Page 4 of Impregnated By the Bratva

Shaking my head, I softly tapped his shoulder. “Of course I do, silly,” I replied, trying to match his tone.

Makari suddenly sat back and spoke in a deep tone. “Then I’ll have to kill you.”

“What?” I replied, a bit overly loud. I could feel my eyes widen as I placed my hands over my mouth. It wasn’t the response I expected.

He laughed as he leaned towards me. “I’m joking,” he said. “But the look on your face was priceless. I’m a businessman of sorts.”

Breathing out heavily, I tried to wipe away the idea he had just placed in it. “Sounds interesting. What do you sell? Souls?” I knew my comeback sounded sarcastic, but he shocked me just a little. He was a stranger. I didn’t know if he was a lunatic or not.

He was surely trying to avoid answering me. I wondered what he could be hiding. “No, I sell specific products to a selective clientele,” he remarked, getting up.

“What kind of products, or is it a secret?” I shot back, feeling my nerves tingling.

“Would you like to dance?” he asked, smiling.

I sat thinking about it, feeling slightly unsure. After a bit, he shrugged and took another sip of his drink as he sat back down. “What do you usually do for fun?” he asked.

“I used to play chess, but with my studies, there’s no time, and you?” I replied.

He sat back thinking before answering slowly. “I like watching football and car racing when I get time.”

“Okay, let’s dance,” I eventually replied. I wanted to dance. But something wasn’t sitting right with me. Yet, I was sure that if Makari was a killer, he wouldn’t admit it. He was surely just joking about having to kill me. He appeared soft and gentle. I was rarely wrong about people and would go with that for now.

Getting up, he held out his hand. I reluctantly took it and walked with him to the dance floor. He swung me around, pulling me into his strong arms. As we danced, our bodies collided, and it felt like electricity pulsing through me each time.

After the third dance, I had to sit. My legs and lungs burned equally. He was a good dancer. With each move, I could feel my body igniting under his touch. Except for all the fancy moves he had, his spicy odor tingled my senses. I have never felt this attracted to a man so quickly.

I didn’t make it a habit to just jump into bed with anyone. But being held by Makari, I strangely wanted him. He made me want to lose control. I reveled in the feelings that surged through me as our bodies ground against each other. I wondered where the good girl in me had gone suddenly.

After a couple of dances, I could feel the effects of excessive exercise on my body. Suddenly, Makari pulled me closer, whispering in my ear. “Would you like to take this party private?”

Pulling back slightly, I felt my insides twisting as my hormones took charge. I nodded slowly, smiling at him. Deep down, I knew it was a bad idea, but it was the only kind of idea I had left.

He took my hand as we walked back to the table. I collected my bag as he paid for the drinks. Outside, we got back into the truck without a word. He drove to a hotel not too far from where we were. Pulling up, he glanced at me as he spoke. “Is this fine?”

“Sure,” I replied, not sure what I expected. I was relieved Makari didn’t take me to his house. A hotel room felt less personal, as this was a one-time deal. He jumped out and came around to open my door. As I got out, I noticed he was parked in a ‘Reserved’ spot. Heading in, Makari once again took my hand.

He appeared to already have a key, as we didn’t stop at the reception desk. We went straight past, moving towards the elevators. He raised his hand as we passed, greeting the clerk.

“You come here regularly?” I asked, wondering how often he did things like this.

“When on business trips,” he replied hastily.

The elevator doors had barely closed when he pulled me into his muscular arms. Makari turned, pinning me against the side as he came in hard for the first kiss. His lips were soft and thick. Even though the kiss was hard, it drove my lust higher.

We had just pulled back to take a breath when the doors opened. Makari lightly pulled me with him as he headed down the hallway. He pulled a keycard from his back pocket and swiped it over the lock. The door made a clicking noise and opened.

Stepping in, he pulled me back into his arms. Makari lifted me as he kicked the door shut. Our lips met once again with a fierce passion as I flung my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. His hands moved down, grabbing hold of my ass.

I moaned into his mouth as I felt my pussy starting to pulse. My heart was racing, and my blood ran like raging rivers through my veins. I was lost in the intensity of his kiss. Raking my hands through his dark brown hair, I lightly gripped it, pulling back softly.

Breaking the connection, I gasped, trying to fill my lungs with air once again. Makari kissed my cheek before looking over my shoulder as he moved down the passage. “To the bedroom,” he whispered.

Holding him tight, I felt his muscles move under me as he walked. His embrace was warm and comforting. Not something I expected would turn me on, but it did. I could feel the bulge in his pants growing against me, and I smiled.

He walked straight to the bed and gently flung me onto it. The mood between us was light and refreshing. As I started laughing, feeling a bit nervous suddenly, he was on top of me. I still wanted to tease him about throwing women around, but there was no time. His lips claimed mine. Makari lightly squeezed one nipple with his thumb and index finger.

I shivered, moaning softly as pleasure surged through me. I could feel the smile on his lips as Makari kissed down my neck. Pushing my hands over his shoulders, I tugged at his shirt. I wanted it off. I had to feel his warm skin and ripped muscles. He didn’t need any persuasion, though.

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