Page 42 of Forced Bratva Wife

“I…” Her words faltered, and Parker had to grip my shoulder as I keened her farther off balance. “I was going to change out of this dress.”

“Why ever would you do a thing like that?”

I released the grip on the dress’s unique halter neck, smoothing my fingers down the sweeping train behind her that had created a pool of silky fabric on the marble floor. Parker couldn’t hide the tremble of her arms as I took my forefinger and drew a line from her neck down the side of her ribs, brushing the side of her breast.

Smirking, I met her eyes. “I quite like this dress.”

She chuckled, short and somewhat annoyed. “I’m sure you do.”

“I could always take my gifts back. Leave you with nothing to hide that tight, little body of yours.”

She met my tease, smirking. “Would you now? Are you okay with every one of your men seeing me naked? Something tells me you wouldn’t enjoy that much.”

Damn, the girl had a point, reading me like a book. I didn’t want those bastards to even get a glimpse of what was mine. I was a very possessive man.

I could see the reflection of Parker’s back in the mirror behind her, the smooth line of her spine on full display, and I wanted it covered in my marks. If there was anything I was okay with all my men seeing, it was the proof that this delectable woman belonged to me.

My wife.

“So, are you going to let me change, or am I going to have to force you to help me since you’re here?”

This sarcastic attitude of Parker’s was an odd thrill. I wanted her to obey, but it was entertaining to have her fight back. She’d need something to fill up that naughty mouth of hers, however.

“Are you going to be a brat?” I pressed closer, finding the tails of fabric at her back with my grip. “Am I going to need to wash out that filthy mouth?”

Fire lit behind Parker’s peridot stare. I could see that darkness she tried to hold back coming to the surface, and my nerves raged, demanding more—and faster.

“If you want me quiet, husband,” Parker smirked, her eyelids fluttering, and I pulled just enough on her train to tilt her back, “you’re going to have to make me.”

The tension skyrocketing since we’d found ourselves in that bathroom finally reached its boiling point. I took the back of Parker’s head without dropping the train.

“Easy, little one. Easy.”

I crashed my lips against Parker’s, shoving my tongue between her lips and taking a taste of her for myself. She was mine, and I put that intention into every flick and swirl of my tongue as I explored her mouth.

I grabbed a handful of Parker's hair and pulled her towards me, pressing my lips against hers. With my other hand, I reached between her legs.

Time to consummate our marriage, Mrs. Vadim.

Chapter 20 - Parker

The overwhelming urge for Lev, for every ounce of darkness that filled his soul, was all-consuming. Before, I had been careful, holding back and hesitating. But now, all I wanted and all I could be was the complete destruction of whoever Parker used to be.

I let go of the expectations and the fear, and I gave myself up to the devious ecstasy Lev offered.

Part of me still knew, tried to shout at me, that this was wrong or mad. But I just couldn’t care. I’d felt connected to this vicious, terrible man since the moment I saw him, and I was tired of fighting it. I trusted him, I adored what he’d done for me with my father, and I knew deeper feelings were growing behind all that, too.

Sinking into the depths with Lev was just too damn tempting, and I didn’t want to run from the truth anymore—I was falling for him so damn hard.

Even if this was just for a moment, just for tonight, I was going to lose myself to it. I was going to enjoy fucking second of depravity, and there was nothing anyone, not even myself, would be able to do to stop it.

Devious, bad, sinful, I’ll become it all.

I let my head fall back as Lev’s kiss roamed from my lips to my neck, his teeth grazing my skin. He had a hand on the long train attached to my gown’s neck, and my suspicions about why he might have liked this particular dress were confirmed.

He had full access to me in every way, with the low neckline, open back, thigh-high slit, and enticing trails of fabric that he could use to control me like a leash. A moan escaped as Lev drove his fingers inside me, the dress parting easily for his hand.

“So wet. My naughty little brat.” His breath was warm against my throat as he spoke, and Lev stroked his fingers in and out as he pulled me farther back by the train.

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