Page 59 of The Bratva's Innocent Pregnant Bride
“I thought you lived in LA,” I said, waving my hand around at the lux hotel.
“I’m in the process of buying a house,” he said. “Now that I’m sure I want to stay in America.” He gave me a long look, like he wanted to say more, but only tucked me in under the covers and asked if I needed anything.
He was surprisingly solicitous, making a call to room service and then carrying me out to the living area so I couldscroll through channels on the big TV. I was so weak, I could hardly sit upright, but after some toast and hot herbal tea, I felt much better. Almost like I wasn’t sick at all, which was odd for a virus. I wasn’t feverish or achy, and now that the nausea passed, I was only a little bit tired.
Snapping off the television, I turned to Dan, who put down his coffee and gave me his full attention. I had so many questions but was sidetracked momentarily by how sexy he looked with dark stubble shading his jaw, and his blond hair all rumpled from sleep. He wore a t-shirt that molded to his muscular chest and his biceps were close to busting the seams. Dragging my eyes up, I got down to business.
“I’m sure they’re still looking for me,” I said. “There was someone else, a big boss. Gavril Bocharov. He was the one who wanted answers.”
He perked up at the name of that elusive executive at Axon, his brow furrowing as if he recognized it. “You’re safe here,” he said, informing me one of his cousins owned the hotel and he personally knew most of the security team.
“But what about your family in Aspen? Mr. Bocharov asked so many questions about the Fokins, almost like he was more interested in them than what I knew about what was going on at Axon.”
Once again he looked like he wanted to say something, and he eventually pulled me into his arms on the overstuffed velvet couch. If I still had any leftover fears for my own safety, they disappeared when his strong arms wrapped around me, enveloping me with warmth.
“Believe me when I say you don’t have to worry about my family. They’ve got it covered in Aspen.” He tugged on my hair so I would look up at him and there was so much confidence in hiseyes that my worry for the Fokins melted away. Being snuggled up so close to him had that magical effect and I was happy to take advantage of it after what I went through.
His hand slid down my back, his fingers running along my thigh until he reached the edge of the hotel robe I put on after my shower. As soon as I felt the heat of his palm on my leg, all my remaining questions scattered. Who needed answers when Dan was looking at me like that, his eyes dark and focusing on my lips.
I eased myself closer, half on his lap, and tipped my chin up. At the first touch of his mouth on mine, fire coursed through me. A hunger that could never be satisfied by anything from room service. With his strong hands gripping my arms, he pulled me fully onto his lap. I gasped against his questing tongue as I felt the hard bulge pulsing against me.
Straddling him, I twined my fingers in his hair, grinding against his stiff shaft. Finally I made a fierce noise, reaching down between us to yank at the zipper on his jeans. I was naked beneath the robe and I needed to feel his heat, not this rough fabric.
“Good idea,” he murmured, pushing aside my robe as I tugged the zipper down.
I paused at the feel of his fingertips stroking over my taut nipples, captured by bliss. Heat pooled in my core and I pressed harder against him, finally tugging his big, hard cock free from the jeans.
Gripping the back of my neck, he kissed me as I ran my hand up and down his silky shaft, both of us moaning. He held me tight, lifting off the couch just enough to get his jeans down around his ankles, then kicked them away. Another quick movement had my robe completely off and tossed aside.
My chest heaved with anticipation as he held onto my shoulders and looked down at me. A glimmer of anger crossed his face as his eyes lingered on my throat. Leaning down, he placed a gentle kiss under my ear.
“No one will ever hurt you again,” he swore in such a sure voice that I believed him.
He ran his hands down my sides, closing his eyes as if pained while I continued to stroke him, harder and faster. I loved the hot, smooth feel of him in my grasp, loved the way he slid his hands lower to ease between my thighs.
I loved everything about him.
My eyes flew open and I found him watching me as he circled my clit, making me writhe on his lap and hold onto him tighter. He winced, then smiled, leaning to lick my lower lip. Delicious pressure built up as he expertly worked my body with just his fingers, and trapped me with his possessive gaze. I couldn’t look away, and lost my strength, letting my hand fall away as he brought me closer to the edge.
How did he do it? With just the slightest touch and a look, I was under his control. And I wanted to be there, never wanted this to stop. My legs trembled as I moved with his fingers. I gasped when he pushed them deep inside me, then dragged them out to tease me some more, now wet with my juices.
“I could watch you like this for the rest of my life,” he said. “As much as I want to bury my cock so far inside you, I want to watch your eyes roll back even more.”
I moaned, grabbing onto his shoulders and pushing down hard against his straining cock. “Please, Dan, get inside me now. Right now.”
“Not until you scream,” he said, then laughed, though it was a pained sound. “You can be as loud as you want here, little girl.”
A sense of wicked freedom washed over me. I had never felt anything like it before. Not even when I was riding at full speed down a dangerous course. Nothing could compare to what Dan could do to me, and the best part was that I could tell he was enjoying it just as much. Even as he tortured himself by holding back, he meant every word of his naughty little speech. He wanted me to scream for him.
His fingers found the spot that tipped me over the edge. I couldn’t hold on anymore. He was going to get what he wanted. I let my head fall back as waves of pleasure coursed through me and screamed his name to the high ceiling.
I was still weak when he lifted me, slamming me back down on his rock hard cock. His fingers dug into my backside as he guided me up and down, my body slapping against his in perfect rhythm. I took every inch of him, scraping my nails down his chest, gripping his shoulders, leaning down to drag my teeth across his smooth skin. I wanted all of him and he was giving it to me.
“Now,” he growled, taking a handful of my hair and kissing me deeply. When he pulled away, his eyes locked with mine. “Now,” he said again, breathlessly.
I rammed down hard as he kissed me again, smothering his wild roar with my mouth as he drove deep a final time. His head fell back against the plush couch cushions and I writhed against him to drag out yet another orgasm. He chuckled weakly, running his hands up my back to drag me close.
I breathed him in, hot and damp with sweat, kissed his mouth and then his shoulder, finally letting my head rest there as I caught my breath and reveled in the aftershocks.
