Page 37 of Forced Bratva Wife

I pounded a fist on the door. “You’re done in there. Bring her out. We need to leave.”

“Coming right away, Mr. Vadim!”

As Mia’s voice called out from behind the door, I stepped back. Impatient. It was my status quo, and I took several paces down the hall, ready to get going to the car so we could get this meeting with the judge over with.

Because she’s already mine. These are just the formalities. And a way to let the whole damn world know who Parker belonged to.

The sound of the door clicking open brought my attention around from staring down the hall at my guard and ensuring the car was ready. When I turned, my focus went to the floor first, attracted to the loud clack of a sharp heel hitting the wood floor.

Off-white shoes with pointed toes encrusted in translucent gems poked out from the split of cascading pale cream fabric. I followed the long line of Parker’s leg as it appeared from behind that sexy slit framed by the smooth long skirt of her dress. It peaked right at her hip, and the dress continued, a structured detail right at the waist.

From there, Parker’s cleavage filled the two halves of the dress’s top, constructed similarly to a halter top, with a long, long neckline that ended right at her sternum. The sleeveless ensemble also had a low back that sat right at Parker’s sacrum.

My cock hardened at the sight of all that delicious skin, but the best part of the dress was the neck enclosure, a band of fabric that hugged around her throat and buttoned at the nape of her neck. Long swaths of fabric dripped down from it, creating a long train that followed behind her as she walked up to me.

“Fuck.” I dragged out the word. She’s fucking stunning.

“No white?” Parker cocked a brow at me.

Her strawberry curls had been spun into a loose French twist at the back of her head, and Parker’s makeup was demure and simple, her lips a rose pink that just heightened the natural color. Large diamond earrings I’d chosen sat in the single piercing in her ears, and a matching bracelet dangled loosely from her right wrist, drawing my attention to the light red marks still lingering there.

Overall, the look was quite simple: no ruffles, no frills, no lace. But it was stunning in that simplicity—and undeniably sexy as her porcelain skin shone from all the exposed areas. And still no panties in sight.

I walked forward, leaning in to hover my lips above the sensitive skin behind her ear as I stroked a curl near her cheek.

“You’re far from innocent anymore, aren’t you?” I gazed down her chest, noticing the hard peaks of her breasts pressing against the thin fabric. “My sweet, little sinner.”

Stepping back from her, I smirked at the deep pink coloring her cheeks, holding those peridot eyes as she tried to glare at me.

“Well done, Mia.” I didn’t look at her while I spoke, not willing to tear my eyes away from Parker. “We should be going.”

Holding my arm out toward my bride, I let Parker’s refusal to move challenge me for only a moment before snagging her hand and yanking her toward me. She fell against my chest, and I adored the way she felt right there, pressed against me. I adored pretty much everything about this incredible woman. With every second, I was losing any control I thought I had over how I felt about her.

So, I reached for the slit of her dress, hidden from view by the proximity of our bodies. I needed to touch her, to distract my heart by stocking my arousal.

Slipping between her legs for only a second, I swiped through the obvious arousal coating her skin. As I took my hand back, I just smiled—evil and proud.

“Excited?” Parker’s eyes flared, her blush growing. “Such a naughty girl.”

“I…” She didn’t finish, her eyes dropping to the floor as she blinked several times.

“Come now, little one. The judge is waiting.”

Chapter 18 - Parker

I was standing in front of a judge. I was about to get married—and to a man I just met at that. How was this happening? How was I somehow still standing here? Any reasonable person would be fighting and desperate to run away.

Because you’re clearly fucked in the head, Parker.

The room was filled to the brim with bodies, crowding men stuffed into the small judges’s chambers. They stood at the door, at the windows, and even flanked His Honor, who looked increasingly like he might be sick.

That makes two of us, buddy.

Lev stood beside me on my left. We were both parked in front of the judge’s desk, and he had his hand on the small of my back, the warmth of his palm bleeding into my skin.

I didn’t know why I could stand it there. But I did. In fact, I loved it there. I was so thoroughly not a virgin anymore, and a large part of me felt more connected to Lev than ever—and we’d never been exactly lacking in that department.

“So, Judge Kirby,” Lev said, “I believe you have something for me.”

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