“What will it be, Valentina?”
Glaring, her hands balled into fists at her sides, she huffs out a breath.“Fine.”
“Fine?”
“Stand still.”
Gunfire couldn’t move me.
Valentina sways toward me as she rises onto her tiptoes.Then she gently brushes her lips against my cheek before pulling away and taking a step back.
“Nice try.”I chuckle as I capture her wrist.“A real kiss, Valentina.Make me feel it.”
“Youarea bastard.”
“Regardless.Do as you’re told.Last chance.”
With a soul-deep sigh, she squeezes her eyes shut for a moment.Then she looks at me, her expression spitting fire.I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.
“Fine.”
Though she’s less than enthusiastic, I smile.I’ll take my wins as I can get them.
The Russo princess rises on her toes.
Her lips brush mine, tentatively at first, a soft press that sends fire through my veins.
“Nice start.”
“That’s not enough for you?”
“Not nearly enough.”
Once more, she brushes her lips against mine.
I don’t move, don’t respond.This is about her earning her way into my good graces, and I want her to take the lead.
But when her tongue darts out, tasting me, my restraint is gone.
I fucking want her.
I deepen the kiss, my hand fisting in her hair, tilting her head back to claim her mouth fully.
She tastes of coffee and defiance, but her body melts against mine as I explore her, my tongue tangling with hers.
I press a hand to her buttocks, bringing her against my erection.
The kiss turns hungry, desperate as her fingers dig into my shirt.
As if against her own judgment, she pulls me closer, and a moan escapes from her throat, vibrating into me.
Fuck me.
My future bride is beautifully responsive, as if this is meant to be.
Her hips shift against mine, seeking friction, and my cock hardens even more, painful, pressing into her belly.
I break the kiss, both of us breathing hard, her lips swollen, eyes glazed with the same need that’s consuming me.
