Page 41 of The Bratva's Auctioned Bride
“You were helpful, that much was obvious, but you can’t keep putting yourself in danger. This goes back to the night at the club. Do you know why you stood out so much?”
My brows furrow, and my arms fall to my side, my curiosity spiking. He never told me I stood out. He told me I was just the first girl he happened to see, and that was that.
“Why?” I ask, nervously.
“Because you were a good girl, trying desperately to be bad,” he says, walking over to me.
He’s standing close enough for me to breath in his scent. Aftershave mixed with sweat. A masculine scent that has my heart beating faster.
“I’m not a good girl,” I stammer defensively.
“Oh, but you are, Angel. You’re a very good girl. And you want to be bad so badly, you’re willing to take risks to do it. But it’s not in your nature. I see straight through you.”
Shaking my head slowly, I bite my lip, my eyes locked with his.
“I can be anyone I want to be. I don’t have to be one thing,” I whisper, because his face is close to mine.
“There’s nothing wrong with being a good girl, Angel. Good girls get spoiled. They get whatever they want.” His words are low, teasing, and dangerous as he reaches up and brushes his fingers over my jaw, down my throat, across my collarbone.
“But bad girlstakewhat they want,” I argue.
“Do you think I’d ever let a girl take what she wants from me?” he asks. “Or do you think I’d punish her for trying?”
“What if a girl wanted to be punished?” I whisper so softly I can barely believe the words are my own. My skin is on fire, my body pulsing with lust. There is a feverish heat flooding me, pooling between my legs, pulsing and pleading.
Diomid takes another step toward me, pushing me against his desk. I gasp in fright when my ass bumps up against it.
“If a girl wants something from me, no matter what it is, she has to do what I say. If she’s good enough, I’ll consider giving her what she wants,” he whispers against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. I tilt my head back and take in a sharp breath as his hand brushes over my waist.
“What would you tell her to do?” I ask, as he slips his hand beneath my t-shirt and slowly moves it higher, pulling the cup of my bra down so that he can tease my nipples. I shiver with delight as he tugs gently, and his smile grows darker.
“I’d tell her to open her mouth,” he growls.
My lips part on command, and he brushes his thumb over my lower lip. My heart races as he grabs my jaw and locks his mouth over mine, pushing his tongue between my lips and tasting me with force.
The kiss ignites the wildest fire inside me. An uncontrollable desire shoots like lightning through every cell in my body.
He kisses me deeper, more fiercely, more urgently, until I spark with boldness and push him away.
“What if she didn’t obey you?” I ask, a glint of mischief in my eyes.
His eyes darken with lust.Thisis exactly what he wanted to hear.
He tugs me away from the desk and spins me around, bending me over it and shoving me forward. He pushes me hard against the desk, his hand pressing along my spine, slowly, seductively pushing my t-shirt up.
I squirm, trying to stand up, but he won’t let me.
My heart races even faster, and my pussy swells, throbbing with desire. He pulls my t-shirt over my head, and instead of pulling it right off me, he wraps it around my wrists.
When I try to stand up again, he shoves me forward and lands a sharp slap with his flat hand against my ass cheek. Even through my jeans, it stings hard enough to know I’ll have a red imprint.
I bite my lip, a nervous, excited giggle slipping from my mouth.
“Are you having fun, princess?” he growls darkly.
Diomid reaches around my hips and tugs my jeans open, and in one swift movement, he pulls them down along with my panties, exposing my ass, bent over the desk, pointing right at him.
I wiggle, suddenly shy—in the bright light of his office, there is nowhere to hide.
