Page 139 of The Bratva Stalker's Ruthless Claim
“You have no idea,” he continues quietly, his gaze sweeping over me, “how good you look in this skirt suit. I’ve been thinking about taking it off you all evening.”
That does it.
I grab his hand immediately.
“Come on.”
He blinks in surprise as I start pulling him toward the exit.
“Ellie!” he calls out, laughing as he stumbles after me. “You’re being scandalous. You’re leaving without saying goodbye to anyone?”
“I’m impatient,” I reply over my shoulder.
He laughs again as I drag him through the lobby, out the doors, and all the way to the waiting car.
The driver opens the door for us, and we slide into the back seat.
The moment the door shuts, Mike leans forward slightly.
“Drive,” he tells the driver.
The car pulls away smoothly from the curb, the city lights beginning to blur past the windows.
I expect him to kiss me.
To pull me across the seat the way he usually does when we’re alone.
But instead, Mike gathers me into his arms and holds me tightly against his chest. His hand cradles the back of my head as he presses a slow, tender kiss into my hair.
Another.
And another.
The warmth of it settles deep in my chest.
His voice is quieter when he speaks.
“Promise me something.”
“What?” I murmur.
“Promise me that no matter what happens…you’ll never leave.”
The seriousness in his tone makes me lift my head slightly.
“I promise,” I say softly.
“Look at me.”
He gently tips my chin upward until our eyes meet. For a moment, he just studies my face, like he’s memorizing it all over again.
Then he kisses me.
Hard.
Full of emotion.
When he pulls back, his forehead rests against mine.
