Page 24 of Forced By the Bratva King

“It’s your room now,” Irina said, gently shutting the door behind her.

I took off my heels and set down my bare feet on the soft rug spread in front of the master bed. Those shoes had been killing me all day anyway; it felt good to be free of them at last. Next was this dress; it was time to get the hell out of it. I was struggling, as I couldn’t reach the zipper on the back.

“Let me help,” Irina said, walking up to me. “So, how does it feel to be Mrs. Tarasov?” She pulled down the zipper.

“Do you want me to lie?” I asked.

She laughed. “I noticed you enjoyed the kiss on the altar.”

I turned to face her, a little embarrassed.

“Don’t be shy,” she said, chuckling. “There’s nothing wrong with that.” Irina helped take the dress off of me.

God! That’s much better.

I felt so light now that I’d gotten rid of the gown and could finally breathe.

Irina passed me a piece of red lingerie on a hanger. “Change into this once you’re freshened up. Bathroom’s that way.” She pointed in the direction.

I reluctantly accepted the dress, and my heart skipped a beat at the realization of what it meant. “Do I have to wear this?”

“It’s your first night together. Don’t you wanna look sexy for him?” she asked.

No. Not really, I thought.

Irina sighed softly. “Look, Sierra. You’re his wife now, and you’re expected to play your role. The sooner you accept this, the better.” She held my hand. “I know it’s hard, but if you want to get through this, I’d suggest you start seeing him as your husband, not a heartless monster.” She offered me a final sad smile and then walked out of the room, shutting the door behind her.

Irina was right. It was difficult to do what she suggested, but I didn’t have a choice; I had to at least try.

With the lingerie in my hand, I walked into the opulent bathroom, complete with a massive bathtub, and stripped naked, hanging the dress nearby.

One foot first, and soon, I was fully settled in the tub, relaxing in the warm, foamy water where I had a long bath. As I slowly sponged my body, I thought about the kiss and how it made me feel. I was confused at this point, unsure of whether or not I should be harboring these feelings for the man who kidnapped me and forced me to marry him. I wanted to hate him, and to an extent, I did, but why, then, did I still find him so attractive?

These thoughts went on and on until I was finally done washing my body. I stepped out, dripping wet, as I cautiouslywalked over the slippery floor. Grabbing a white towel, I wiped my body and slipped into the lingerie.

I stood in front of a mirror, watching the woman in the reflection—the sexy woman in red lingerie, who I scarcely recognized. I heard the front door open, and I knew it was Artem walking into the room. His cologne gave him away. I was too shy to step outside, knowing that things would definitely get heated up once I did that.

“You can’t hide in there forever,” he said from the room.

He’s right. Just go out there and get this over with.I exhaled sharply.What’s the worst thing that can happen?

I padded out of the bathroom, and there he was, sitting on one side of the bed.

He had no coat on or tie, but his white undershirt was still tucked into his black pants. His eyes held a mysterious glint of lust as he looked at me, head to toe. As I walked over, Artem rose to his feet, and I summoned the courage to lock eyes with him.

I struggled to stay calm when he halted in front of me, checking out my body. His fingers flew into my moist hair, and he caressed my scalp while watching my body react to his touch. “You want me, don’t you?”

Do you always have to be so sassy about it all the time?I didn’t say anything, but my eyes were glued to his.

“You have such an amazing body.” Artem’s fingers ran along my chest, traveling down my cleavage.

I was shaking, trembling at the sensation of his touch that had once again left me breathless.

He wrapped his hand around my slender waist and pulled me to himself. “You’re my wife, and I want you.” He pulled me closer, holding on tighter.

I swallowed hard, feeling the size of his cock brushing against me.

Fuck, he’s turning me on. What should I do now? I want him as much as he wants me.

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