Page 16 of The Bratva Contract
She’s furious, fiery and ready to claw at me. A strange lightness floats inside me; maybe I’m amused, or maybe I just relish the triumph of winding her up. She charges, arm raised to slap me. Reflexes honed by decades in the bratva serve me well. My hand darts out; I snatch her wrist and haul her against me. My other arm snakes around her waist, and I lift her, pivoting until she’s seated on the edge of my desk. Her eyes widen for an instant, the only hint that I’ve surprised her.
“You think you can manhandle me like—” she snaps. I cut her off with a kiss, the chemistry and conflict sparking between us.
I expect her to bite me or knee me in the nuts. Instead, Karina shocks me. She winds her arms around my neck and, with a soft sigh, lets the tension drain from her body. She molds her lips to mine, welcoming my tongue into the recesses of her perfect mouth. Heat burrows at the base of my spine, and my hands tangle in her hair. It’s too good, and the rush rockets to my head like too much vodka. She’s a shot of something addictive, fogging my brain.
I break the kiss, and she lifts her arm to slap me again. I stop her easily. She glares, snarls a small noise of fury, and searches for another way to strike me. With her free hand, she unbuttons her jacket, revealing the lacy white bra beneath. The full globes of her breasts press against the stiff fabric, threatening to spill free. My mouth goes dry. With a flick of her thumb, she unhooks the front clasp, giving me an eyeful of her gorgeous tits. I’ll give her this, as a strategist, she knows exactly how to stop me in my tracks.
“What happened to waiting until the wedding night? Doing only your duty and no more?” I challenge, but my voice sounds throttled and I can’t take my eyes off her bare breasts, the pretty pink nipples tightening in the cool air.
“That’s always been the plan,” she says, her voice as ragged as mine. “My theory is that if we indulge in a one-time hate-fuck, it’ll take the edge off, and we won’t murder each other before the ceremony.”
“There’s something to be said for that logic,” I admit, my gaze still locked on her breasts. She lifts one hand and toys with her own nipple almost absently. My cock likes that too much, and I step closer. I can’t get between her knees because of the tight little skirt, so I skate my hands up the outside of her thighs and shove the fabric higher, freeing her legs so I can slip between them. I catch her wrist and pull her hand from her nipple, shaking my head.
“That’s my job, surely,” I scold. She clutches the front of my shirt, and I drag her jacket and bra off, clumsy in my haste. I can’t wait another second to get my mouth on her. I bend her back over my arm, relief flooding me when my lips close over her tight nipple and I give a long, hard suck. She squirms, her body heating even more. I palm her other breast, teasing the sensitive flesh.
Karina gives in for a moment, and I feel her surrender all the way to my teeth. I nearly growl with satisfaction. Her fingers are in my hair, her nails scratch lightly at my scalp, a sensation that drives chills all down my body. Her tenderness and sensuality kindle such a response in me that the tether I had on my desires snaps at once. My fingers dig into the flesh of her full hips and I claim her mouth again. The kiss sears me, her tongue slides along mine and her fingers tighten in my hair. I bear her back onto the desk and climb over her. When her spine hits the wood, she seems to shake off the spell of surrender and tries to wriggle away. I hold her fast, pinning her down with my body and put my mouth to her neck. She shoves at my shoulders ineffectually.I’m not letting her go so easily. Not when she’s pushed me this far.
I stroke her nipple deliberately, making her flesh pebble and strain into my touch. I lick and suck at her throat, drawing a rich scent that drives me mad. Levering off her, I yank off my belt and unzip pants now painfully tight. She scrambles off the desk. Exasperated, I follow, stalking her. She covers her breasts with one arm, as if hiding them could erase the memory of my mouth on her moments ago. She grabs a bronze duck, one of my father’s knickknacks, and hurls it at me. I dodge. Apparently, I haven’t turned her on enough to ruin her aim. She snatches her jacket off the floor and clutches it to her chest.
“I’m supposed to just melt and be putty in your hands? That’s how potent yourcharmis?”
“That’s how it usually works,” I say with a half smile. I’m closing in on her and almost have her backed into a corner. She fakes to one side and slips away to the left, lunging for my door. I chuckle.
Within seconds I have her pinned against the door, and I take the risk I’ve been dying to take. Dropping to my knees, I grab her thighs and press my face to her. I kiss her plump mound through the fabric of her skirt, tasting her desire there. I slide her skirt up those long, smooth legs and lean back just enough to meet her gaze. Her eyes are dark, pupils blown wide, lips parted, pink, swollen, damp from my kisses. I surge up her body to catch that plush lower lip between my teeth. She gasps into my mouth, and then our lips, tongues, and teeth clash. The fire between us is out of control.
