Page 18 of Forced Bratva Wife

Something interesting took over her expression as the words hit her, a resolve to be just that kicking in and making Parker hold her arms closer to her sides.

I sighed, not hiding the grin as I locked eyes with her. “Fine.”

It was only a few seconds to grip the hem of Parker’s shirt and tear the thing in half. Parker gasped as the fabric ripped, her little yelp blending with the lovely sound of her shirt being destroyed. Her hands quickly went to her chest, shielding herself as the remnants of her shirt fell to the floor.

The shock on her face was obvious as I continued to hold Parker’s stare. She clearly hadn’t thought I’d do that, and it was delicious to watch her utterly lose this battle between us.

“There.”

I hadn’t broken my stare with her, and I watched Parker’s cheeks turn a brighter red. Her eyes flicked up to the ceiling, and I could tell she was just waiting for me to finally take a glimpse at her. Seeing her flush with embarrassment was amusing, but I was never one to wait. She knew this all too well, and I wanted her to obey my command and get in the shower.

And I wanted her to obey.

“Scoot.”

She hesitated. Still, not only did she get moving, but Parker also fought briefly against the smirk that wanted to break free. Perfect.

She slipped past me and stepped under the spray of the shower. The water quickly soaked her hair and then her panties. Parker didn’t move beyond that, staring at me from beneath the faucet with her arms still crossed over her chest.

“So, I have to do everything, huh? Very well.”

I stepped up to the shower, reaching inside, and past her to the shelf. I pulled down the bottle of body wash I usually used. As I flipped the lid open, pouring a generous amount into my hands, I held her fiery stare. Parker wasn’t smiling but she also wasn’t completely stoic. There was that tiny flicker begging to go free, and I really wanted to see how long she could keep it all locked up.

As I set the soap back on the ledge, closer to me this time, I sunk down on the balls of my feet. Lathering the stuff up between my hands, I smoothed the suds over Parker’s legs, moving up, up, up to the juncture of her thighs. By the time I reached those tempting little panties, my hands were clean of bubbles.

“You typically sport cartoon cats?”

I switched my gaze to Parker’s eyes, and the pink behind her cheeks was too damn beautiful. I loved to see her embarrassed for me. She looked away, and as I stood back up, I dragged my fingers across the wet fabric lightly, just enough to make goosebumps skitter across Parker’s flesh.

I was having way too much fun.

Reaching for more soap, an idea suddenly took root in my mind, and instead of squirting it into my hands, I dripped the body wash across Parker’s chest, where she was covering herself. Her eyes flared, the mixture of cooler liquid and intense realization making her suck in a shallow breath.

When her hands were good and coated, I tipped my head at her. “Scrub up, little one.”

Parker’s eyes darted to the side for a moment, her lips parting to take another shaky breath, and then she began to rub her hands in circles over her breasts. She was careful not to reveal anything, but there was no mistaking the arousal burning behind those green irises.

Bubbles slid down her skin, and I tracked the downward trail, an evil hunger growing in the pit of my stomach. Parker stopped washing, holding herself again, and I reached a hand out to one of hers.

“You missed a spot.”

She forced down a hard swallow, and my cock twitched beneath the flimsy pants restraining me. What amazed me was that she didn't recoil or try to flee again even though I was so close to her. Sure, there was probably some fear in there, but there was a great deal more lust—more intrigue for what I was doing to her curvy body.

Moving closer, I held my hand to Parker’s as I circled it around her breast. Her fingers spread as I pushed mine between them, and the feel of her silky skin against my rougher palm was intoxicating. The steam coated me, and the pound of my heart in my ears was a damn drumline at this point.

I didn’t know what came over me to bring us here to the shower, but it doubled—tripled—and I reached for her pointer finger and thumb. I made Parker find the hard bud of her nipple, still holding that green stare. Her breathy gasps went right to my straining erection. I licked my lips as I forced her fingers around the pebbled flesh, my mouth practically watering at how exquisitely thick and perked it was—even if I was only getting a second-hand feel of her.

I made Parker squeeze, pinching down around her hardened nipple until she whimpered.

Fuuuck. This is… I looked into Parker’s eyes. This is not what I had planned.

Yanking myself away, which was so much harder than it should have been, I turned away from her. I started for the door, my entire body aching to go back to the shower and claim her right there against the wall. As it was, I was dripping from the spray, and I could sense precum leaking from the head of my cock.

“Finish washing and stay in this room. I’ll see to those clothes.”

Chapter 10 - Parker

I listened to Lev walk away and, a few seconds later, the sound of the lock moving back into place. My knees shook, nearly buckling, and I sagged against the cold shower wall as Lev left the room. What in the hell had just happened? Why had I let it happen?

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