Page 47 of The Bratva’s Innocent Sold Bride (Fokin Bratva #9)

Lying back on the countertop, I sighed with pleasure at the trail of kisses, gasping when he got to the top of my jeans. Pulling me closer to the edge of the counter, he made quick work of getting them off and tossing them aside.

I looked up as his eyes searched my naked body, feeling a warm glow under his worshipful gaze. Just the look was enough to have me reaching for him, impatient for what he had planned. I knew exactly what that tongue could do to me, and I needed it. Now.

“Mat,” I said urgently.

His eyes locked with mine, dark, velvety blue. He dropped between my legs, burying his face in my pussy. I was already so wet, and as soon as his mouth met my tender flesh, I arched, gripping his hair. Just a look. He could drive me that wild with only his eyes.

But I could drive him wild, too, and I locked my legs around his shoulders, trapping him in place. His fingers dug into my thighs as he lapped at me, finding my clit and making me cry out. Electricity flowed up and down my legs with every stroke of his masterful tongue.

As much as I would have loved to draw out the shimmers of pleasure that washed over me, he was too good, too much. I was shaking and barely holding on when he commanded me to come. I had to obey, holding on tight as he pushed me over the edge.

My eyes slammed shut as the waves coursed over me, and I felt my hands falling away from his hair to thump against the countertop. As the tremors eased, Mat began to kiss back up my body, meeting my slack mouth with his, wet with my juices.

I shoved at his chest, finding the energy to fake a pout. “Why are you still fully dressed?”

Grabbing his shirt, I ripped it open, not caring that this would mean another trip to the tailor. We had a bad habit of destroying each other's clothes. His hard, muscled chest felt hot under my palms, and I smoothed my hands down his washboard stomach to yank at the button on his pants.

Since I was still trembling and weak, he helped me out, and within seconds, his big cock was in my hands. Mine, all mine. I had become as possessive as Mat and far greedier when it came to this.

“Tell me you love me,” I demanded, stroking him hard, licking my lips at the bead of moisture forming at the tip of his cock.

“I love you,” Mat said, chuckling through a groan as I moved my hand faster and harder. “It doesn’t seem enough, that word.”

Our eyes met, and my hand slowed. “The way you feel is enough,” I said, pulling his hand to my chest. “I know because I feel it. Just as strong.”

“Yes, my beautiful, fierce Bratva bride. It’s more than enough.”

Freeing his hand from my grasp, he gripped my hips, pulling me toward the big beast I still had captured. I moaned as his tip met my slick opening. He kissed me as he pushed deep inside me.

“Oh, by the way, I’m going to fuck you now, little one.”

I held onto his shoulders, bouncing on the countertop with each smooth, hard stroke. Leaning back, I planted my hands and watched as he drove into me over and over again. So big and hard, yet still so tender as he trailed his fingers down my throat. And all mine.

“Mat,” I gasped, giving up the show to pull myself close and wrap my arms around his neck. I needed to feel his chest hairs rasp against my nipples, and his heart thumping fast, in time with mine. “I love you. So much.”

So much it still frightened me, but he held me tight, pushing deeper, murmuring nonsense near my ear.

The murmur grew to a growl, which heightened to a low roar.

Letting go of me with one arm, he slid his hand between us to find my clit, sliding his fingers over the swollen nub as he pounded away inside me.

The spasm hit like a small explosion, making me sink my teeth into his shoulder.

His low roar grew mighty in the closet, almost shaking the clothing rails as he let loose inside me.

We may or may not have been trying for a baby.

Fate would decide, and with my office being so big, it could easily accommodate a nursery; I was fine if it was sooner rather than later.

Spent, we panted in each other’s arms, my back finally letting me know it didn’t appreciate being mashed against the hard surface now that the fun had subsided.

Mat carried me to our bed, both of us laughing as he stumbled with his pants around his ankles.

We fell in a heap on top of the covers, and I wished we could have continued in this new location.

But I had a dress to steam and Mat still had to get ready, too.

Already, I heard commotion in the hallway.

“Who’s that?” I asked, straining to hear.

“Aleks and Katie,” he said. “And who knows who’s with them. They brought as many as would fit on the jet. Arkadi will shuttle the others on his.”

“Then maybe we shouldn’t be lying here naked,” I said.

“Five more minutes,” he told me, kissing me so there’d be no arguments.

We eventually made it downstairs as the party was well underway, and Mat’s brothers were the first to notice us as we tried to sneak down the steps to pretend we’d been there all along.

They raised a cheer among his other family, which was taken over by my friends and new employees.

My mom was there too, ready to meet my husband for the first time, and when I caught her eye, she nodded her approval.

My dad even raised his glass, happy tears welling in his eyes as I nodded a greeting to him.

This was my life now, a mass of Bratva and tech nerds and, of course, Artem, running around and looking for fallen hors d'oeuvres, in dog heaven with all the attention and unexpected treats.

It was my version of heaven, too. I didn’t choose it, but just let someone try to take it from me.

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