Page 54 of Innocent Bratva Hostage
Before Giselle could react, I stepped forward, pulled her closer, and stole her lips in a passionate, sensual kiss, reveling in the thought that she was now mine.
She broke our kiss, trying to pull away, but I held to myself.
“You’re mine now, Giselle. Mine to protect, to love, and to torment,” I whispered into her ear. “Mine to fuck.”
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The reception passed in a blur. I accepted congratulations I didn’t care for with champagne in one hand and the other hand around Giselle’s waist to mark my territory.
She played her part well, just like I’d taught her the night I took her to Antonio’s party. She smiled when necessary and nodded at the right times, but I could feel the tension and exhaustion in her posture.
When the reception party ended, I guided her inside, leading her up the staircase to the room—my room—which now belonged to the both of us.
The moment the door clicked shut behind us, she turned to face me, her arms crossing over her chest.
“I didn’t agree to share a room with you,” she said. “Remember what we discussed earlier: I only agreed to this so you’ll find the men that killed my father.”
I stepped closer, towering over her and resting my hands on the wall above her. “And I will.” I brushed my fingers along her jaw, tilting her chin up. “But this marriage is real,solnishko. You’re expected to share a room with me from now on.”
She swallowed hard, her pulse fluttering at her throat. I could see the war inside her, the way her mind tried to deny what her body already knew.
She wanted me. I’d seen it in the way she looked at me when she thought I wasn’t paying attention, in the way she shivered when my arm tightened against her waist at the reception.
“What if…” she gasped. “What if I don’t want to.”
“There are no what-ifs, my darling,” I whispered against the skin along her neck. “You’re mine in every way now.”
The air stilled, the world around us fading into nothing. The only sound in the room was the throbbing of her beating heart. The only thought in my head was this petite woman whoalready had me wrapped around her pretty fingers without even knowing.
My cock throbbed with need. Every fiber of my being yearned for her, to touch and feel her.
“I need to take a shower,” she suddenly said, sliding under my arm and hurrying off toward the bathroom.
I laughed at how nervous she was around me. She could deny her attraction to me all she wanted, but she couldn’t fool her body into not wanting what it wanted.
“Are you going to bathe in that?”
She stopped walking and turned around. “What?”
I smirked darkly as I strode over to her and turned her around. “Your wedding dress,” I answered almost inaudibly as I tugged on the zipper before pulling it down slowly.
Goosebumps spread over her body as my fingers brushed her skin. She’d stilled as if fighting her reaction to my touch.
After I unzipped the dress, I took my time to push the straps off her shoulders and watched the wedding gown slide off her and pool around her legs.
Desire crept into my veins like a flood, my lust surging through me at a pace that tempted the strength of my restraint.
My hands balled into fists as I struggled against losing control.
I held her from behind, pressing my erection against her ass so she could feel how much I wanted her, and then I cupped her breasts, fondling them.
She moaned, placing her hands on mine and collapsing completely against me. Her ass ground over my erection, her body growing warm with need.
I kissed her ear, exploring every part of her body with my hand. She moaned at every touch and leaned into every kiss.
Turning around to face me, she wrapped her arm around my neck and pulled me closer.
Her emerald eyes glinted with desire, and when she licked her lips, every part of my body jerked in response.
