Page 51 of Forced By the Bratva Beast

“I want her to be ‘stubborn with an attitude.’ Yeah, like her mother. That’s going to work for me.” Rolling my eyes, I shake my head, but I can’t disagree. It would have been the one trait that would have gotten me through if I’d made it to the courtroom. At the start it felt like a loss not to be a lawyer, but knowing I’m having a girl makes it feel less like that. It’s more of a feeling of bliss and excitement replacing it. Andrei continues, and it’s lucky he’s rubbing my feet. “But at the same time, absolutely beautiful.”

We stare at each other, the intensity of the passionate desire we both sought finding us again. Tingles sprinkle all over me as Andrei slides up my body, until we are face-to-face. He strokes a finger down the side of my face, our bond rock solid, given everything we’ve gone through. He holds off the kiss, our mouths a hair’s breadth from each other.

“What happened to Christopher?” I whisper, finding his dark curls at the nape of his neck, loving the feeling of running my fingers through them.

His forehead rests against mine as he kisses my nose. “Do you really want to know that, beauty?”

“Yes?” I shiver, not wanting to hide from what I’m a part of anymore. “I’m your wife, and I have a right to know. I can’t keep pretending, can I? Andrei eyes my lips, grazing them with tenderness.

“No, I guess not. What should have happened in New York is what happened,” he replies succinctly, but I sit up straighter, the electric current of desire buzzing between us.

“Tell me. How do you do it?” I suck on his bottom lip, and he groans, his face contorting with pleasure.

“Sophia. Please. Stay pure. You don’t want the gory details.”

“Yes, yes, I do. Don’t hold back,” I say seductively as Andrei’s hand slides up my shirt.

“We killed him. Nothing gruesome. Makar shot him with a silencer since we were in the neighborhood of other people.” Andrei’s hand cups the heavy weight of my breasts. Much to his delight, they’ve grown since the pregnancy, giving him more to play with.

“Smart. Where did they dump the body? Shallow grave?” I ask, guessing as Andrei places his head under my shirt, dipping my bra down so he can flick his wet tongue over my nipple. Arching my back, I let the pleasure take me far from any trauma I’ve suffered.

Andrei comes up for air, laughing. “You’ve been watching too many crime shows on TV. No. Worse. An incinerator so his body parts can’t be identified. Where the horses go to die.”

I’m shocked, but turned on as Andrei’s hands follow a trail down to my pants, unzipping my jeans. “You mean the glue factory? Where they take the old nags?”

“Precisely,” he whispers, one eye closed, the other open. “Is this for your research?” I giggle between moans, but Andrei stops me momentarily, his tongue tussling with mine, our bodies melding as one.

Gasping as we both come up for air, I wrap my leg around his broad back. “And there’s no trace?”

“No trace,” he adds, his fingers locating my wet spot and grooving inside me.

“Ah, so good,” I croon as he rocks his hand back and forth, reminding me of our first time on my couch. “No evidence. What about the bones?”

“Good question,” he pants. “It’s mixed up and grinded with the horse’s bones used for fertilizer. Sold in bags.”

Andrei’s fingers work in a circular motion exploring as I sigh. “Sold to us! There are people sprinkling the bone dust of criminals on their garden beds!” I shriek, the notion too funny and unbelievable at the same time.

“That’s why we get away with such a thing. Nobody would ever believe it. Let alone be able to prove it. Maybe I need to get you to sign a contract now.”

As a peak builds inside me, I wriggle around Andrei’s fingers, my arm draped around the back of his neck as I stare into his eyes. “You mean the one where it’s death until we part?”

He nods, bruising my mouth with a kiss. “Yes, that one. But since you’re planning on divorcing me after the birth of the child, our Bratva secrets must be protected,” he jokes as I wrap my legs tighter, running out of room on the couch.

“But you’ll find me, won’t you? And I have your girl,” I remind him with a wink as he pulls me up in an aroused state.

“True. Come on. Let’s get comfortable in our bed, wife.” Led by him, I smile in my languid state as we reach our bed and I lay back, happy to give myself to him. He strips me of my stretchy jeans, dragging my underwear down with his teeth. I enjoy the show as he strips, revealing his taut, hard muscles that ripple with every motion. Maybe it’s a cliché, but I truly feel as if he’s been sculpted from the gods and sent as a special package just for me. His thick cock stands to attention, and I feel my pussy clench at the sight. Andrei knows I want him, and I like how confident and assured he is.

“Don’t just stand there,” I say, breathily, Andrei’s face lighting up in amusement as tendrils of his near jet-black hair hang loose and in his potent dark eyes, making his broody appeal even stronger.

Now we’ve loosened up in the bedroom together, I’m getting to know all the ways of pleasure, my body tuned to Andrei’s hot commands. He discards my panties, my legs spreading open so his mouth can dip inside my inner thighs. Ishudder as his versatile tongue glides up, until he reaches my core.

I ache so much for him, but he’s not willing to give me what I want straight away. No, he plays a game, licking around the folds of my entrance as I run my hands through his hair.

“Why are you teasing me so badly?” I groan in frustration, gathering balls of the duvet in my hands.

“Wait. I’m teaching you patience, Sophia. It’s going to make you come harder.” He gives my clit a long lick, his wolfish eyes staring up at mine for a second. It’s a sweet anguish, but I want it to stop. No continue. No, I don’t have a clue what I want in the heat of this moment. All I know is I can’t do without his addictive touch. He’s the only man who can do it for me.

“I don’t want patience. I want you inside me,” I admit, dying a small death inside.

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