Page 32 of The Bratva King's Claimed Bride

“Oh fuck,” she cries out. She stops fingering herself to hold onto my shoulders, rocking her hips as her pussy clenches around my erection.

I push myself deep inside of her and release my seed.

She shudders, and I kiss her hungrily.

After a few moments of breathing heavily, I pull out of her and make sure she’s steady on her feet.

“I should shower,” she murmurs.

“I’ll join you,” I say quickly.

“No,” she says, looking up at me. “I… need some time.”

She kneels and gathers her clothes before going to our room.

I let out a frustrated sigh and pull up my underwear and pants before I go and pour myself a shot of whiskey.

I thought being with her would be like scratching an itch—that it would be over, and my feelings would calm down—but if anything, being with her has driven me even wilder.

I want to possess her in every sense of the word, but now it seems like she regrets us being together. This is fucking frustrating.

I down my whiskey before I get dressed again.

There’s a knock at the door, and I call out. “It’s open.”

Matvey walks in and stands at the door.

“Don’t hover, I fucking hate that. Say your piece and be done with it.”

“Can I speak freely?” he asks, sniffing the air. He clearly smells the sex.

“Yes,” I say.

“Your wife shouldn’t have interrupted what was a business meeting and a business decision. They will see us as weak if we bow to a woman’s will.” Matvey looks at me seriously. “We should have killed both those boys. Your wife is going to have to get used to seeing blood.”

“My wife is strong-willed but will learn where she fits in with everyone. You need to give her time to learn. If you ever try to strike her again, I’ll put a bullet in your kneecap. You should learn rather quickly.”

Matvey nods. “Yes, Igor.”

“Don’t disappoint me. Make sure Liam and Christopher don’t run off and that they pay their debt. If they don’t, you can have your way.” I motion for him to leave.

I hear the water running in the shower, and I almost want to barge in and get in the shower, whether she wants me to or not, but I feel like that will only drive her further away.

I hate this feeling.

Chapter 11 - Arina

I can’t believe I allowed him to seduce me like that. God, it was good. I’ve never been with such a confident, cocky man before, all puns intended.

But I regret it. I regret giving in to that primal desire. I’m not here to fuck him. I’m here to get revenge against my so-called family.

I step under the hot water and start to wash my body, including my hair. As I touch myself, I remember how he touched me, how I had touched myself. My body is still sensitive, and I avoid certain places. I have to admit, having primal sex against the window of the suite was pretty sexy. I’ve never done anything that wild before. I’ve never really been into anyone that much to try.

I rinse my hair and body and step out of the shower, wrapping a towel around me.

I saunter into the bedroom, but Igor isn’t there, and I drop the cocky attitude. I want him to see me as confident, not as a nervous wreck around him.

I get dressed and towel-dry my hair before I venture out of the bedroom. No one is there.

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