Stealing The Bratva Bride Read Online Flora Ferrari

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 53693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 268(@200wpm)___ 215(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
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It’s all I can do not to go to her and claim her right on the spot. The staff has gone home for the night. No one would bother us. But I have to do this the right way. By the end of our date, she will willingly give herself over to me, and it will be so much sweeter.

I hold my arm out for her and escort her to the elevator. As we walk out on the busy street, I consider this is probably the first time she’s left the penthouse since she arrived. She takes a deep breath and steadies herself, as if she’s going off to war. Hopefully, tonight will be much more pleasant.

We get in the limo, which drives us to the other side of the park. I’ve arranged for us to have a private table at one of the most beautiful restaurants in Central Park. As we pull up, her eyes grow wide, taking in the twinkling lights and the romantic ambiance.

“Is this okay?” I ask her.

She looks at me with wide eyes and smiles, nodding slowly. She’s at a loss for words, which is exactly what I’d hoped for. I get out of the limo and open the door for her, escorting her up to the restaurant. We sit down at our table, and she orders very little.

Again, I find myself curious about her life before. Was she allowed to eat out at restaurants? Was she allowed to order what she wanted, or did she have one of those strict Russian mothers who watched every bite? I watch her eat now, but not because I care about her caloric intake. I’m mesmerized by the way her lips cover the fork, and I think about how her lips would feel wrapped around my cock.

All in good time, I remind myself.

She moans in pleasure at every bite, and I have to consciously adjust myself several times. She’s driving me crazy, and I know she isn’t doing it on purpose. She’s simply enjoying the simple pleasures in life that she’s been denied all these years, and watching her experience these things is such a huge turn-on.

I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. She simply drips sensuality, drawing me to her effortlessly. She doesn’t know the effect she has on me, but she will soon.

When she’s finished torturing me with the sensual way she eats, I grab her hand and walk her outside where we enjoy the night air. She takes in everything around her as if it’s all brand new. For all I know, it is for her. I’m swept up in her joy and her wonder, and I can’t help but grab her around her waist and dip her into a long, meaningful kiss.

She squeals, delighted as she wraps her arms around my neck and gives in to me. She presses her body against mine, and I know she’s ready for more. I pull her back up into an upright position and pull her along. When we stop in front of the Plaza Hotel, she gasps in delight.

“When I was a girl, I used to wish I could come to tea here,” she says breathlessly. “I was absolutely obsessed with Eloise at the Plaza, and I wished that I could be like her. To know what it felt like to be in charge of everyone. But my mother refused to bring me.”

I laugh, but I have no idea what she’s talking about. Still, if the Plaza is her childhood fantasy, it’s kismet. I’ve booked us a room.

“Would you like to go inside?” I ask her.

Tears spring to her eyes, and she nods reverently. I pull her along, across the street, and through the lobby. I let her take her time, taking in the opulence of the place. This is her childhood dream, after all. I’m not about to rush her. When we get to the elevator, she looks at me skeptically.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

I smile at her and pull her inside, kissing her until she’s breathless.

When we get to our floor, I pick her up and carry her bridal style to our room. I pull the key out of my pocket and open the door for us. She cries out when she sees the room.

I had Edward arrange for the room to be covered in rose petals. In the corner, there’s a bottle of champagne chilling on ice, and a platter of chocolates. Maybe it isn’t tea at the Plaza, but I can tell by her expression that this is better.

I set her down, but she doesn’t let go of my neck, instead turning to kiss me hard. I kiss her back, forcefully, and walk her backward until her knees hit the bed. She immediately sits but doesn’t break our contact, instead pulling me down with her.


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