Page 49 of Bratva Hostage

When his thumb brushes the inside of my wrist, the place where my pulse beats against my skin, he hesitates. I can sense his eyes on me, but I can’t bring myself to meet his gaze. Not when the air feels like it’s on fire, my throat is dry, and my whole body is aching.

The silence is suffocating. It’s filled with tension, questions, and a million things that are better left unspoken.

When he finally speaks, his voice is quiet. Low. Dark.

“Your heart is racing.”

I swallow. I’m not surprised. Not after the last few days. Not after tonight.

Not after the way he’s staring at me, as if he could devour me whole and still not be satisfied.

Dimitri stands slowly, tugging me up with him. He takes a step toward me, and the world seems to fade away until it’s just us, alone, a hairsbreadth away from crossing a line.

I’m breathing faster now, and he must be able to feel the tension in my body. He’s so close, and the energy between us is thick, almost tangible. His fingertips ghost up my arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. His stormy grey eyes never leave mine, and when he speaks, his voice is rough and deep. “Is this okay?”

I nod.

He lifts a hand and brushes my hair back. “Good.”

He leans in and captures my lips. It’s gentle. Barely there. A whisper of a touch. Then he pulls back, his fingers lingering on the nape of my neck.

He doesn’t have to speak. His intentions are clear. This isn’t a demand. It’s an invitation. All I have to do is close the distance.

I do.

Our mouths meet again, and this time, his tongue slips into my mouth, and he tastes like whiskey and heat and lust. His hands find my hips, and he pulls me against him. The hard ridge of his cock presses into my stomach. I make a sound that’s part gasp and part moan. The kiss turns deeper, harder, hungrier, yet somehow still gentle. His mouth claims mine, his tongue invading and retreating, leaving me breathless.

His fingers tangle in my hair, and his body presses against me until we’re touching from hip to chest. His mouth trails across my jaw, down my neck, leaving a path of kisses and fire. The last time we were together, it all felt so desperate and animalistic. Now, it’s a different kind of heat, and it’s just as dangerous.

I’m losing control. Losing myself in the feeling of his lips on mine and his hands exploring my body and his hard cock pressing against me. My heart is pounding, and my pussy is wet and throbbing, and I can’t stop myself from kissing him back.

His hands slide over my waist, down my ass, and stop just below the hem of my dress. Then he squeezes. I gasp, and the sound is swallowed up by his kiss. My hands grip the back of his shirt, fisting the fabric. The heat between us builds, and our bodies move closer, like we’re trying to melt into each other. Like we’re trying to become one.

His lips find the curve of my ear. “Take it off.”

It’s not a request. It’s a command.

I hesitate, and his hand tightens on my ass. “Take it off.”

His voice sends a shiver through me, and my clit throbs. I want him. More than anything, I want him.

I want him to fuck me. To take me. To claim me.

And he knows it.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

There’s a warning in his voice. A threat. And it only makes me want him more.

I pull away from him and turn around. I grab the hem and lift the dress over my head, revealing my bare skin to him. I stand there, facing away from him, wearing nothing but a black lace thong and matching bra.

I can feel him looking at me, drinking in the sight of my exposed body. My skin prickles with heat and anticipation. I’m standing here, practically naked, offering myself to him. I’ve never done anything like this before, and the vulnerability of it fogs my mind.

“Keep going,” he urges.

My fingers find the clasp on my bra. It releases, and I let the straps fall down my arms. I hear him suck in a breath. Then, the straps are lifted off my skin, and his lips press against the curve of my shoulder. I shudder, and the bra falls to the floor.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, with his mouth still against my skin. “Now the rest.”

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