Page 15 of Arranged Bratva Virgin

There is some internal battle going on behind her eyes, and I keep my gaze locked with hers as it plays out in her mind. No matter what she decides, she agreed to be my wife, and in doing so, she knew this was part of the deal.

She bites her bottom lip, and my cock begins to throb.

Then she steps away from me, and her fingers drift up her side, over her slender waist, and start to slowly pull the zipper of her wedding dress open. My heart begins to thunder more wildly than it has ever beaten before. I walk over to the single armchair near the bed and sit down.

“Here, stand closer to me,” I command, and she obeys without argument. This pleases me deeply. I lean back in the chair with my legs spread and rub my hand over my mouth, fighting back the urge to rip the dress off her body myself.

She is moving slowly, seductively. I don’t know if she realizes it, but she is teasing me near dangerous levels, and it is only going to make me fuck her harder when the time comes.

Chapter 6 - Darya

“Take it off.” His voice is dangerous and dark. His amber eyes are glowing fiercely.

“What the—"

“I said, take it off.” His eyes roam over my entire body and I feel the heat in his gaze.

“Leave,” I yell. “Get out.” There is no chance in hell this is happening.

But when he steps close to me and grabs my jaw in his hand, wrapping his long fingers around my face and tilting it up towards his, I can feel my body betraying me again the way it did in the car.

His lips are hovering close to mine, and despite every thought in my head telling me I don’t want this, my skin is tingling with an excitement I have never felt before.

“Strip, Darya. I want to fuck my wife tonight,” he whispers, and the darkness of his words crash into my body. The heat from his skin makes me want to reach out and run my hands over him. Except I don’t. I don’t want to do that.

But I also know I have no choice. I knew it was going to have to happen at some point. I am married to him. I will obliged to have sex with him in order to conclude our marriage. I know it will be expected of me. I just thought I might be able to delay it for a while, at least until I was more ready.

But it is our wedding night, and this is what happens on wedding nights.

Whether it is now or in a week or in a month, I am going to have to sleep with him. He is my husband, after all.

The look on his face tells me that this isn’t even up for discussion. He has already made up his mind and it is happening whether I want it to or not. At least by accepting, I can have some sort of control over the situation.

I bite my bottom lip nervously, and close my eyes, taking a breath, accepting that I just have to do this.

I have never been with anyone. I am actually terrified, but even if he is an asshole, he is still ridiculously hot.

I step away from him, thinking I should just get this over with.

I move slowly to try and hide the way my hands are shaking.

I struggle to get a grip on the zipper at the side of my wedding dress and remind myself to breathe again.

Stefano walks over to a chair near the bed and tells me to come and stand closer to him.

The authority in his voice has me following his command without thought.

I pull the zipper all the way open, and the entire side of my body is exposed to him. I watch his expression as his eyes take me in. His gaze is locked onto me, almost obsessively so, as though he is seeing the most beautiful thing in the world. Except it’s not like that. It’s more like he is a predator, and I am his prey. He looks as though he wants to devour every inch of me.

I turn my back towards him to hide the fact that my cheeks are burning bright red. Between my legs I feel warmth spreading across my most sensitive parts because of the way he is looking at me.

No one has ever looked at me like that before. I have never felt such intense desire from a man.

I slip my arms out of the lacy sleeves, and then slowly let the dress slide down my body.

I glance over my shoulder, and again, I see how his eyes are eating me alive. He isn’t even trying to hide the amount of lust he has for me. Is this how he is with everyone? It’s so intimate and sexy.

He rubs his hand across his crotch, and I take a sharp breath in, seeing how his pants are bulging at the seams. His cock is swollen against the fabric.

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