Page 59 of Bought to Bear Bratva Heir

The fisted hands on my chest flattened, and I knew she could feel the pounding of my heart under my shirt. I didn’t even care that she could. I wanted her to know how she made me feel because I wanted her to feel the same way.

"Is that so?" One hand on the small of her back, I let the other one drift upward. My fingertips skimming the underside of herbreast. "Are you telling me you don’t want my hands on you right now, Daisy?"

"Alec could come down—"

"Upstairs having his swim lesson. We have two hours before I have to get ready." I edged her backwards, back into her room.

"You’re marrying someone else," she whispered, but there was no real fight left in her voice. Lips half-parted, she lifted her chin up to meet my eyes. "Tonight is your engagement—"

I couldn’t stand to hear those words from her lips. I didn’t need reminding of what tonight was. It was all I could think about.

The fact that deep down I knew I was making a massive mistake.

Smashing my mouth down onto hers, I silenced her by sliding my tongue into her mouth. For a second, Daisy was rigid against me, and then with a sigh, she wrapped her arms around my neck, thrusting her breasts into my hands, and moaned.

It was like music to my ears. Walking her backwards, I kicked the door shut behind us. The sound made her jump.

"Ilya, no."

One second she was pressed against my chest, and the next I had her spun around. My hand closed around her slender throat as I dragged her against me.

"Yes, Daisy. You can lie to yourself." Sliding my hand down her front, I popped the button of her jeans and let my hand dive down further. Pushing past her underwear, I coated my fingers in her wetness. "But you can never lie to me."

Before she could open her beautiful mouth and tell me she wasn’t, I thrust those fingers between her lips as far as they would go, making her gag on them.

"Taste how wet I make you, Daisy."

I expected her to fight against me. Instead, she closed her lips around the two fingers and sucked. Another groan escaped mylips; my cock throbbed to life, pressing against the groove of her delectable ass.

Had I ever wanted a woman as much as I wanted this one? Had I ever loved one?

I pushed the thought away even when I knew it was true. I did love her, and that’s why she had to pay.

"Greedy." My fingers flexed around her throat, cutting off her oxygen, but only for a few seconds. "Greedy little—"

Keeping my hand around her throat, I walked her forward. "Taking what’s mine." Roughly, I pushed her down onto the bed. Pushing her breasts and face into the mattress, I tore her jeans down her legs, kicking them apart.

I should take her like this. Hard and rough. I should punish her with my cock. She deserved that much.

Hell, she would welcome it.

But tonight was the last night I could ever touch her, and I wanted to.

Falling to my knees, I dragged her pink, swollen pussy towards my mouth. I dived deep with my tongue. Spearing her with it over and over again.

"Ilya." Under me, Daisy writhed.

Part of me wanted to tell her to be quiet. But I didn’t want that. Not really. I wanted her to scream my name so loudly that the whole city heard who was making her cum.

"I fucking hate you so much." I flicked my tongue against the little bundle of nerves. "I hate you, but I can’t stay away from you."

I wasn’t even trying to stay away from her anymore. I parted her further. My tongue probed against her dark hole even as my fingers slid inside of her.

She clamped around me, so tight, so wet, that I almost came in my pants.

"And you love it, don’t you?" I fucked her with my fingers, curling them inside of her.

And it still wasn’t enough. Grumbling, I tossed her onto her back. Throwing her knees over my shoulders, I buried my face back into her.