Page 22 of Unwilling Bratva Bride

“I’m what?”

But Ivan didn’t bother with an answer. Instead, he spun me around in his grip, holding me out in front of him, and marched me toward a room at the back of his master suite. I had to assume it was the bathroom, and I was proven correct as Ivan directed me inside and turned me sharply around the corner into the little room that was made just for the toilet.

He held me there, standing before the thing, then angled my head down with his thumb.

“Open the lid.”

I was shaking. I could barely tell if this was real, but somehow, I found it within me to do as he said. I opened the lid, and the water inside the bowl reflected the light.

Before I could ask another stupid question, Ivan slapped the packet of pills into my hand with a loudthwap.

“Punch them out. Every. Single. One.”

I didn’t know if it was the shock or something else, but I didn’t cry. I didn’t shake my head or try to fight against him. I just held the thing of BC in my hands and started punching the tiny pills out of their packet and into the toilet.

They hit the water with little plinking sounds, and I just kept going until they were all gone, even the sugar pills. When the container was empty, I held it up for Ivan to see the evidence.

“Good girl.” I blushed, my veins roaring with fire. “Now, flush.”

Reaching for the handle was difficult with Ivan’s grip on the back of my neck, but I strained forward, just landing the edges of my fingers on it. When I had enough of a hold on the lever, I pulled down, sending the birth control pills into the sewer.

Ivan was pressed up against my back in the next moment, his erection digging into my ass. It was insane to think that I was the reason this intimidating man was aroused, that my dumb self had him hard as a damn rock.

Clearly, that insanity was two-fold because I adored it for some stupid reason. I loved knowing that I made Ivan like this. For as little physical control as I had, I had this. My presence, my being, was enough to get this hardened man thinking of nothing else than taking me.

Thatwas fucking intoxicating.

His lips found my ear again as Ivan pressed in over my shoulder. “That’s very good, sweetheart. And damn, I am just so excited to see what you look like fucked raw and bred with my seed.”

It was the dirtiest thing that had ever been said to me. My entire body shuddered, my pussy clamping down aroundnothing. I wasn’t going to survive in this house the way I thought. In fact, nothing about his “deal” was how I thought it would be, and not for the first time, I knew I’d gotten in way over my head.

Ivan spun me around again, making me face him, and holy shit, that was just as powerful as having to watch those little pills drift down the drain.

“Sweet, sweet, Adley. How good will you taste, hmm?”

Lowering his face to mine once more, Ivan hovered his lips over mine. He was so damn close. Was he finally going to kiss me? God, did I want him to? Hell, torture, tantalizing torture, this was all of that.

Featherlight, not truly a touch, Ivan’s bottom lips hushed over mine. Slick dripped from my slit, and I whimpered in his hold.

“It’s going to be very fun to find out.”

I felt his words as he spoke, warm breath rushing over my lips and making them hum. Shit, my entire body was humming, thrumming with need for this sadistic man.

And then he just pulled away.

Ivan left me there so quickly that I actually stumbled forward. Shocked to my core, I sank to my knees, listening to the sound of Ivan’s steps taking him farther and farther away. When I couldn’t hear anything more, I shuddered in a deep breath—alone in the tiny room for the toilet with an empty contraceptive packet clutched in my grip.

Chapter 10 - Ivan

My blood was pumping faster than it had the last time I had to get out quickly from a job. The adrenaline lacing my veins was a potent drug that zinged through me like an electric current. I was havingwaytoo much fun in there, and I honestly didn’t know who the fuck I was anymore.

I enjoyed commanding things in the bedroom as much as any dominant type, but that had been…different.

Adley’s presence brought out something raw and primal within me, something that demanded to have every inch of her inside and out. She was mine to possess, to claim, to keep, and God have mercy on the fucker that stood between me and what was mine.

Mine.

The thought reverberated through my skull, strong as a punch to the head.Seriously, who the fuck am I right now?

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