CHAPTER 10
KARINA
Dimitri Petrov, crime boss and power player, with an assassin’s cold gaze and Satan’s own arrogance, has a mouth made for sin.
As soon as he pushes my skirt up, he knows. My bare sex is right there, inches from his face. No panties, no G-string, not even the slightest attempt to conceal that I came here naked and waiting for him. Everything feels plump and sensitive, showing I’ve gone completely liquid for him. I watch his expression shift from the determined predator who stalked me across the room to a lover undone by the sight and scent of my arousal. When he looks up and meets my gaze, his granite features soften, almost boyish, delight tugging at the corners of his mouth. I reach down and brush that smile with my fingertip, charmed and unable to hide it.
“You came here knowing we’d end up like this,” he says, and he can’t keep the wonder from his voice. I smile at him.
“Maybe not exactly like this, but I did picture you on your knees,” I confess. A rush that’s more than mere lust ripplesthrough me. Warmth blooms in my chest, threatening tears. I cup his face, and he turns to kiss my palm, his mouth hot and sultry, before dipping lower. Need coils low in my belly and gives a sharp tug when he nuzzles my sex. The rasp of his stubble scrapes my sensitive flesh. He mouths me, kissing my outer lips, tracing the inner folds with the tip of his tongue. Then he tugs the loose hood at the apex of my sex, baring my clit that’s already pulsing and swollen with lust.
Dimitri parts my inner lips and French-kisses my slit, tonguing me until my hips buck. He goes for it with all the force and intensity that intimidate me about him. Knees trembling, I grip his short hair and tip my head back against the door. I throw one leg over his shoulder, my body open and quivering; sharp snaps of pleasure drag moans from deep within me as he devours me. He finds my clit with his thumb and rubs. I can’t stand it, it’s too much. I try to squirm away from his relentless mouth, his touch merciless. My hands scrabble for purchase, shoving at him, out of my mind with an orgasm that threatens to obliterate me if I surrender. I fight, thrash against him, and it only ignites him further. He goes so hard that I see stars when he rocks my hips, rubbing my sex over his face until I come.
My core clenches around nothing while my hips buck, helpless in the throes of blinding ecstasy. I’m shaking, weak. I want to drag myself away, but he’s broken me with pleasure. I’m drunk on it, riding his face shamelessly. He squeezes my ass, anchoring me as he licks and nips, milking every last shudder and pulse, stretching my climax beyond what I can stand. Sobs rack my body, another impulse I can’t control. When he finally lifts his face, I can’t look at him. Embarrassed, undone by his wicked touch, I turn away. He lowers my leg, presses a reverent kiss to the inside of my thigh, and rises. I’m trembling, afraid to stand without the door for support.
For a minute or two, I stand there catching my breath and feeling the stray clenches of my inner muscles, aftershocks from the greatest orgasm of my life. I have to say something, take back some control if not dignity. There’s no hope of hiding the fact he has unraveled me, stripped me bare of all my defenses so easily.
“My turn.” I crook my finger, beckoning him closer. He looks smug, thoroughly pleased with himself.
“Already? I thought I’d worn you out for at least a few minutes.”
“Is it a bad thing to find your bride ravenous?” I say archly.
His entire face seems to darken at my words and he’s upon me again, his mouth on my neck, kissing and biting while I cling to his shoulders. He picks me up, one hand on my ass, and carries me back to his desk. I feel papers crinkle under my bare ass. I try to shift off of them but he shakes his head, claims my mouth.
“I don’t want to ruin your paperwork,” I murmur.
“Don’t care.” He tears at his belt, breath ragged. “Need to fuck you.”
I start to unbutton his shirt slowly, intending to tease, but after one button I rip it open and seal my mouth over his chest. He’s so muscular, huge, solid, and strong. I love the pelt of hair there, the greenish-black lines of a tattoo along his ribs. My palm trails down his abs, feeling how rock-hard his muscles are, how tense with arousal. Feminine triumph curls through me; I did this to him, drove him beside himself with lust. I yank off his tie and drag the shirt from his shoulders. His gaze devours my breasts, and I can’t help preening under the attention. He fondles them like he could do it all night, and God, I wish he would.
“There’s no need to undress me,” he teases, lowering his zipper. I lean in, kiss his chest just below the collarbone.
