Page 13 of The Bratva's Plus-Size Bride

Ella buries her face in my neck, and I love the feel of her there, like she can’t get close enough to me. All I need is for her to tell me she wants it. I need to hear those words out of her mouth before I can do everything I want to do to her.

I want to throw the blankets off this bed so I can see her full, perfect body in the morning light. It’s probably breathtaking. Instead, I settle for feeling her find her pleasure against me. Beneath her thigh, my dick is starting to leak precum, and there’s no way she doesn’t notice that, given that it’s against her bare skin. She has to know she’s torturing me.

My hand twitches toward the curve of her breast. So full and round and begging to be grabbed, kissed, sucked on.

“Ella,” I groan, sliding my hand into the hair at the nape of her neck instead, my fingers curling in the strands for grip. “You’re killing me.”

That doesn’t stop her. She’s loving this, loving teasing me, and I bet if I pulled her face from where it’s hiding against my neck, I’d see a devilish smile on her normally innocent face. She doesn’t answer either, just gasps a little when I fit my other arm around her hips and pull her in tighter, sliding my hand beneath her shirt. That’s all. I won’t do anything else. Won’t cross that line until she says so.

“You’ve got me so fucking hard, Ella,” I say, skimming my hand just beneath her breast, the back of my knuckles brushing against the soft weight of it.

I can’t help but buck my hips up against her inner thigh the next time she moves. If she keeps this up, she’s going to make me cum like I’m some high school virgin.

She’s close, too. I can hear it in the way she’s moaning and the frantic pace she’s setting now, driving herself toward the edge. My hand splays out to cup her breast, and I start tugginggently on her nipple in the way I know she likes. I want my mouth on it, need to feel that taut little peak between my lips.

My phone rings. The sound is blaring, jarring against the quiet breaths and moans and fucking delicious sounds Ella makes when she’s turned on. She stills, her hand releasing its death grip on my bicep and I feel like the whole world just ground to a halt. My cock is throbbing with need and whoever just called me at this hour, in this moment, is about to regret it.

“Ignore it,” I say, but I know it’s too late; she’s snapped out of whatever sleepy state let her unwind for a minute and do what she wanted to do.

She snatches the top blanket off the bed and wraps it around herself like her pajamas aren’t enough protection at this point, like I haven’t seen her naked, didn’t have her about to cum a moment ago, and scrambles out of the bed. She doesn’t even look at me as she runs for the shower.

The phone stops ringing, and I’m left alone in the silence with a raging hard dick and a whole lot of frustration. We weresoclose. I don’t even give a damn about getting off, all I care about is that for a brief moment, Ella’s walls were down and she was letting herself enjoy. Letting herself get close to me, like I know she wants.

I lie face up on the bed and watch the ceiling fan’s rotation until my heart stops pounding and the blood in my dick finds other places to be. The shower water turns on, and I try not to think about her naked, wet body just a door away, but that’s impossible, so I grab my phone and find out who the hell was calling me at the absolute worst time. Viktor.

Before I call him back, I get up, place an order for room service coffee, pull on some joggers and a t-shirt, and pad out to the balcony. My mood after two hours of sleep was bad enough,but after that rude awakening, it has soured even further, so whatever he has to say, better be worth it. I call him back and lean my elbows on the railing as it rings, soaking up the view that isn’t half as good as the one I just had. Dammit, Viktor.

He picks up and says in a singsong voice, “Good morning. Sleeping in on your little business trip? Hope I didn’t wake you.”

“I’m not in the mood, Viktor,” I bite out. “What do you want?”

Viktor whistles. “Who peed in your cornflakes?”

“You did, so get to the point so I can get back to what I was doing.”

“Oh,” he says with a snort of laughter, “I get it now. Don’t you meanwhoyou were doing?”

Maybe with six more hours of sleep and Ella admitting she wants to be with me, I’d find his jabs amusing, but right now I just want to throttle him. At least get a punch in.

“What are you, twelves? Why did you call?”

Room service knocks at the door and I head back inside to let them in, tucking my phone between my shoulder and my ear to take the tray of coffee from them. Ella’s shower is still going.

“When are you coming back?” Viktor asks. He’s wound up about something, I can tell, so I just pour my coffee and wait for him to get to it. “We’ve got the gala in two days, and you can’t miss it. Investors will be there, Anton, and they’ll want to see you.”

I hadn’t forgotten about the gala when I booked the trip; I just thought I could get away with skipping it. After all, Viktor will be there, and I’m sure a few others from the Milov group will be as well. They don’t really need me, and I’d rather be here with Ella, starting to make moves toward getting my own businessesup and running. The problem with a family business like ours is that creating your own branch means fighting tooth and nail for the opportunity when the rest of the family wants you focused on their projects. I’ve finally gotten myself to a point where I can make that happen, and I’m not letting it slip away. Still, I did say I’d be there.

Familial obligation. Ella’s reluctance to be with me. My own ambition. Everything is teetering on a knife’s edge.

“Do you really need me there? You’ll be there.” The coffee is strong and hot, and exactly what I need to cut through the brain fog I’m trapped in. “Not as good as the real thing, obviously, but I’m sure they can make do.”

Finally, the shower turns off, and I brace myself for Ella’s return. I want to wrap this phone call up so I can focus on her before she can rebuild all those walls again, if she hasn’t already. Damn Viktor and his timing.

“Not good enough, Man. There’s a big difference between me and you and it’s not just that I’m better looking.”

He’s not letting this go. I can hear Ella fiddling with things in the bathroom, putting products on, doing whatever she can to delay coming out and having to face me. We were so close this morning. So close to perfect. I can’t let this sort of thing happen again. I have to be more careful.

“What’s that?” I ask Viktor as I pour a second cup of coffee for Ella, adding cream and sugar just the way she likes it.

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