Page 70 of Shattered Altar (Makarova Bratva Duet)

I run my tongue over his lips and then slide it into his mouth, deepening the kiss. Even with him barely moving, I feel the connection all the way down to my toes.

This. This is what I want.

But he’s right—I don’t know how to say that out loud.

When I pull back, he looks at me with one raised eyebrow. “Is that all you’ve got?”

I’ve never been a very competitive person, but Aleks knows how to press all of my buttons, apparently. Those five little words light a fire in me. Or rather, they throw gasoline onto a fire that’s been raging in me since the moment a hot man at the airport watched me spill coffee on myself.

I take the final step forward and stand between his legs. We’re both extremely aware of how insistently his cock is bulging against his zipper.

I turn around. “Unzip me.”

His warm fingers slide my zipper down to my lower back. I let it slip down my body, pooling at my feet. My bra and panties are conservative enough that I don’t feel completely exposed when the dress hits the ground.

At least, not yet. Not until I feel his hand on my ass. “Turn around and remove your bra,” he growls.

I take a deep breath and turn in place. His hand drags around my hip, settling high on my thigh. Aleks is relaxed, legs spread, forehead unlined. His gaze flits across my face before dipping down to my breasts.

He grabs the band of my panties and pulls me forward so that my thighs are at his crotch, rubbing against his erection.

I lean forward, ready to free him from his pants, but he grabs my wrists and shoves me backward.

“No,” he says firmly. “You first.”

I frown, wondering how the hell he’s managed to take control when I’m the one who’s supposed to be driving this interaction. But I really don’t mind one bit. In fact, I’m so wet that it’s getting uncomfortable.

I unclasp my bra and pull it off. My breasts spill free.

Aleks looks at me like he’ll die if he can’t have me.

“Now, your panties.”

I don’t delay with those. I shimmy them off my hips and they slide down my legs. Desire burns hot in his eyes for a moment before he nods. “That’s a good little girl. Come here and kneel.”

I bend down in front of him until I’m eye level with his erection. Then I unzip him and pull his dick free. He watches, impassive on the surface, but I can feel the heat of his lust scorching just beneath his skin.

I run my hand up his massive length, savoring the feel of him in my palm. I could just stay here forever, marveling at him.

But there’s more to come in this fucked-up dance of ours.

I drag my eyes up and unbutton his shirt to reveal his impressive abs. Russian words are tattooed across his left side. I have no idea what they mean, but I admire them nonetheless, running my fingertips over the flowing script.

Just more mysteries I can’t unlock in this man. More things hidden from the light.

He has a few other tattoos, none of which make any more sense than the first. An axe just above his right nipple, the silhouette of a tree on his chest.

I smooth my hands over the ink, admiring both them and the body beneath. Then I look up and see that Aleks is looking down at me.

And every thought in my head grinds to a halt, except for one.

I need to kiss him. Now.

I stand, wrap my hand around his neck, and pull his face to mine. I meld our mouths together, swirling my tongue in to taste him and tipping my head to the side to deepen our connection. I kiss Aleks until he moves against me, until his hands slide over my skin, until his cock is pressing against my stomach.

I gasp into his mouth as he sinks into his seat and pulls me onto his lap.

I raise my hips, desperate to feel him inside me. But before his cock touches my entrance, his fingers do.

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