Page 74 of The Bratva's Innocent Sold Bride
My dress was hidden in the back of my closet after the final alterations were made. I had scoured every designer boutique in the area until I found it and pulled it out now. For some reason, I decided I wanted it to be a surprise, since our wedding hadn’t exactly been a great day for me, and Mat had barged in and seen my gown before the ceremony anyway.
The sea green fabric fell in simple, swirling folds all the way to my feet, and the halter top showed off my shoulders. There were no beads or sparkles, but a subtle, darker green thread was embroidered around the waist and the hemline. It had made me think of an ancient Egyptian queen, and I had to have it.
“You’re going to look gorgeous in that.” Mat’s low rumble made me twist around.
I shrieked. It was too late; he’d already seen it. “It was supposed to be a surprise,” I said, then laughed. “It was silly.”
He blinked, all wide-eyed innocence. “What? I didn’t see a thing.” He advanced on me, reaching to smooth some loose hair away from my face. “You could wear your ratty old bathrobe and still be more beautiful than anyone else at this party tonight.”
He was talking about my lucky bathrobe that I retrieved from my dad’s house. It had gotten me through a lot of grueling study time in college, and I wasn’t giving it up until it disintegrated. Mat liked to tease me about how gross it was as much as he liked taking it off me.
Taking a step closer, he put his hands on my sides, tugging me an inch closer to him. He had the look in his eyes that made me hunger for him. I had become insatiable, having to tear myself away from thoughts of him when we were apart. When he leaned down to kiss me, the hanger slipped out of my hand, and my new dress fell in a heap on the ground.
It was going to get wrinkled, but that was the last thought on my mind when his lips touched mine. Every day I woke up to those kisses and fell asleep each night in his arms after plenty of them, and I still couldn’t get enough.
“How much time until the party starts?” he asked, moving to nuzzle my neck.
The party? What party? Would the guests actually notice if we weren’t there at all? “About three hours now,” I murmured, letting my head tip back so he could find the spot behind my ear that made my insides turn liquid.
There was still so much to oversee, and my hair and makeup to do, but instead of pushing him away, I ran my palms up his chest, digging my fingernails into those hard muscles under his shirt. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I found his mouth, licking his lower lip. He nudged his tongue between my lips, pulling me flush with his body.
Heat washed over me as my blood began to race. My legs felt like they wouldn’t hold me up, but Mat would. He’d never let me go. I held on tight as he lifted me off my feet and carriedme a few steps, depositing me on the center island that held my jewelry, his ties, and watches.
Sweeping the velvet bracelet stands and wooden earring rack out of the way, he spread my legs around his hips and stepped close, leaning down to kiss my neck again.
“You’re delicious,” he said. “I’m going to taste you all the way down.”
I shivered with anticipation, breathing him in. “And you smell good. Where have you been?”
“Flower shop,” he said.
I laughed, my fingers winding into his hair. “Come on, you can think of a better cover story than that.” He no longer kept secrets from me, and I didn’t shy away when things got a little gruesome, but I knew he still held back from time to time to keep me from worrying.
“It’s true. Masha sent me when they didn’t send some of the arrangements. I was supposed to teach them a lesson they’d never forget, but I really just picked them up and accepted their apology.”
We paused in our fevered kisses to laugh. That was something that had surprised me about my stone-faced husband; we shared the same sense of humor. This big Bratva king storming a flower shop so my party would be perfect was incongruous, but he always got the job done, no matter what it was.
Like he was getting the job done now, if the task was driving me crazy with desire. He popped the buttons on my blouse and snapped open my bra, moaning with appreciation when my breasts were free. His big hands cupped them gently,his thumbs sliding across my nipples to raise them to tight peaks.
“I love these pretty tits of yours,” he growled, lowering his head to nip at them.
I shimmied out of my blouse and bra, then tried to start working on his shirt, but he was too intent on licking his way further down my body. There was no fighting it, even if I wanted to, which I didn’t.
Lying back on the countertop, I sighed with pleasure at the trail of kisses, gasping when he got to the top of my jeans. Pulling me closer to the edge of the counter, he made quick work of getting them off and tossing them aside.
I looked up as his eyes searched my naked body, feeling a warm glow under his worshipful gaze. Just the look was enough to have me reaching for him, impatient for what he had planned. I knew exactly what that tongue could do to me, and I needed it. Now.
“Mat,” I said urgently.
His eyes locked with mine, dark, velvety blue. He dropped between my legs, burying his face in my pussy. I was already so wet, and as soon as his mouth met my tender flesh, I arched, gripping his hair. Just a look. He could drive me that wild with only his eyes.
But I could drive him wild, too, and I locked my legs around his shoulders, trapping him in place. His fingers dug into my thighs as he lapped at me, finding my clit and making me cry out. Electricity flowed up and down my legs with every stroke of his masterful tongue.
As much as I would have loved to draw out the shimmers of pleasure that washed over me, he was too good, too much. Iwas shaking and barely holding on when he commanded me to come. I had to obey, holding on tight as he pushed me over the edge.
My eyes slammed shut as the waves coursed over me, and I felt my hands falling away from his hair to thump against the countertop. As the tremors eased, Mat began to kiss back up my body, meeting my slack mouth with his, wet with my juices.
I shoved at his chest, finding the energy to fake a pout. “Why are you still fully dressed?”
