Page 36 of Unwilling Bratva Bride

“Ahh!”

Adley arched, her walls squeezing me, and I rammed my hips forward, bouncing her sweet little breasts as I bucked into her hard.Mine. If anyone touches her, I’ll fucking kill them.

The thought consumed me as Adley moaned and gasped around the pressure on her neck, mewling as she clenched her hands into fists. Gentle tears bloomed at the corner of her eyes, her eyes shut so damn tight.

“Fucking beautiful, sweetheart.”

Everything around me condensed down into that exact moment, and all I could think about was the tight, wet slide of my cock deep into Adley’s pussy—breeding her.

I needed to fill her up like I needed air, and her wonderfully tight cunt squeezed around me as the orgasm claimed her.

“Ivan!” She screamed my name, her body pulsing and trembling.

Adley milked my release, and I grunted—damn-near growling like a beast—as I emptied myself into her warm, wet core. She was all fucking mine, and I would have it no other way.

The frenzy calmed, air rushing in and out of me as I leaned forward and rested on top of Adley. Her breath whispered across my skin, and that delicious scent of hers filled my nose. She whimpered lightly, a hiss of discomfort, as I slid myself free.

I was sweaty from fucking her twice now, and a shower would definitely be necessary.

As I looked down at her, Adley struggled to meet my eyes, renewed exhaustion making her eyes lidded.

“I’ll be gone most of the day, sweetheart. Don’t get yourself into trouble.”

She blinked, looking between me and the bed, but didn’t say anything. As she rolled onto her side, Adley grabbed the sheets, pulling them over herself. I was about to yank them away when she sat up and then stood before me.

“Can I…shower too?”

My jaw nearly hit the floor. I was likely this more relaxed version of Adley, and I was glad to see that the dumb notion that she didn’t want this was slipping from her. She was my sweet, naughty girl, and she was going to start loving it if I had any say.

“Only if you plan on sucking my dick clean in there.”

Adley’s eyes flared wide, her lips parting. Still, I couldsensethe way her body responded, seeing her nipple harden again beneath the thin sheet.

“And you won’t be needing that.”

She looked down at her hands, which held the bunched-up fabric. She offered a tiny nod before letting the sheet tumble to the ground. I groaned, gripping myself tightly. I was already up to go again. That was alovelytreat.

I opened my arm toward the bathroom, gesturing for her to start walking. She did, and as Adley passed by, I smacked her ass hard and quick. She yelped, turning over her shoulder to look at me, and all I did was give myself a stroke that had more dripping from the tip.

Eyes flaring, Adley blinked and then turned around for the shower.

I did not have time for this. I was already running late thanks to that wake-up, but Lev and his information could fucking wait. Right now, I had my prize to enjoy, and I would delight in every possible second I could claim her.

And right now, that meant watching her suck my cum-covered cock as I washed my hair.

Chapter 15 - Adley

After the morning’s sins, I fell back asleep again, waking up sometime around ten. I never slept in, and on top of that, there was the fact that I’d had sex with Ivan twice and done quite a bit in the shower in the span of twelve hours.

I could hardly recognize myself.

Who even was this girl who enjoyed being dominated so thoroughly like that? Who was this person who knew she should be questioning things a lot more but had been content enough to give herself over not once but twice?

A sigh escaped as I sat up and stretched. I needed to get out of this bed, out of this room, and an actual shower was likely the best way to wake my brain up. I padded over to the closet to retrieve a set of clothes and hopped back into the impressive shower with the water set to cool.

I hadn’t noticed it when I was using the tub, but the shower was more like a massive platform off to the right side of the room from the door. The water came right out of the ceiling in a gigantic square fixture that had to be at least two feet wide. It rained down from above, the square surrounded by a skylight that let the sun in.

There was also a traditional showerhead with a detachable option. The rainfall showerhead was put to shame by the one in the ceiling, but it could be angled to shoot forward with it, creating a wall of water that fell from nearly every angle.

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