Page 17 of The Bratva King's Claimed Bride

“Not where they were,” she says, looking up at me with big eyes. “I mean, not exactly where they were.”

“Yvonne…” I growl.

“I told her there’s one near the kitchen,” she whimpers.

I put my whiskey down and stride off. I hurry downstairs, and as I turn from the staircase, I see Arina moving past the clothes and into the passageway.

I hurry and get past the clothes myself before I take big steps behind her.

She glances behind her but doesn’t seem to panic. She does try to run, but I catch her easily enough and press her against the wall.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“You can’t make me stay here,” she protests.

I tower over her and stare deep into her eyes. “This is exactly where you’re staying, even if I have to have a guard on you every second of every day.”

She looks up at me with a fiery gaze. I put a hand on the brick wall behind her, right next to her head, and I lean down.

“You’re coming back to the wedding party,” I say.

“No, I’m not,” she says defiantly.

I grab her arm, and she tries to wiggle away from me. I won’t lie; it excites me. We’re in a dimly lit, dungeon-looking corridor, and she’s writhing under me. My dick gets a little hard.

She looks up at me as she tries to get away. “Let me go.”

“No,” I say loudly, leaning down.

“Fuck you.” She’s really angry now, and I can’t help myself.

My lips capture hers in a deep, passionate kiss. I press her against the wall, holding her sides.

My tongue slides over hers, and I can feel her attraction to me.

Right around the same time, her knee connects with my nuts.

I grunt and break the kiss, glaring at her.

I breathe hard, trying to flex away the pain, but fuck, it hurts hard. She got me right in the soft spot.

She smirks at me, and I grab her hands together to start dragging her back up the corridor despite her protests.

When we near the entrance, my guards come in and see me struggling with her.

“Handcuffs. Now.”

They don’t wait. They rush out, and I wait for them. They bring back a set of handcuffs and hold her while I put them on.

“You can’t just tie me up whenever you feel like it,” she spits.

“Until you behave, I’ll do whatever the fuck I like.”

I lead her out back into the entrance hall where everyone has gathered. I stop to look at them all.

“Party is over. Get back to work.” I throw Arina over my shoulder and turn to see Yvonne looking at her, clearly betrayed.

“I’m sorry, Igor,” she says. “She’s clearly just like her brothers.”

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