry too much. As soon as I touch my tongue to the tip of his bulbous erection, he growls like a wild beast and fists his hand into my hair, holding me in place.

His volatile reaction empowers me, and I sink him down my throat, holding him there until I gag and spit.

“Fuck, Jennie.” He throws his head back, eyes tight shut. “Oh, fuck. Please….”

Oh yes.This is exactly where I want him.

He gets rough, wrapping my hair around his fist and pinning me in place as he fucks my face. My eyes water, and my throat stretches to accommodate him, but I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

“Take it,” he growls, stuffing my mouth. “Don’t stop. Fuck. Don’t stop. Yes. Jennie….”