Page 38 of Plus-Size Bratva Bride

I hate myself for falling for his charm, but it’s like my body just doesn’t give me a choice.

Ignoring my drink, which was actually incredible, I melt against his body as he leads me to the dance floor. He pulls us into the center, as though he wants everyone to see, then grips me tightly against his body and begins to move against me.

Oh my fuck.

This man.

His hands drift up my back, knot in my hair and suddenly he tugs me backwards, supporting me with his arm he spins me in a slow and sensual circle, his free hand running down my throat and over my breasts before he pulls me back up against him, lifting one of my thighs and letting his fingers trail over my leg as he wraps it around himself.

I can hardly breathe, and every time he spins me or turns me I gasp, finding myself completely handing over control. I feel light as a feather in his hands. He moves gracefully but with strength I could never have imagined. I am a toy to him, and he’s playing with me as though I was a feather.

He flicks me outwards and then pulls me towards him again, my back against his chest and his cock pressing into me. It’s not hard, not quite, but damn, I can feel it. He leans close to my ear and his breath is hot on my neck. “Why don’t you let me have you? The things I want to do to you—” he whispers.

I shiver at his words. My lips part, but I don’t answer.

I need to get off this dance floor before I throw myself at him and have my way with him in front of everyone.

The dance is a teaser for how sensual he might be in the bedroom. Slow, passionate, rough and enigmatic. He’s incredible.

But I can’t take it anymore.

I push away from him, needing air to breathe normally for a moment, but he pulls me back against himself just as the music dies down. He gestures towards the DJ booth and the guys sets the volume all the way down. My heart beats steadily faster as he leads me up onto a platform and takes the microphone from the DJ.

“Everyone, thank you for enjoying this incredible night with us. To the hosts, what a fantastic party! But I just wanted to steal a moment of everyone’s time to announce something very exciting.” He pulls me so that I’m standing in front of him with his arm around my stomach. “This is Jade. My beautiful wife,” he says proudly.

Every cell in my body freezes. I can’t take in air. I can’t breathe out either. I can’t move. The crowd is cheering and shouting congratulations and I am just staring, wide eyed and frantic into the sea of faces below me.

Radmir spins me around to face him and kisses me.

I’m too shocked to stop him, a rag doll in his hands, his lips moving against mine.

When the noise and colorful chaos is over he steps off the stage and then turns to lift me off it, setting me down in front of him.

He grins.

I sneer.

“Did you just fucking claim me in front of every one?” I hiss, a dark whisper, anger surging through me unrestrained.

His eyes darken. “Keep your voice down, starfish,” he warns me.

“I will not,” I say louder. I can’t believe he did that. That was so… Public. So… Masculine and bold and possessive. And I’m so fucking annoyed by how much he continues to turn me on.

He grabs my arm, subtle but stern and drags me away from the party to a back room of the house.

He closes the door behind us and spins me to face him, but before he can say whatever he wants to say, I slap him hard across the face. “Who the hell do you think you are?” I say angrily.

His top lip curls as he growls at me, but his eyes are full of something else.

Desire.

Fierce, unrestrained desire.

Oh fuck. It’s like I unleashed something inside of him. Something feral. Something enticing and wild.

My heart thunders as he slams me against the wall and grabs my throat, kissing me as though he truly does own me. One hand wrapped around my breast. In frustration, he pulls the delicate shoulder strap away and frees my breast, then wraps his hand around it again. His long fingers massaging my nipple, pulling, teasing me with sharp delightful sensations.

The way he handles me—I might be the most sensual woman in the world. It’s how he makes me feel. He makes me believe that.

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