Page 53 of Unwilling Bratva Bride

“Look,” I stepped forward again, grabbing her hand and pulling her toward me, “I don’t plan on killing him or something right there in the club. I just need to see who he’s meeting with. Get an ear on their conversation if I can. Okay?”

Eyeing me, Adley sucked in a deep breath. She was still rigid, but her stare flicked down to the floor as she closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened them again, Adley met my stare hard.

“You promise. I…I really don’t want to be there for an assassination.”

Rolling my eyes, I nodded. “Yes. Now, would you hurry up? I need you to get changed.”

Adley shook her head, pretending to search the room. “Into what, Ivan? I don’t exactly have club clothes.”

“I’m aware.” I pulled her forward, leading her back to the bedroom and the bag I’d hung up. “That’s why I picked something up for you. Get changed. I need to swap out the jeans for a monkey suit.”

Patting her on the ass made Adley yelp as she reached for the bag, and I just smirked, walking off toward the closet to don my suit.

When I came out of the closet, decked out in my only suit—a simple black one with a sleek tie that gave off seriousJohn Wick vibes—I found Adley smoothing her hands down the shimmery wine-colored satin of her gown.

My heart skipped around under my ribs, and my cock roared to life. Adley’s slim figure looked like it had been painted with the shiny fabric, every curve accentuated by the tight, form-fitting dress.

“Oh, you’re changed. Okay, how does this look? Do I look ridiculous?” Adley asked nervously.

I had to clear my throat before speaking, and my mouth suddenly felt very dry. “Not the word I’d use.”

Her expression melted into a small smile, her cheeks turning pink. “Oh. Well, good, then.”

Approaching her, I smirked, so fucking tempted to pull up that dress and fuck her right then and there. As it was, I sauntered closer, dragging my fingers down her bare arms and admiring the deep cut of the gown’s neckline.

The exaggerated V-shape dipped between Adley’s breasts, the tension from the strings holding up the top giving her excellent cleavage. Tracking down the rest of her body, I took in how her waist looked especially small compared to her round hips. The dress put the focus on her ass and tits, and fuck, it was doing an excellent job.

“Good, indeed.” I spun her around slowly, pulling her hair off her back.

The crisscrossing strings that wove through the back of the gown tied right at the small of her back, and the fabric covering her ass was ruched right in the middle. I’d had to ask the clerk what that was called, but seeing it in action, the slight bunching of the fabric did not disappoint.

God, she looks like a goddamn snack.

I was straining behind the fly of my slacks, my dick rubbing against fabric when all I wanted was to bury it inside Adley as far as I could.

“You should do something with your hair. The back of this dress…well, you need to show it off.”

Adley looked beyond flustered, her blush creeping down her neck and across her chest. “Yeah, I was planning on it.”

I toyed with the string over her shoulder, lowering my lips to her skin. “How’d you even get this tied up?”

A small laugh left her, and Adley pulled away to walk to the bathroom. “I don’t exactly have anyone helping me back home, now do I? I got good at it after a few proms.”

Calling out after her, I grinned as I watched her ass in that gown. “Couldn’t your mother or sister help?”

“My sister is too busy with her own shit, and my mom’s hands aren’t great. She has fibromyalgia.”

Nodding even though she couldn’t see me, I waited for Adley to come out with her hair finished. I expected her to come out with her long waves hoisted up into a ponytail, and to an extent, that’s what Adley did. Still, there was a lot more going on than I would have thought possible in just fifteen minutes or so.

Adley’s flowing honey-blonde waves were piled up into a swirling bun high on her head. Whispy pieces of hair fell naturally into her face, which had shorter layers. At the back, several long strands tumbled down in a random pattern, trailing down her back and drawing the eye downward to the straps.

When she got closer, I realized that part of the section at the front was actually braided into a wide plait. She’d also swiped on a bit of makeup, her lips shiny from gloss and her eyes sparkling against the subtle smoky eye.

“Damn. I’m impressed.”

“One bathroom, five people. Time was always in short supply.”

I laughed, holding out my arm for her so that we could leave. Abe and Vlad were staying behind, and the thought that I’d have Adley like this all to myself was more than a little appealing.

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