Page 27 of Unwilling Bratva Bride

Sure, it did a bit, but it also fascinated me and set something in my soul ablaze.

It intrigued me in a way it really fucking shouldn’t, distracting me from my concerns over my family and filling my thoughts with images of Ivan coming toward me in the dark of night. Was he going to hunt me downtonight?

Fuck you until you can’t remember your name…

Alone in the bath, I smoothed the water over my skin, thinking of Ivan’s hands on my skin. The world fell away, and it became just the visions of Ivan and me tangling with each other, his muscular body dwarfing me with its raw power.

I imagined him touching me as I lay there naked in the water—inhistub. Ivan’s mouth on mine, his hands gripping my hips as he shoved his cock deep into my pussy, his cum filling me and apparentlybreedingme like his good little wife.

Losing all track of time and my sense of reality, the images swirled, driving me to sink my hand lower, finding the growing wetness that pooled deep inside as I dipped my finger past my folds.

Stroking slowly, I circled my finger against my walls, and my pussy squeezed. My breaths fluttered, a chill rushing over my nipples as they peeked out of the water. Thank God for the damn bubbles, or I’d have to really face what I was doing.

Why was I like this? Why did it fill me with some kind of sick enjoyment that I was driving that man to such dark, possessive thoughts?

But there were no answers in the bath, just the need to feel myself fall apart as I pictured Ivan’s thick cock spearing into me. I was clearly a desperate hussy who needed to get fucked, because all I could think of was how damn good he’d feel—claiming me, tasting me, making me his…

The sensations intensified, and I slipped another finger inside me and pushed down on my clit hard enough to feel it burn. I was barreling toward an orgasm, and I didn’t have the wherewithal to stop myself, to feel guilty about it.

Goddamn, Adley. Over your fucking head…

Chapter 12 - Ivan

My steps dragged as I walked up to my bedroom. Another fight, which was likely what I was going to get from Adley, wasn’t how I wanted to spend my evening. Still, the idea of showing my bride-to-be how that mouth could be more useful did have merit.

The room seemed especially quiet as I reached the top of the stairs and pushed open the door. It was pretty damn dark, too, what with the sun going further and further behind the trees.

I stepped inside, shutting the door silently. Adley wasn’t sitting on the bed or anywhere else in the main bedroom, but I knew she hadn’t left. I’d been standing just a few feet from the stairwell, and I would have noticed her come down.

Hmm…Whatcha doing, sweetheart?

Orange light flickering near the bathroom door stole my attention, and when I looked over in that direction, I could pick out what was likely the glow from the candle I had in there. Fancy shit to make a bath more appealing to a potential partner, and unsurprisingly it looked like it had worked again.

Adley needed to know about spending the day here alone tomorrow, but who was I to interrupt her “me time?”

At least, not for a conversation I wasn’t.

My steps were ghostly quiet as I approached the bathroom. I tilted my head so that I could get a glimpse of the tub as I just barely passed into view. Adley lay inside, her head back and her eyes closed.

In the dim light, I could just make out the gentle motion of the water as she reclined in the bubbled-filled tub. Her clotheswere in a pile on the floor, and knowing—without a shadow of a doubt—that she was naked and just a few feet away had me hardening behind my zipper in a flash.

Well, hello there.

Normally, I would have jumped into action, hurrying over to the bathtub and yanking her out. But this time, I just watched.

I stared at her, admiring every glistening curve of Adley’s perfect body and enjoying the way her breaths forced her nipples to break the surface of the water. From this distance, and with the low light, though, I could hardly see them. And that was a crying shame.

The rough fabric of my briefs rubbed against my shaft as I stood there, hovering at the door and raking my gaze over every available inch of skin—the thought of claiming that tight, little body shot to the front of my brain once again.

Adley was just so damn…intriguing.

Those long honey-blonde locks of hers had been pulled up into a spiraling knot on her head, and fuck, if I didn’t want to reach for it and pull it down. I wanted to see those waves of hair dripping in bath water as I drove my cock into her, Adley’s skin slick and shimmering.

I wanted to take her completely, fill her up, watch her take my spend—every last drop.

Creeping closer, that invisible thread between us pulling me toward her, I absently reached for my cock, squeezing it through the fabric of my pants.All fucking mine. She’s all fucking mine, and Ineedto feel her.

The water made hushed slaps against the porcelain, and Adley’s face screwed up slightly as she arched.Wait…

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