Page 103 of Wicked Vows (Suvorov Bratva 2)

I lick my lips as my cock throbs to life. Ruthless Liya is new—and far sexier than I could ever have anticipated.

And it’s not so much the anger as it is the strength. She hassomuch fight in her. While I’m drawn to protect the soft and loving Liya, I realize that I can’t help being drawn in by ruthless and combative Liya.

She makes me excited. She makes me hungry.

What little distance is left between us disappears when I invade her space. “I’myourbastard and monster.”

Her chest presses flush to mine, and she pours venom into her next words.

“Fuck you, Pavel.”

Furious heat boils between us. My cock jumps at her proximity, aching to be shoved between her legs. It’s an alarming desire that fuels me into pinning her against the desk, a ravenous need that won’t ever be put out unless I get precisely what I want.

And what I want is her.

Allof her.

She gasps when I lock her wrists behind her back. My mouth clasps over hers, an alarmed squeak vibrating my lips and doubling my hunger. She tries to shimmy out of my grip, but I don’t relent. I don’t care.

When I release her lips, she gasps for air, tilting her head back to suck oxygen into her lungs. I nuzzle into her cleavage while pinching her wrists together, her opposition slacking as my tongue slides over her flesh.

One subtle buck from her is all it takes to push me beneath her top. I slurp her nipple into my mouth, vibrating with satisfaction when I hear her tell-tale mewl. She’s not trying to wiggle away anymore. She’s giving into me.

She wants this just as much as I do.

And why not? We’ve been running for hours. We’ve been fighting at every turn. Each moment might be our last. And now, this little moment of downtime is all that it takes. I want to remind myself that I’m alive. I want to remind her of the same thing.

My tongue sweeps over her nipple repeatedly while she arches against me. Every lap produces a lustful sigh, her groans growing ragged when I swipe my free hand over the zipper of her jeans. Her hips pursue my hand when I pull back.

“Fuck you,” she gasps. “Fuck you!”

This whole clusterfuck is my doing.

She’s on her toes, body arching to place her nipple back in my mouth. I hungrily nip the hardened bud while tugging on her jeans.

I didn’t take control. This is what happens when I’m tempted by the thought of leaving everything behind.

I release her nipple and mark a path to her neck, devouring every inch.

This is what happens when I let bad ideas get into my head.

Because leavingisa bad idea. How could I have allowed Liya to get into my head? Because she got into my heart?

That’s bullshit.

I drift back and watch Liya squirm unattended, her eyes closed and neck exposed to receive more of my lips. In the dim light, she looks like a dream.

But this has been nothing but a nightmare since I let her wrestle control.

I sweep my thumb over her lower lip.There’s no use dreaming about the future if we die in the present.

I shove my thumb between her lips, pressing hard on her tongue. She opens her eyes, anger and lust mixing together in a heady mix.

I have to take over.

I shove her onto the desk, yanking my belt open in a swift motion. “Spread your legs.”

Anger mixes with the flush on her face. For a moment, I think she might say no. But wordlessly, she obeys, unzipping her jeans and letting them pool around her ankles before kicking them to the floor.

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