Page 46 of Plus-Size Bratva Bride

My heart feels like it’s going to explode from my rib cage. A thousand birds beating the wings up against the inside of my bones.

I bite my lip and fight the charged tension, growing sharper by the second, screaming at me to kiss him, touch him, let him take me.

He turns his attention back to the movie but that gorgeous smile is still settled on his face. My eyes trace over his rugged jaw line. His perfectly shaped profile, and those lips. Oh fuck. Those lips.

I let out a half moan, half gasp. A soft sound, but he hears it.

His eyes narrow towards me and his hand drifts down my body, onto my hip, pulling me ever so slightly closer.

Stop this, Jade.

Stop this and watch the movie.

To my horror, the scene in the movie escalates. They are standing in his apartment. Low lighting. The mood perfectly set. The guy steps towards the girl and grabs her face. “I’ve loved you since the moment you stepped into my office. I can’t stop thinking about you,” he says with dark urgency.

Her lips part and she takes in a sharp breath.

“Philip, I don’t know if I can—“

He kisses her, and all of her resistance crumbles away as their hands begin to explore each other. Clothing is tugged free and tossed aside and the scene becomes more and more heated.

Radmir’s hand on my hip, the heat begins to spread, soaking right into me. I bite my lip and do everything I can to fight it, but I’m dying here.

He leans over, wrapping his other hand around the back of my neck and pulls me closer to him. The kiss is electrifying. His lips connect with mine and my body is a surging force of passion.

My skin becomes feverish with desire.

He moans against my lips and my pussy starts to heat with need.

Instead of pushing him away, I reach up and touch his jaw, deepening the kiss.

His hand slips beneath my t-shirt. His fingers on my naked skin.

Stop this, Jade. This isn’t right. You have to stop.But I can’t.

I’m trying.

I’m trying so hard to regain control of myself.

But I’ve been wanting to feel him against me—

He moves again, shifting himself so that he is hovering over me.

I tense, knowing where this is leading and screaming at myself to resist him.

“Jade?” his voice is tender, worried. My eyes are squeezed shut.

“Mm?” I mumble, tightly.

“You don’t want this?” he asks, with hurt in his voice.

“I—“ I want it so badly it’s aching inside me.

“It’s ok—honestly. It’s totally fine,” he quickly reassures me, moving back into his seat.

He leaves his arm wrapped around me and turns his attention back to the movie.

But my body isn’t able to let go that easily.

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