Page 44 of Forced Bratva Wife

My heart skipped a beat before exhaustion claimed me. I passed out against his chest, the pound of Lev’s heart the soundtrack to my unconsciousness.

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Morning light filtered through the drawn curtains of the bedroom, and I stirred. As soon as I was truly awake, my muscles hollered against me, aching inside and out. I could still feel the blunt head of Lev’s erection reaching new depths inside me, the lash of his belt against my back.

I moaned, my body warming even though I was pretty damn certain I wasn’t ready for any of that again.

“Morning.”

Looking over my shoulder with a start, I saw Lev there, still lying in the bed with me. He’d clearly slept in the bed. He hadn’t left.

“You’re here.”

Lev chuckled, cocking a brow. “It is my bed.”

Heat bloomed in my cheeks as I rolled over to face him, rolling my eyes barely.

“I just meant that you haven’t…you know, slept with me before.”

The corner of his mouth ticked up, and he narrowed his eyes at me.

“I meant in the non-sexual sense.”

The blanket was tucked under my arm, and I still couldn’t get over how soft everything was. The sheets, the mattress, even Lev seemed softer—suitless and lying against the pillows.

With another one of his classic grins, Lev shifted up onto his elbow, gazing down at me.

“I suppose that’s true.” He reached out, tucking one of my curls behind my ear. “Because we both know I’ve fucked you plenty.”

I blushed harder, staring down at the bed because I couldn’t meet Lev’s eyes.

The sound of shuffling brought my attention back up, and I stiffened slightly as Lev scooted closer on the bed, leaning over me.

“You really have to stop doing that. I have work that needs to be done.”

“Doing what?” My tone was defensive, bordering on that “brattiness” that seemed to really work up Lev into a storm.

Leveling me with a glare, Lev smirked all the harder before he lowered his lips just above mine.

“Blushing like that. That delicious pink gets my mind going down a very dark path.”

Hearing his words only made it worse, and I knew that I was flaming even brighter. But I also knew I didn’t want him to stop. Lev was a dirty talk king and the way it both embarrassed me and made my pussy clench was addicting.

“What if I don’t?” I teased.

“Then I’ll have to take matters into my own hands.”

Neither of us was backing down, and soon enough, Lev shoved the blankets away, devouring my slit as he jammed his cock into my mouth.

If mornings were like this on the regular, I was quite all right with it.

When we’d finished, Lev and I went to the shower to get cleaned up, and eventually, we were both dressed. I sat on the edge of the bed as Lev looked down at me, adjusting his watch.

“I need to meet with more of my contacts. I’ve had men digging into your father’s dealings. I want that intel. I know your father is far from done.”

My blood chilled. I didn’t think Pavel was either. Lev looked impeccable in his tailored suit, with only the hint of his menacing tattoos showing on his hands, but behind all that, I knew he was a killer. I knew that was his plan for my father.

I didn’t want to be absent for that. As much as it pained me to think, I needed to see it done, to know the cycle between us was truly over.

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