Page 66 of Bratva Hostage

“Exactly. We need to find a balance. You want a role in the business? That’s fine, but it should be behind the scenes. Intelligence gathering, strategy—those are the kinds of workyou’ve shown a knack for. My family agrees it’s better to use your insights than to dismiss them.”

“I’d like that. I want to do my part, but I can’t handle the idea of risking myself—or the child—out there on the streets.”

He reaches for my hand again, fitting his fingers between mine. “I know it was never your dream to become part of the Bratva, but you are. And I promise I’ll make it something we shape together, not just an empire I run while you watch from a corner.”

“Thank you. And for what it’s worth, this might not have been my plan, but I’m realizing that it doesn’t have to be terrible. You and I, we can do more than just survive. We can create something good despite everything.”

“We will.”

Dimitri dips his head, bringing our mouths together. Our lips brush, and the warmth spreads. I close my eyes and sink into the kiss, allowing the world to fade. It’s the kind of kiss that feels like a vow, like the promise of a future.

But quickly, it turns to more. The hunger awakens, and suddenly, my husband isn’t close enough. I crave him with a force I can barely contain. With the fear and tension ebbing, the need takes over.

My fingers find the front of his shirt, tugging. The buttons snap open, revealing the hard muscles of his chest. He growls softly and scoops me off the chair. I gasp as he carries me across the room and deposits me on the bed, but before he can climb on top of me, I push myself upright.

“Cecily?” he murmurs, concern flickering in his gaze.

“Just let me look at you for a minute.”

He stands in place, waiting. His body is a work of art—the smooth, rippling muscles, the chiseled jaw, the way his pants hang off his hips. His dark hair falls forward, framing his face, and those intense, pale gray eyes stare back.

“Do you like what you see?” he asks, his voice low and husky.

“Very much.”

I reach for him, dragging him close. His lips land on mine again, and this time, the kiss is more fervent. A fire rages beneath the surface, and the flames spread the moment we touch. I fumble with the waistband of his trousers, and he tears his mouth away from mine, kissing a trail along my jaw, down my throat.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he whispers, slipping his fingers under my dress. The fabric gathers around my waist, and a chill prickles along my exposed skin. I’m not wearing anything underneath, and the hungry way he stares at my body makes my stomach clench.

It’s tempting to just fall back and surrender, but tonight, I want to take control. I want to savor every inch of his body, to explore him and claim him the way he’s claimed me.

His cock is rock-hard already, pressing insistently against the fabric. I tug his trousers down, freeing his length. His shaft is thick and long, and when I wrap my hand around it, he sucks in a sharp breath.

“Fuck,” he hisses, watching me stroke him. “That feels good, Baby.”

“I know.” I flash him a wicked smile, then lean in, running my tongue over the head.

He groans, and his hand comes up to tangle in my hair. “You’re such a tease.”

His cock is smooth and velvety soft, and when I take him into my mouth, he groans again, and the sound is almost pained. His grip tightens in my hair as I bob my head, taking him deeper.

“You look so fucking sexy right now,” he rasps.

His words only spur me on. I keep sucking and licking, enjoying the way his body shudders. His cock is throbbing in my mouth, and when he pulls me off him, I can’t help but let out a frustrated sigh.

“You keep that up, and this will be over far too quickly,” he says. “And there’s no way in hell I’m coming without being buried deep inside you.”

He pushes me back, and I scramble to get out of my dress. It hits the floor, and then he’s on top of me, with his naked body pressed against mine. The weight of him feels delicious, and when he rocks his hips, his cock slides between my folds, but I don’t let him enter me yet.

I push him over and roll on top of him. His hands come up to cup my breasts, and his thumbs flick over my nipples. “I could look at you like this all night,” he says as his eyes roam over me.

“Oh, yeah?” I tease.

“Mmhmm.” He grins. “You’re so fucking gorgeous. Your tits, your ass, that perfect little pussy.”

The dirty words make me even hotter, and I can’t resist the temptation any longer. I guide him to my entrance and sink down, moaning as his cock stretches me.

“Fuck,” he growls. “You feel so goddamn good.”

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