Page 72 of Unwilling Bratva Bride

Riding Ivan with my back to his chest, he held my hips up enough so that he could fuck into me hard. My shoulder ached,but I ignored that pain, or rather embraced it. I’d almost lost this for good, and I wasn’t about to let the discomfort take it away from me.

The strokes were still slow and purposeful, forcing me to know nothing else but the sensations rocking my body. The way it felt to glide up and down the ridges of his erection, particularly the head, how Ivan’s fingers pressed into my hips enough to bruise, the possession that he exuded for everything I was and everything I might become.

Reaching around to my breast, Ivan pinched my nipple, and I clenched around his shaft. The slow pumps of his hips speared him up to the hilt inside me, rough but unhurried.

“Goddamn, Ivan.” My eyes clamped shut, moisture clinging to my lashes. “It’s too much. Too good. Don’t ever leave me.”

“Never, sweetheart.” Ivan pumped in still more brutal strides, bouncing me on his lap. “This pussy is mine.Youare all mine. Nothing will ever take you away from me.”

My fingers went to my clit, caressing Ivan’s shaft as it disappeared inside me. He groaned, and my head fell back onto his shoulder.

Somehow, my body both melted into him and sparked to life even more, the feelings overcoming everything else. Water splashed to the floor, and lust-drunk words flooded out of me.

“Please! Ivan! Ugh!” I worked myself harder, letting go of everything that I’d ever held back. “Harder. God, please, harder.”

The world didn’t exist, and yet, our efforts grounded me to the planet.

We rocked together, chasing the extraordinary sensations roaring from within us. Then I fell apart around his cock once more.

Ivan’s erection twitched inside me, and then he was emptying himself into my overworked pussy. The orgasm took over everything, and I cried out, the sounds echoing in the intimate space of the bathroom.

After a moment, both of us were utterly spent, and stillness returned to the house. The sounds of our ragged breaths were the only noise, and I laid my head against Ivan’s chest.

“I promise, Ivan, I’m yours. No matter what.”

“And I’m yours, Adley. For as long as you’ll have me.”

He wrapped his arms around me, stroking his hand up and down my hair. The world was a terrifying, chaotic place, but I knew it would all work out as long as I had Ivan by my side.

And the potential of the future looked bright. In nine months, give or take, we would meet the newest member of this little family we created, introduce them to my family, and there was no one in the world I wanted to jump into that unknown with more than Ivan Ustinov.

Mafioso or not.

Epilogue - Ivan

My entire body ached, and I knew I was wearing a fair share of the red stuff on the outside. Thankfully, most of the blood wasn’t mine. Unfortunately, the stuff still stained, and I had a feeling this shirt was FUBAR.

The house was quiet as the guys and I walked in. Abe went directly to the “mudroom,” using the large sink there to rinse his hands before prying off his shoes. Vlad and I were right behind him, ready to do the same—andthen probably shower.

When we were at least good enough to touch things, I exited the room with my brothers and looked around for Adley.

“I swear to God, some of it got in my mouth. I’m brushing my fucking teeth,” Abe groaned out, and I laughed as he walked over to the stairs.

Vlad chuckled lowly, and I clapped him on the shoulder as I let out a long sigh.

“Thanks for covering me back there. You’re sure you’re not hit?”

He nodded once, the corners of his mouth turning down. He went for his phone, and I waited a few moments for him to type up a message.

“I’m good—just a scrape. But I should get it stitched up. I’ll be upstairs.”

“Oh, shit. Okay. Do you want help?” I cocked a brow at him, but Vlad just shook his head, turning on his heel and heading right to the stairs.

“Don’t fucking bleed out in the bathroom because you couldn’t reach it, asshole.”

Waving behind him, Vlad let out a low grumble, his version of “Yeah, yeah.”

There was no budging the guy. He was as stubborn as all of us, and I’d already pushed my luck by calling that psychiatry practice to see if they could fit in a new client. He didn’t know about that bit yet, and Vlad was going to fuckingkillme when he found out.

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