Page 20 of Unwilling Bratva Bride

Adley nodded, her eyes still narrowed on me as she stepped in. When she reached the counter, she pulled out the second drawer and laid her pants inside. I was half-tempted to shut the door behind her and trap her in there for a while, just for fun.

But “good sense” got the better of me, and I let it go, allowing her to exit and grab the shirts waiting for her on the bed. As she went back for them, I scanned the remaining contents in her bag from where I was standing. It looked like she’d brought another pair of shoes—sneakers that had seen better days—and that was it.

Two pairs of shoes? There goes that myth about girls and footwear.

Still, I had to remind myself that Adley was coming from meager finances prior to my involvement.

Adley walked past me as I regarded her and went straight to the racks of hanging tees of my own. There was a section at the far left that wasn’t as full as the others, and she took a few of the hangers there and hung up her shirts. Shoving them to the side, Adley was sure to maintain a healthy distance between her stuff and mine.

No, no, no.

Stalking up behind her, I reached over her head, smelling the remnants of her shampoo, and slid the two halves of clothes together, getting things good and snuggled.

I could feel Adley bristle as my chest brushed across her back, and she spun around, suddenly boxed in by me, and met my eyes hard.

“Seriously? Are you really expecting me to just be so damn thrilled about this and melt for you? Because it won’t happen.”

Gripping the pole that held the hangers, I looked down at her with a smirk. I stood quite a bit taller than Adley, and as she stared at me, those soft blue eyes blazing, Isensedhow my sheer presence pressed down on her. She swallowed, refusing to duck her gaze away, and my cock twitched at the defiance.

Fuck, I’m looking forward to giving that ass a good spanking.

Leaning in a hair more so that my lips ghosted over Adley’s skin as she turned her face away, I lowered my voice, knowing that the only person in the world who could hear me was her.

“I promise you, sweetheart, you’ll melt. But I have no problem breaking you beforehand.”

I could feel her shiver against me, a sweet blush filling her freckled cheeks as those full,fulllips parted just enough to let out a shaky breath. She had a tiny dimple on her chin, barely a thing at all, but each part of her seemed to combine to make this insanely appealing package.

Her wavy locks fell across her shoulders and down her back to her waist, her fuckingbuttonnose, the delicate sheen of tan to her skin that contrasted with the darker brows that sat above her denim blue eyes.

Fucking masterpiece.

“I…” Adley still wasn’t looking at me, and I was more than happy to stand right here, towering over her. “I…I have a few more things to put away.”

She quickly ducked under my arm and went straight to the duffle she’d been working on. I could practically see the steam coming off, and I could guess how much she tripped between those slender thighs of hers.

I have never had so much fun in my life.

As Adley took out the last little pouch from the duffle bag, the shit she’d grabbed from the bathroom, I stepped out of the closet, shutting the door and taking up my place next to the dress as I flicked off the light inside.

It surprised me a bit that the contents she’d brought for the bathroom were nearly as extensive as her clothes altogether. But I could guess that taking care of all that hair took some doing.

It looked like two smaller bags, and I watched Adley fumbling with them to keep a hand on both. I could have obviously lent a hand, but watching her struggle with that was too much entertainment to pass up.

I chuckled quietly, and her eyes landed on me over her shoulder in a stern glare.

“Sure, just stand there. It’s not like I couldn’t use—”

From between the two smaller bags, something tiny slipped to the floor. I wouldn’t have made a deal about it, but then I saw the look in Adley’s eyes. They went wide, her eyebrows shooting up to her hairline. More of that pink flooded her cheeks, and I could tell she was embarrassed. Mortified even.

She scrambled to pick the thing up before I could see it. Unfortunately for Adley, I was quicker than she was, and I wasn’t trying to manhandle two full pouches of bathroom shit.

Snatching the small box from the ground, I pulled up what looked like a thing of over-the-counter medicine. But then I looked closer, reading the description until the brand name, Opill. I pulled open the top flap and took out the only remaining sleeve pills. A neat set of rows were all lined with that typically aluminum backing, a few pills already punched out.

“And what do we have here?”

Chapter 9 - Adley

Oh my fucking God. You’ve got to be kidding me. What the hell is my luck right now?!

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