Page 44 of Forced Bratva Bride

He slung his arm around my waist, and we continued to run, pausing every few steps to steal kisses that grew increasingly desperate.

“Gio,” I gasped as his lips found the sensitive spot in my throat at our fourth stop. “The room...”

“Yes,” he agreed, pulling away with visible effort. “This way.”

We climbed a narrow staircase, and the sounds of conversation from the living room vanished completely. When we reached his bedroom door, I felt like the happiest, giddiest girl in the world. With his hand on the small of my back, he let me go through first before locking the door shut behind him.

I turned to face him and saw him leaning against the door, one leg propped up on the wall as if he were afraid that if he let go, he wouldn’t be able to control himself.

I parted my lips, my chest heaving for air as I made my way over to me. His face twisted into pure agony as he met me halfway, his hands already twisting through my hair as he dipped my head back and pulled me into a kiss. He walked me back toward the bed, gently, yet so in control, and I felt my core heat from the fact that I was in Gio Lebedev’s bedroom and he had eyes only for me.

He guided me to the edge of the bed, his hands sending a trail of fire across my waist. My knees hit the wood, and I fell back. The next thing I knew, he crawled into bed over me and ran his fingers down the entire length of my right arm. I shivered in response, watching this incredibly handsome, beautiful man hover over me.

“Nervous?” he asked with concern in his eyes.

“Never,” I whispered.

“At any point, if you want to—”

“Gio,” I shushed him with a kiss.

One hand slid down beneath my spine, traveling down the curves of my ass, and I jerked. He grinned as he left his hand there, let me rest on it while he took his other and ever so slowly, slid up my dress.

“Are you certain?” he asked, his breath warm against my lips.

I nodded, unable to find my voice, a strange mixture of nervousness and desire turning my knees to water.

He slid to the floor, and I propped myself on my elbows to see what he was doing. His hands now parted my thighs, and I gasped when his fingers found the elastic of my panties. Slowly, he slid them down, his knuckles grazing my thighs to my ankles before he slid them off.

My breath caught in my throat, and I lay back down, closing my eyes for what was to come. To my surprise, he slid up to me, bringing the dress up with him.

My eyes fluttered open to see him watch me with a smile. “I want to do such filthy things to you, Larissa. And I want you naked for it.”

I nodded with a gulp and gave him space to reach behind me. His hands were gentle as they found the zipper of my dress, pausing.

“God, if you’re this slow,” I murmured, “we’ll be here until tomorrow.”

He growled, biting into my neck, and I heard the satisfyingzzzip.

“Greedy,” he murmured as he slid the dress right off, leaving me in nothing but a delicate bra that suddenly seemed painfully inadequate.

Gio stepped back, his gaze traveling over my exposed skin with such naked appreciation that a blush bloomed across my chest and climbed to my cheeks. Yet I didn't cover myself. There was something empowering in his admiration, something that made me feel powerful.

“You are a vision,” he murmured, shrugging out of his suit jacket and loosening his tie. “Any man would kill to be where I am right now.”

“I don't care about any man,” I said, finding my courage. I stepped forward to help with his buttons, my fingers trembling slightly. “Just you.”

His smile turned predatory. “Good.”

When he was down to his boxer briefs, I allowed myself to look—really look—at him. Gio’s body was all lean muscle and smooth skin, interrupted by intricate tattoos that mapped territories I longed to explore. A massive black bird spread its wings across his right pectoral, while some ancient script I couldn't read curled around his left bicep.

He grinned as he watched my face, before making his way between my legs again. His head dipped, and the next thing I knew, I felt his delicious tongue slide across my slit. It took everything in me to not burst from the pleasure I felt in that moment, something I’d never felt before.

He lapped at me like I was water, and he, thirsty. He drove into my clit, hard until a small bubble of pleasure became unbearable to contain.

“Gio,” I moaned, my entire body trembling as I slid my hands through his soft hair. When he slid his tongue into me like a spear, I swear I rocked off the bed and dug into his scalp.

He chuckled into me, the vibration going into my core.

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