Page 53 of The Bratva's Forced Bride

“It’s just...” she licked her lips. “Today’s her first day in school. What if our baby doesn’t settle in with the others?”

“I doubt it. Our girl is a Varkov. It’s only kindergarten, she’ll be fine.” I smiled at her, hoping it would calm her frayed nerves, but she still frowned. “You know what? I think I need to do something to take your mind off your worries.”

Her shoulders slumped as she relaxed in her seat. I saw her lips curve slightly to one side. “What do you have in mind?”

I turned the wheels, swerving the car to another lane. “Your favorite place.”

Half an hour later we arrived at the shimmering lake. The sun's rays danced on the water and gentle waves glistened.

Before she could continue talking about Alina and her worries about our daughter’s first day of school, I undid my seatbelt and pulled her onto my lap. She tried to suppress a smile and straddled me.

“You’re distracting me.”

“That was the point, baby.”

She eyed my crotch and bit her lips. “Hm, I don’t believe you. You might have an agenda.”

I pushed back the seat and leaned back, ran my fingers through her hair and kissed her neck. “Like?”

“Bringing me here to suck you off?”

God! I loved it when she talked dirty.

I didn’t bother with words. If there was one thing I’d learned with Addison, it was that actions spoke louder than words.

I slid my hands under her skirt and didn’t stop until I’d gotten to her swollen clit. My eyes snapped to her face. “Fuck, you’re already wet?”

She brushed her tongue over my lips, grinding against me. “Sitting on your lap does that to me, mister.”

I stroked my fingers back and forth and plunged a finger inside her. Her hands slid into my hair, and she rasped my name, just the way I liked to hear it.

“Mark ...”

“I’m here, baby,” I kissed her.

Her pussy clenched around my finger, and I shoved another finger inside her teasing the sensitive spot. With my other hand, I opened the zipper, pushed my pants down far enough to get my cock out.

I’d planned to distract her, touch her a little, and kiss the breath out of her lungs. But gone with the wind was that plan when I felt how soaking wet her pussy was for me.

Her arousal ran down my fingers and I pushed my fingers deeper and pressed my palm against her clit. She trembled as I teased her again and again and her moans fueled the burning desire in my cock. Her hand clawed at mine, and she inhaled sharply.

“Fuck, please let me come ...”

I pinched her sensitive bud and jiggled my hand until she erupted on my fingers.

“Mark!”

“Yes, baby. Fucking scream my name. You want more?”

“Yes.”

With a full-body tremor, she rose to her knees and her fingers dug into my shoulders. I tore her lace panties and placed her on the tip of my cock. She slid down the length of my cock until she was fully seated on it. All my thoughts dissipated as her heat radiated through me, burning a path from my heart to my lower half.

“Fuck ... shit.” I could barely form words.

I dug my fingers into her hips, lifted her and slammed her back down. Addison held onto my shoulders while she followed my pace. I repeated the same action and switched angles, which sent a spine-tingling rush over me, as she took every inch of me.

My hand slid between us, and I rubbed with the pad of my finger against her clit.