Page 103 of The Bratva Sinner

She rocks against me. I groan and tighten my grip on her hips. I am certain this woman is going to kill me, but what a fucking way to go.

The drive home feels like it takes hours instead of twenty minutes. By the time we pull up to the house, we’re both disheveled and breathing hard.

I grab her hand and pull her inside, past the guards, who don’t look at us.

“My shoes!”

“Take them off, or I’ll carry you,” I reply.

And then, we’re jogging up the stairs with her heels long gone.

The door barely closes before I have her against it, my mouth on hers, my hands everywhere. She’s pulling at my clothes with the same urgency, scraping her nails down my chest.

“You’re mine,” I say against her throat. “No man touches you again. Ever.”

“Prove it,” she challenges.

We strip off our clothes until we’re both naked and breathing hard. She drops to her knees without warning.

I go still.

She looks up at me through her lashes. I exhale hard through my nose. I don’t know if I have the self-control to stand here while she sucks me into her mouth. I want to pound into her.

“Fuck, Lila.”

I reach out, sliding my hand through her hair.

She wraps one hand around my cock and begins to stroke me, watching my face for every reaction. Then, she leans forward and takes me into her mouth. I have to shoot out a hand to brace myself against the door.

“Christ.”

She sets a slow rhythm, working her tongue over my head and then down to my balls. It blurs my vision at the edges. She presses her free hand against my stomach, feeling the muscles contract. I thread my fingers through her hair. She takes me deeper, and I nearly collapse on top of her, a groan tearing out of me.

“You’re going to ruin me with that mouth, princess.”

I let her work me for another minute, long enough that my control starts to splinter before I reach down to pull her to her feet. She comes up flushed, her lips swollen, and looking unbearably pleased with herself.

I lift her off the floor. She wraps her legs around my waist. I carry her to the bed and drop her onto it. She bounces once, laughing, before I cover her body with mine, and the laugh dissolves into something else.

I settle between her thighs. She tilts her hips up to meet me. I push inside slowly, watching her face and the way her lips part. Her head tips back on a sweet sigh like she’s been waiting for me to be inside her all night.

Maybe she has.

I give her time to adjust. She digs her heels into the backs of my thighs.

“I didn’t come home with you to go slow,” she murmurs.

I smile and shake my head. “If you would shut up long enough and let me fuck you, you’d see I know what I’m doing.”

I move but don’t give her what she wants yet.

She slides her hands down my back, and then up to my shoulders and into my hair. She pulls me in for a kiss that’s all tongue. I bury my face in her neck and lose myself in the rhythm we find together.

“Maksim.” She says my name with a contented sigh.

“I’ve got you,” I tell her, and I mean so many things with those three words.

She comes with her fingers twisted in my hair and my name on her lips. I follow her over the edge with my face pressed against her throat. I had thought I was going to fuck her, but that’s not what that was. It reached a place I don’t have words for.