Page 50 of Innocent Prey of the Bratva

My heart is hammering now, too loud to ignore. “So…are you going to let me go now? I’m clearly bringing trouble to your door.”

Kaz doesn’t hesitate. He shakes his head and steps closer. “No,” he says hoarsely. “I’ll die before I let you go.”

The way he says it—like a vow, like a curse—makes my knees weak. His chest is rising and falling fast, blood still drying across his skin, but his arms wrap around me with a kind of desperate reverence.

I press a soft kiss to his cheek. Then another. And then another, right below his eye, where a bruise is starting to bloom. He exhales sharply, like he’s trying to hold himself together.

“Ruin me, then,” I whisper into his ear.

His whole body tenses. I take his hand in mine and start walking backward, slowly, never breaking eye contact. Guiding him. Toward the bed.

He follows like a man possessed, gaze locked to mine, jaw clenched like he’s afraid to even breathe wrong. But I see it in his eyes—that hunger, that fire that started the moment I stepped into his world.

He’s burning. And so am I.

And tonight, we burn together.

“Take me, Kaz,” I beg. “Please.”

I’ve hardly finished saying the words when Kaz envelopes me in his arms, his lips seeking mine. There’s no gentleness in his touch, but it doesn’t scare me. He seizes me, pulling me into his grasp, taking my breath away with his hard kiss. I gasp as he lifts me up, hands gripping my hips. I cling to him, wrapping my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck, holding on for dear life.

He lays me back on the crisp white sheets, him on top, his weight pressing down on me, constricting my chest. My lungs burn, the butterflies in my stomach flapping wildly, ready to take flight.

A strange thrill soars through me when he moves from my mouth, his lips trailing down my jawline, finding my neck. He kisses and licks, his teeth grazing the skin, as his hands hike up my dress, shoving it to my waist.

His hand slips beneath the flimsy fabric of my dress, fingertips grazing my clit. My back arches involuntarily as a gasp escapes my throat, the jolt of pleasure tearing through my insides.

“Kaz, please.”

As if my voice unfreezes him, he goes crazy. His hands are all over me, tearing off clothes, as his lips seek out every stitch of exposed skin.

The dress is yanked off and flung across the room, barely hitting the floor before he's leaving a searing trail of kisses down my stomach. Slipping his hands beneath me, he makes speedy work of my bra, tearing it off.

He grasps the sides of my panties, and I lift up instinctively when he tugs them down. He steps back, hands making work of his pants, unbuckling the belt and unzipping them, the sound seeming to echo through the quiet room. Soon, he’s as naked as I am.

He pries my legs apart and moves to the space between them. My eyes are drawn down his broad chest, following the trail of hair along his stomach, straight to his cock. My eyes widened when I catch sight of it. He plans to fit this inside me? I can’t even fit my finger in!

“Are you afraid?” he asks.

“Yes.”

“Don’t be,” he says softly, kissing my stomach. “I’ll take it easy on you.”

“Okay.”

“Let me taste you,solnyshko,” he says. “Please.”

Next, he’s bowing his head, flicking his tongue over my clit. I almost come right there, right then. Kaz holds my legs apart, forcing me to stay still as he devours me like I’m his last meal on earth. I thrash around the bed, but Kaz doesn’t let me go.

Just when I feel like I’m about to orgasm, he rises, and the sight of his mouth glistening with my juices is so primitive and sexy, I moan.

“Please, Kaz. Now, please.”

He grabs the head of his cock and rubs it against my clit, earning another moan.

“I’ll take it easy on you, my sun.”

Before I can respond, he pushes himself inside of me, agonizingly slowly. I pause, nervous and anxious.