Page 2 of Forced By the Bratva King

I loved Madelyn Grace so much. The girl had been more than a friend to me; she was like the sister I never had. My stepbrother Scott thought she was hot and had always had a thing for her, but she was way out of his league. Scott was still hopeful, though, poor thing.

“You know what? I’ll dress you up myself.” Madelyn walked back to me and picked the red dress up, placing it on the front side of my body. “Hmm.” She stroked her chin, probably imagining how I’d look in the dress. “Strip.”

“What?” My brows rose instinctively.

“You heard me, strip,” she replied. “Or would you like me to help you with that too?”

“Oh, my God, you’re such a pain in the ass. You know that, right?” I grumbled, taking off my sweatshirt.

“And you love me that way,” she said, a pesky little grin spreading across her face.

Within the next few minutes, she forced me into the dress, leaving no room for resistance.

“It’s too tight,” I said, struggling with the gown as it clung to my body like a second skin.

“No, it’s not. It’s perfect,” she replied, beaming with pride. “Turn around.”

I did, and just then, I felt her hand pulling up the zipper I’d been fighting with.

Madelyn grabbed me by the arm, and we both halted in front of the mirror with her standing behind me. “Don’t you like the girl in the mirror?” She smoothed my hair backward, her lips curling up into a grin.

A faint smile lined a corner of my face as I admired my reflection. It was like looking at an entirely different person. The gown somehow transformed me into a much hotter woman than I actually was, accentuating my features.

“This is what you’ve been hiding, Sierra. Not cool,” she said, her eyes roaming my body in wonder and admiration. “I’ve always known you’re beautiful…but this is sexy!” She shrieked on the last statement. “Look at you, my goodness! You’re fucking glowing!”

“Okay, stop, you’re making me blush.” I giggled, stealing hidden glances at the sexy girl in the mirror.

“Oh, you’re lucky I’m straight because your body is the definition of perfect—goddamn!” She wouldn’t stop gushing, and I couldn’t stop blushing.

“Flattery will get you anywhere, Maddie.” I chuckled softly.

“Seriously, Sierra. You look amazing—and I haven’t even made you up just yet,” she replied.

“Wait, you’re gonna have to make me up?” I turned to face her, brows knitting in confusion.

“Of course,” she answered, heading over to the drawer to fetch the makeup kit.

I shook my head. “I did not sign up for this, Maddie.”

She approached me. “You talk too much, Sierra.”

“You do realize that’s ironic coming from you, right?”

“Sit.” She forced me into a chair in front of the mirror.

“I don’t know about this,” I grumbled, but I knew better than to resist.

“You’re pretty, Sierra; the makeup will only enhance it. Don’t worry, it’s not gonna be heavy. Just something light.”

It was as though she’d read my mind; I didn’t want anything that would make me sweat in the long run, and this dress was already killing me. I could barely breathe, considering how tight the gown was.

“You know, I wouldn’t really pester you into coming along if it wasn’t important to me,” she said, gently glossing my lips.

“I know,” came my reply.

“This outing is to celebrate my graduation, which is huge, and I want you, my best friend, to be there. Besides, my college buddies will be present, as well—and trust me, they all can’t wait to see the cyber security expert who didn’t go to college but is working wonders from a course she took online.” She bent overand whispered into my ears, her soft tone hinting at her guilt. “I may or may not have told them that you’re so good, you once hacked a speeding train and brought it to a halt in order to save a stray cat.”

My breath seized for a moment, and my jaw dropped, mirroring my shock. “What?” I burst out laughing. “I’m sure no one believed that.”

---