Page 69 of Forced By an Obsessive Bratva Stalker

That low whisper unraveled something in me, forcing my hand to snap out and grab her arm as she tried to walk away.

Her gaze shifted between my firm grip and my face, her chest heaving slowly. Not from fear. From something else—something darker and more sensual.

“I thought you didn’t touch women without their permission?” she said softly, her voice low and slightly uneven.

“Tell me to let go, and I will.”

She swallowed hard, her eyes searching mine.

I pulled her to me, my hands finding the small of her back as I held her gaze. She didn’t struggle—didn’t push me away either. With her gentle swells pressed against my chest, I could feel her heart racing.

I wrapped one arm around her waist and, with the other, tucked a strand behind her ear. “Whatever happens now is entirely up to you, Miss Bennett,” I whispered. “Push me away, and I’ll walk. Don’t, and I can’t guarantee self-control on my part.”

Her throat bobbled, her eyes blinking rapidly as if she were fighting so hard against her own flesh and desires.

“Only cowards shift the responsibility of making tough decisions to other people,” she said without looking away from my face.

“I’m not a coward.” I locked my jaw, knowing exactly what she aimed to achieve with those words.

“Prove it,” she said to me, her voice sounding more like a dare than a statement.

In a split second, our lips collided in a heated kiss, as if drawn together by a magnet. She shoved her tongue in my mouth, her hands pulling my singlet over my head. Our kiss deepened, and I caressed her breasts over the fabric of the towel around her body.

My heart raced with anticipation as I devoured her lips with the kind of fervency that left us both breathless. She rubbed my torso and broad shoulders, her palm soft against my skin.

Aria broke the kiss and said with a shaky voice, “Just so we’re clear, this doesn’t change anything.” She stared into my eyes, desire flickering in hers. “I still hate your guts.”

“I’m okay with that.”

“Good.” She pushed me back until I fell on the mattress behind me.

Positioned on my elbows, I watched the hunger in her eyes burn like nothing I’d ever seen. She met me on the bed and hovered over my body, her cherry lips reclaiming mine.

While our heads danced to the passion coursing through our veins, she cupped my face with one hand. And with the other, she caressed the print of my erection—hard and straining. I threw my hand around her neck, kissing her more intensely as I groaned at the pressure of her palm rubbing my length.

She tore her lips off mine, and I watched a slow, mischievous grin appear on her mouth. Leaning down, she kissed the nape of my neck through to my torso while slowly working her way down my body.

My breaths came in short gasps, my eyes pinned on her as she stared up at me through her lashes. Aria settled on her knees and positioned herself between my legs. I propped myself on my elbow again, watching her fingers close around my waistband.

“What’re you doing?” I asked, my voice low and unsteady.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Her tone was as seductive as the expression on her face.

She pulled down my waistband just enough to dip her hand inside my joggers, all while looking up at me. Aria stroked it behind the fabric before withdrawing it.

Once she had it out and stood in her face like the Eiffel Tower, she bit her lower lip, rubbing it from base to crown. Slowly and efficiently.

“Fuck,” I groaned, my thighs stiffening.

She threw a hand into her hair, styling it into a messy bun before dipping her head.

The second her lips closed around me, and the warmth of her mouth wrapped around my dick like silk, a cold shiver ran down my spine.

She bobbed her head in and out of my groin, her tongue curling around my crown with an audible, filthy noise.

I reached down, taking a handful of her hair as she worked me with both her hands and her mouth. A muffled groan tore from my throat as I basked in the sweet sensation coursing through my body.

She dipped lower, taking my cock deep in her throat until her eyes watered. She choked. Gagged. And when she finally pulled out, a thick thread of drool linked my now pink crown to her bottom lip.