Page 54 of The Bratva King's Claimed Bride

He pulls me off and looks at me, spittle running down the side of my mouth. He breathes hard as he takes me in.

I slide my hands up his legs and smile. He pulls out a handkerchief from his breast pocket and throws it at me. “Clean up and come sit on my lap.”

I wipe my mouth and get to my feet as gracefully as I can.

“Are you wearing anything under that skirt?” he asks, looking up at me curiously.

“Why don’t you check?” I ask him.

He leans forward and, with one finger, lifts my skirt to see I’m bare just for him.

“Hmm, turn around.” I follow his instructions. “Come sit on the boss’s lap.”

I lower myself slowly. He places one hand on my hip and uses his other hand to guide his cock into my pussy.

As soon as he’s fully in me, I let out a low moan. I hook my legs over his, and lean back against him. He reaches around me and fondles my breasts through my shirt as he starts moving his hips. I move along with him.

He’s hitting a spot deep inside me that just kills me. The whole situation has me extremely horny and sensitive. He finds my nipples and teases them through the thin fabric, and I clench around his cock. He lowers a hand around my hip and finds my clit, fingering it fast.

I buck, crying out in pleasure.

“I’m going to cum,” he growls.

“So am I,” I moan, gripping the wrist of his hand that is fingering me. “It’s too much. It’s too much. It’s too much. Oh, fuck.”

He slams into me, and I feel his cum fill me while I suddenly squirt, spraying liquid like a fire hose while he continues to finger fuck my clit.

I cry out again, and he slows down, kissing my shoulder.

“Well…” he murmurs. “That was some drink.”

I laugh and lean back, turning my head so I can kiss him.

Chapter 18 - Igor

I have fantasized about scenarios with waitresses and secretaries, but I didn’t think roleplaying would be so arousing. Arina is the sexiest thing alive, and I can’t stop thinking about her. I want to possess her every second of the day and never give her up.

We haven’t really spoken about the revenge against her brothers because she’s been too absorbed by work, but I know that our play for power isn’t going to go unnoticed, especially when Kervyn recognizes who I am.

For now, I’ve been working through shell corporations to keep my name off documents. I want it to be a surprise when he has the rug ripped right out from under him.

Arina has really taken to the Bratva life. Although she may not have been raised by the Milovs, she is naturally Bratva—it’s in her blood.

I get up from my desk. I’m in the mood to taste her.

I walk to her office and peek in, but she’s not there. I frown.

She’s always in her office.

I turn around and walk toward Yvonne’s office instead. I find my adopted sister there, plugging away at her computer.

“Yvonne, where is Arina?” I ask.

“Overseeing the delivery of the catering stuff for tomorrow’s event,” she says, glancing up.

I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Why is my wife overseeing the delivery of stuff?”

“Because she wants everything to be perfect,” Yvonne quips. “You’ll find her in the delivery yard if you wish to complain to her.”

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