Page 41 of Forced Bratva Wife

My sweet little princess.

I loved the way her breathing shook, tumbling out of her, uneven and shallow. Part of me wondered if I would still feel the same thrill for her after I’d claimed her virginity.

If right now was any indication, my obsession with Parker had only grown.

Whatever living part of my soul still existed within me had latched onto Parker with everything it had, and it wasn’t letting go any time soon. She was mine—until I was no longer breathing.

“Yes. I think so anyway.” Parker’s voice was a whisper, and I lowered my lips to her neck again. “They scared me. Even then, I could tell they were dangerous.”

Chuckling, I nipped at her fair, freckled skin. “Do I scare you, little one? Am I…dangerous?”

“Do you want me to say yes?” I could hear that sassy undertone warring with the obvious anxiety she was fighting back. “Would that make you happy?”

A genuine laugh slipped out.

“As a matter of fact,” I squeezed her throat tighter, “yes.”

When I released the hold, Parker gasped lightly, her head coming forward as she sucked in a breath. Still, she didn’t try to leave, try to get me to let her leave. Despite being visibly worried, Parker did not run away screaming, which was impressive in itself.

“You might,” Parker bit out, “but I’ve learned not to let fear control me.”

My cock twitched, liking her answer, her devious attitude that fought back against me.

“Hmm, and how’s that worked out for you, little Parker?” I raked my gaze down her body, genuinely thinking that I’d have her wear this dress every fucking day.

Fiery eyes flashed with bravado, and she cocked her head at me as she raised her brows. “I got out. I found my own passion, and I made sure to never look back. I wouldn’t let Pavel ruin my opportunities, my life. I still won’t.”

I could tell she was being honest, not just with me, but with herself. She was determined to survive whatever her father did to her—whatever I was doing to her. Goddamn, was it attractive.

When she swallowed down more of her anxiety, Parker looked up at me, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly.

“What are you going to do about him? About my father?” Despite the strain in her throat, Parker’s words were confident.

“Nothing pretty, little one,” I smirked down at her, still trapping her against the vanity. “There’s really only one way to handle a guy like him.”

Parker’s eyes flared wider, but then she blinked. Her brow furrowed, coming down over those green eyes. I carefully observed her expression, analyzing it as I would any other person in a game of cat and mouse. However, Parker was far from just anyone.

Her chin tipped down, and she closed her eyes, a sigh escaping her. The cooler air of the bathroom had made goosebumps come to life over her skin, and her thick nipples stood out behind the thin fabric of her gown.

“You’re going to kill him.”

I nodded, my shaft aching all the hard for her as Parker’s tone sounded resolute, accepting. It was a bit of a surprise that she was so okay with the fact that I planned on blasting a hole through her father’s head. Sure, the guy abused her and was at the least responsible for manslaughter, but I was the hardened criminal here.

Parker was an innocent young woman, to use Pietor’s word, and this kind of justice was usually a turn-off for those types.

“You’re all right with that?” I cocked a brow, leaning into my hands on the bathroom counter. The fragrance of her skin bloomed through me, going straight to my dick.

“Well, not really but…” Parker eyed the space between us, then looked up, meeting my eyes hard. “I don’t want to be afraid of him anymore. I don’t want him to hurt more people. I…I don’t want him getting away with murdering my mother.”

A grin spread across my face, and I ran my fingers beneath the collar of fabric surrounding Parker’s neck. She trembled for me, and damn, if it wasn’t precisely what I wanted her to do.

“Am I corrupting you, Parker? Or have you always had a bit of darkness in there, my naughty little thing?”

Before she could answer, I gripped the fabric at her neck and yanked her head to the side. As her neck craned, I lowered my lips to the skin revealed by the low neckline of her gown. I traced my mouth across the smooth plain of her chest until I was nibbling at the soft flesh down the side of her neck.

I hovered my lips at the shell of her ear, whispering. “Would you like me to corrupt you again?”

Parker shivered against me, her breaths shuddering.

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