Page 59 of The Bratva's Auctioned Bride
Matvei and I are standing by the grill, chatting, laughing too, but he doesn’t have my full focus. “Hey man, grab us a round of beers,” Matvei says, eyeing my drink, his already empty. “Can do, do you want one of those toasted cheese things Val made? I think there are still a few left.”
“Yes, definitely, grab me two before Zakhar gets out of the pool and gets hold of them,” he laughs, grinning in Zakhar’s direction. I chuckle as I walk away, looking around at everyone enjoying themselves. They really are good guys. I’m grateful to realize that.
My stubborn side would have stopped me from allowing myself to connect with them if it hadn’t been for Angelika.
My eyes drift toward her again as I throw some grilled cheese squares onto a plate, two fresh beers tucked into my back pockets.
She’s too captivating. I can’t keep going on like this.
Inwardly groaning, I head back to Matvei and hand him a plate of snacks and a beer. From the corner of my eye, I see Angelika heading into the house.
My heart leaps into my throat. She’s wearing the same little yellow sundress she wore in Barbados. Memories flash through my mind. Maybe I could just talk to her. A moment.
“I’m going to… uh… just going to run inside quick,” I blurt out. Matvei isn’t bothered in the least. He nods vaguely, his attention on the steaks.
I bolt inside after her, and as soon as I’m close enough, I grab her arm, frightening her as I drag her into the closest guest room.
“What are you doing?” she whispers, her brows raised high with surprise.
Instead of answering her, I pull her close and kiss her.
For a split second, there is resistance, and I think she’s going to shove me away and slap me. But in the blink of an eye, it’s gone, and she’s leaning into me. Her hands start clawing at me, raking over my skin, her nails grazing my sun-kissed flesh.
I groan with pleasure as she moves against me, my hand brushing down her back, desperate, full of need.
She jumps up into my arms and wraps her legs around my waist. My hands cradle her ass, my fingers drift between her legs, beneath her dress, over her lace panties, and my heart screams full speed ahead.
There’s no stopping me now. There’s no more self-control. I have to have her.
My cock is throbbing against the seams of my pants when I carry her over to the bed. She moans softly against my mouth, threading her fingers up my neck and through my hair, tugging.
I don’t dare let her go as I lower her onto the bed and lie over her with my body pinning her down and my hips pushing her legs apart. I’m terrified she’s going to tell me to stop, and I won’t be able to.
But Angel grabs the waistband of my jeans and pulls me even closer to her. She gasps, feverish and lustful, her lips swollen and parted as her eyes take me in. Her pupils dilate as I slowly push her dress up around her waist, licking my lips, wild at the sight of her.
She runs her tongue over her top lip, and it pushes me over the edge.
In a rush, I rip the button open on my pants, yank the zip down, and free my cock.
Her breath shudders as I slip my fingers beneath her panties and pull them aside.
Neither of us takes our eyes off each other as I rub my cock over her soaked pussy, spreading her honey, and then slowly, teasingly, pushing my cock into her tight, perfect little pussy.
Angelika gasps, tilting her head back as her eyes flutter, pleasure flooding her. The deeper I push into her, the harder her nails dig into my sides.
I bury my face in the curve of her neck, the scent of her hair covering me, and pull out slowly, then thrust in again, harder, more forceful. Her body jerks beneath me with the force of each thrust. She’s holding onto me, clinging to me like she never wants to let go. Wrapping my arms around her back, I grip her tightly in an embrace that speaks more words than I can say. My body wants to be entwined around her, against her, stealing every inch of her. My heart wants to be merged with hers, synchronizing each beat as we move together, and my cock fills her up and claims her as my own.
Each thrust, each time I push into her, I groan again with relief. I’ve waited so long. I’ve spent all this time avoiding her, telling myself I can’t have her.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
This…. This is everything I need.
I push into her again, wanting more and more.
Angelika wraps her hands around my neck and kisses me. Her lips moving over mine, her tongue inside my mouth.
She’s arching into me, urgency building, like a pressure deep inside her needs to be released. Her breathing becomeserratic, and when I pull away from the kiss to look at her, her pupils are dilated, and her eyes are wild.
