Page 25 of Unexpected Bratva Baby

He asks with a trace of playfulness, “What’s next on the Scottish cuisine adventure?”

I grin, already mentally planning our next culinary exploration. “How do you feel about tablet?”

“Tablet? Like an iPad?”

“Not quite.” I laugh. “It’s a kind of sweet. Imagine fudge, but even more indulgent.”

Mikhail’s eyebrows rise with interest. “That sounds promising. When can we try it?”

“How about this weekend? You can come over, and I’ll show you how to make it.”

He nods, pulling me closer. “It’s a date. Though I have to warn you, if it’s as good as this soup, you might have created a monster.”

As we finish cleaning up, stealing glances and touches along the way, I’m looking forward to our next culinary adventure. There’s something magical about sharing my passion with Mikhail, watching him embrace it with such enthusiasm. It makes me wonder what other surprises he might have in store and what other sides of himself he’s yet to reveal.

When we finish, he asks, “Do you want to come back to my place for…dessert?”

I eagerly nod and follow him out to his waiting SUV. Vlad ferries us across the city as we hold hands and giggle while talking softly like a couple of teenagers on a first date. I’m awash with anticipation when we finally reach his building.

The elevator ride to Mikhail’s penthouse is charged with tension. We stand close, not quite touching, but I can feel the heat radiating from him. The soft ding announces our arrival, and he leads me out with a gentle hand on the small of my back.

As soon as we step inside and the door clicks shut behind us, he spins me around. His eyes blaze with desire as he cups my facein his hands. Without a word, he pulls me into a deep, passionate kiss that steals my breath away.

I melt into him, gripping his shirt to steady myself. His lips are insistent, demanding, and I respond with equal fervor. We stumble backward, neither willing to break the kiss. My back hits the wall, and he presses against me, his body hard and unyielding. His hands roam down my sides, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

“Phoebe,” he murmurs against my lips, his voice husky with desire. “You drive me crazy.”

I pull back slightly, meeting his gaze. The raw need I see there matches my own. “Then do something about it,” I say with sass.

A low growl escapes him, and suddenly, I’m in his arms. He lifts me effortlessly, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He carries me to the bedroom, his lips never leaving mine.

We tumble onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and half-removed clothing. His touch is reverent as his fingers trace every curve and dip of my body like he’s committing it to memory. I arch into him, craving more.

“Please,” I whisper, not even sure for what I’m asking.

Mikhail understands. He always does. He kisses me deeply, exploring my mouth with slow, deliberate strokes. At the same time, he tugs up my dress to my waist, teasing me by stroking the elastic of my panties.

I squirm beneath him, desperate for more contact. He chuckles softly, breaking the kiss to trail hot, wet kisses along my jawline and down my neck. “Tell me what you want,lyschka.”

“You. Inside me.” It comes out as a plea, but I don’t care. I need him, and I’m not afraid to admit it.

Mikhail obliges, slipping his hand under the fabric of my panties to cup my pussy. I gasp as he brushes against my aching clit, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through me. He teases me mercilessly, alternating between feather-light touches and firm pressure.

I writhe beneath him, lost in a haze of bliss while staring into his eyes, unable to look away as he works me to a fever pitch. He watches me intently, gauging my reactions and adjusting his movements accordingly.

Just when I think I can’t take any more, he slips two fingers inside me, curling them just right to hit that sweet spot. I cry out, grinding against his palm as he brings me closer and closer to the edge. Suddenly, he withdraws his hand, leaving me panting and frustrated. Before I can protest, he yanks down my panties and spreads my legs wide. I watch in anticipation as he undoes his belt and frees his cock from his pants.

He wastes no time in lining himself up with my entrance and pushing inside me. I moan as he fills me, stretching me deliciously. He pauses once he’s fully sheathed, giving me a moment to adjust to his size.

“You feel amazing.” His voice is strained, and he looks like he’s struggling to maintain control.

I rock my hips, urging him to move. “So do you. Now fuck me.”

He doesn’t need any further encouragement. He starts thrusting, setting a fast, relentless pace. I cling to him, matching his rhythm as best I can. I’m half-aware that his pants are around his ankles, and his shirt is still on but unbuttoned. My dress ishanging around my waist, unbuttoned to reveal my breasts and open bra, and it’s ridiculous to be so caught up in this moment.

Something is whispering in the back of my mind, but I can’t focus well enough to coax it into a complete thought. Instead, I cling to Mikhail and squeeze my pussy around his cock, moaning at how well he fills me.

“Fuck. You’re so tight.” He grits his teeth, sweat beading on his brow. “I’m not going to last long.”

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