Page 94 of The Bratva Sinner

I need a drink. I don’t care that it’s barely past noon. I walk into the den and pour myself a drink.

“You smell like a bonfire.”

I spin around to see Lila stretched out on the couch with a magazine in her hand. I hadn’t even seen her. I’m always aware of my surroundings, but I’d been lost in thought.

She’s in shorts and a T-shirt, barefoot, with her hair pulled back. I sometimes forget how gorgeous she is when she’s natural. She’d been beautiful last night, but like this, raw and with no effort, she’s her best.Fucking beautiful.

“Thanks,” I mutter.

"That wasn’t a compliment."

“Better than flowery perfume.”

I down the drink in one gulp and feel her moving toward me. Her hand rests on my shoulder, and I feel it everywhere. “Are you okay?” she asks softly.

I turn to look at her, and she's reading my face like my answer matters.

I set down the glass and pull her into me. Her hands come up against my chest, and her fingers curl into my shirt. She’s not apologizing. And she’s not asking for an apology.

I kiss her like she kissed me last night. She makes a sound of surprise against my mouth, and then her fingers tighten in my shirt, and she kisses me back just as hard.

"Still mad?" she murmurs.

“Yep. You?”

“Furious.”

I lift her and drop her on the console table. She looks up at me with dark eyes. Last night’s fight is still in them. I don’t mind. I need that fire.

She jerks open my shirt, sending buttons flying. I feel my nostrils flare. This is what I need. I need hot, hard, and fast. She doesn’t apologize. She pulls my lip between her teeth and rakes her nails down my chest.

I grimace and suck in a breath as she inflicts the best kind of pain. I rip off her shirt and get her shorts and panties down. Then, I push open her legs and step between them.

“You’re a pain in my ass,” I hiss.

“And I’m so pissed at you.” She clamps her teeth down on my neck.

My body jerks, and my cock jumps, straining against my pants.

Her hands flick open the button and jerk down the zipper. And then, she wraps her hand around my cock.

“Fuck,” I growl.

She squeezes. I’m going to explode before I get into her tight pussy.

I jerk her ass forward to the edge of the table. “You like pain, Lila?”

“No, but I think you do.”

I slip my fingers between her legs, smiling as I slide them over her wet core. “I’d say so.”

“You talk too much.”

She’s not fragile right now. She’s not uncertain or tentative. Not with me.

I let her take what she wants because watching her take it is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. Her hand is back on my cock, pulling and stroking.

“You’re going to be the end of me, voinitsa.”