Expose' (Born Bratva Book 3) by Suzanne Steele Page B

skin. My hands are unsteady as I handle the earrings. His warm breath in my ear sends goosebumps over every exposed inch of my skin. When he’s finished, he presses a kiss to my neck, his hand sliding purposefully down my abdomen to pull me back against his body as he murmurs hotly, “I want you, Logan. So much.” Then he’s licking my neck possessively like a lion claiming its mate, his voice a hoarse rasp against my skin, “You should know that I always get what I want.”
    I turn abruptly to face him and try to make him see reason, “But we’re from two different--”
    There is no time to utter another word as he crushes me to him and his lips find mine. I gasp in surprise and his tongue slips inside to probe and explore so much more than just my mouth. He’s reaching me with this kiss in a way no one else ever has. Our tongues slide against each other and I melt into him when he wraps his arms around me. He strokes a hand over my hip to cup my bottom, kneading the flesh harshly as he tugs me harder against his hips. I’m grateful for his strong arms supporting me as he plunders my mouth and my knees give out beneath me.
    He lifts his head to look down at me through hard, hooded eyes that practically glow with a possessive fire that unnerves me. “Mine,” he mouths silently to me as his hand travels a lazy, silken path up from my hip to firmly clasp my breast. He lowers his gaze to observe his thumb as it traces small circles around my nipple. He seems fascinated and pleased by the immediate effect his touch has on the flesh there.
    The cut of the dress doesn’t allow for undergarments so I feel the heat radiating from his hand as if it’s caressing my bare skin. His erection is pressed against my stomach as if the hard length is straining to get at me through the barrier of our clothes. Such primal, raw sexual energy draped in an understated designer tux. This man is a contradiction on so many levels but his touch reaches something as yet undiscovered deep inside me.
    I don’t know what’s happening between us, but whatever it is… it’s taking on a life of its own.

     



Chapter Eleven
    Kodiak
    Though I make no attempt to hide from Logan the fact that my cock is visibly hard, I certainly don’t need to flaunt it at a family function. I decide to take a piss in the hopes that things down south will be under control by the time we enter the ballroom. I don’t need my parents glaring at my dick.
    As we take the steps together, I turn to Logan and say one last thing, “My dad’s cousin and his wife are coming in tonight, so this is a celebration in their honor. We also celebrate my new role at the gambling house. Try to enjoy yourself.” She bites her lip nervously and seems to view the crowd below with some trepidation, so I place my hand on her lower back and add, “Logan, you’re with me. These people are Bratva. They are good people—as long as you don’t cross them. And, after all, I’ll be watching your every move.”
    The way she looks up at me with those big innocent eyes of hers and nods her head makes me want to drag her back to my bedroom by her hair. Fuck this party, all I want to do is finish what we started earlier and pound her senseless. Instead, I take a deep breath and do my best to tame the beast that’s now pressing against my zipper as I lead her down the grand staircase.
    I swear this woman gives me blue balls without even trying. She can turn me on fully dressed faster and harder than any woman in this room could even if they weren’t wearing a stitch of clothes. I’ve spent my life fucking as a way to meet my physical needs, nothing more than a release. When other people are off doing yoga, my dick’s pounding away at some broad whose name I’ve already forgotten. They’re no more to me than a way to get off. Even though I’ve been straight up with them, they still go along with it.
    I already know I won’t be fucking anybody else now that Logan’s in the picture.