Page 78 of Owned Bratva Bride

So I moved closer to them, all smiles as I answered, “And you must be such tacky lays to look so wrinkled and forgotten. That must be why you see others as you are.”

They fumed and glared at me. I’d give them credit for not sending their drink my way.

I moved away from them.

The vibration of my phone surprised me. Kat was definitely not getting back from Spain any time soon. So, who could it be?

Pulling it out of my purse, I unlocked it and saw a message notification. The sender’s name made me draw in a breath.

Shook, I read the message and stared at it.

I frantically typed out a reply before returning the phone to my purse.

I let out a shaky breath, dropping my glass into the tray of the waiter passing by.

Then I lifted my gaze, and Eduard’s eyes met mine across the room. He wasn’t moving; he was watching me, his eyes shining with desire and that territorial gleam I saw on our wedding day. Then someone walked toward him, engaging him in a conversation that looked serious.

“Oh, just the person I was looking for,” an older man remarked, stepping in my line of sight.

“Uh…hi. Good evening,” I greeted, returning the man’s smile.

“Lovely evening to you, too. I hope you’re having a good time.”

“Yes, I am.”

He leaned slightly closer as he asked, “So, you were a friend of Lucien Navarro’s?”

If I was perturbed before, I became disturbed.

“Not really,” I replied, chuckling.

“But you must know about his business. You know, we men tend to talk a lot around beautiful ladies like you,” he pressed.

“We didn’t get to that level. It was just a number of brief encounters, really,” I hedged.

“The thing is, I…” he started before he was interrupted by a metallic, cold voice.

“Enough.”

Saved by the husband, not that I minded.

That single word shut the older man’s mouth and erased his smile.

Taking my wrist, Eduard guided me through the crowd and away from them. Jaw tight, gaze hard, he dragged me down a dim hallway. He opened a door, and we were in an empty room. The door clicked behind us, and that was when I looked up at him.

His expression told me everything he didn’t: unadulterated lust that burned off every restraint.

Then his body clashed against me, slamming me against the wall as his lips claimed mine.

Eduard kissed me like I was a drug he desperately needed. His lips sucked and nibbled on mine with urgency. His hands gripped my ass with so much force that I moaned into the kiss, giving his tongue access.

Bending lower, he rubbed his rock-hard erection against me, making every hair on my heated body stand. My dress was suddenly pulled up as his lips latched onto my neck. His hands traveled up my thighs, his touch leaving a trail of tingles that begged for his attention.

When he cupped me through my soaked panties, I felt desire roll off of me in waves. His eyes locked on mine as two fingers entered my pussy. He swallowed my moan in a heated kiss.

I broke the kiss to let out an uncontrolled moan when he curved his fingers inside me, hitting a spot that sped up my race to my orgasm. I tightened around his fingers, and he increased his speed. I came in a rush, my whole body quivering.

Eduard brought his slick fingers to his mouth, eyes not leaving me. The sight was so hot that my still-throbbing pussy quivered.