Page 7 of The Bratva's Auctioned Bride
We drink, and talk, and it’s like we’re the only two people here. No one else matters anymore because he has captivated me fully.
Shots mix with champagne and vodka, and soon I’m so relaxed I’m having the best night of my life.
Mila doesn’t even flutter an eyelash when I tell her I’m leaving with Dio just past 1 AM. She pulls me into a hug and whispers, “Glad you found your type. Have a blast, but don’t come back too late in the morning, otherwise I can’t cover for you.”
My heart is racing in a new way as he leads me out of the club, his hand in mine, and we walk a short way to a very luxurious hotel. He books the penthouse suite, and again, I’m in disbelief that I’m really, actually about to do this.
The elevator ride up to the penthouse is well-lit, contrasting with the dark safety of the red club lights. I wonder if my hair is a mess, or if my cheeks are red. Or if I’m sweaty.
I’ve never been with anyone before, and now I’m about to lose my virginity to a total stranger I met a few hours ago on a dance floor.
And the best part—I’m so freaking excited I’m giddy about it.
At least he isn’t a total stranger. Arseni knew him. This means he’s part of the Bratva world and is likely connected to Mila’s circle in some way.
But whatever, I don’t even care right now.
The elevator doors slide open, and Diomid takes my hand, leading me to the penthouse door and swiping his keycard.
It clicks open, and he pulls me inside.
I should be more nervous than I am. But my head is fuzzy with alcohol, and all I care about is that he’s the most insanely gorgeous thing I’ve ever set my eyes on, and I can’t wait for him to…
Before I can finish the thought, Diomid pulls me close, and as his hand slides around my waist, his lips press into mine.
My body spikes with desire. He steps forward, forcing my back against the closed door as his hands slide down my waist and over my thighs. My heart races faster, and I gasp against his open mouth. My fingers tug at his shirt buttons and pull them open. His skin is hot, tanned, rippled with muscles.
Fuck. He’s a hundred times hotter without a shirt on.
My eyes graze over him as he steps back to shrug it off. The bulge of his cock against his pants is massive, and it makes my heart skip a beat.
Diomid growls as he scoops me into his arms and carries me to the bedroom with my legs wrapped around his waist and his fingers slowly drifting between my legs, teasing me, flooding me with need.
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Birds are singing, and bright warm sunlight is soaking into my closed eyelids. A smile drifts onto my face as I snuggle against the toned chest of the stranger I hooked up with last night. Holy wow. It was so good. I thought it would hurt more, but the pleasure was so intense I hardly noticed the pain, and everything was indescribably magical. I think the alcohol helped too. I can’t believe I don’t have a hangover. It’s been a long time since I was that drunk.
My cheeks glow with a flush of heat when I think about all the things I did.
This guy is like the Greek god of pleasure. He knew exactly what he was doing, and maybe, in some ways, I’m spoiled now. Because how will anyone ever compare?
I giggle softly to myself as my eyes flutter open.
“Good morning, little angel. “
His dark, deep voice soothes over me.
“Morning,” I smile, shy now that I’m no longer empowered by the shots.
But as I wake up fully, being shy is the last of my worries. I realize just how bright the room is. Shit. It’s much later than it should be. It’s far too late for me to be lying in bed with a stranger. No matter how good it feels.
I sit up with a surge of panic flickering through me.
“I, I really need to go,” I stammer.
“I thought you might stay for breakfast. Then we could come back to bed and start again,” he grins.
I bite my lip, briefly considering his offer and really wanting to accept it. But I can’t.
