Page 15 of Brutal Bratva King

I step behind her, gently running my hand down her back, across her soft, warm skin.

My cock stirs.

I slip my fingers through the lace tie and begin pulling it loose. One by one I take my time until each hook is undone. But she is getting impatient and keeps glancing over her shoulder. “How long is this going to take?” she snaps.

“Do you want to do it yourself, Anya?” I say calmly.

My hand traces over her skin again and I see goosebumps form across her flesh.

She sighs softly.

I step closer, pressing my cock against her ass. It’s rock-hard.

She jumps forward.

“What the fuck?” she shouts angrily.

“As my wife you are going to give me an heir, Anya.” I tell her, because apparently, she doesn’t seem to understand this, “It is part of the agreement. It’s non-negotiable.

“I will never sleep with you!” she shouts at me, gripping the wedding dress against her chest because it's loose and threatening to slip off her body.

“Anya.”I shake my head, walking towards her, I grab her waist and spin her around so that her back is facing me. “The sooner you accept your role as my wife, the easier this will be.” I pull loose the last few ties and the wedding dress falls open at theback. My eyes trace down, over the curve of her back above her ass. The way it arches perfectly from her spine over her full hips.

I wrap my hand around her waist, slipping my fingers beneath the open dress and onto her warm skin. For a second—one a second—she leans into me. Then gasps and hurries away from my touch. I grab her and yank her back against my chest.

She freezes, terrified, staying dead still as her chest heaves with heavy breaths. I could take her, right now. I could force her to be with me and I would be within my rights. She is my wife. She owes me an heir.

I spin her around to face me and she glares up at me, her lips parted and her breath hot against my mouth. My face is inches from her. I knot my fingers in her hair and yank her head back. “You are my wife, Anya. Clearly, you don’t know what you agreed to when you accepted that position.”

“Let me go,” she demands, barely a whisper.

“Why?” I growl against her mouth.

My cock is throbbing with need. Rock hard and ready to take her.

She is still clutching the wedding dress against her body, as though it is a shield protecting her from me.

I grab it and yank it off her and she screams.

The dress falls to the floor.

She is wearing nothing but white lace panties.

I let my eyes roam over her, taking in every inch of her beauty.

When I look at her face, I see tears spilling from her eyes.

Fuck. This is not how tonight was meant to go. How the fuck can she not have known she would have to sleep with me to give me an heir?

I shake my head. Releasing her and stepping away.

She turns and runs into the bathroom. Slamming the door behind herself.

Going to her closet, I pull out sweatpants and a t-shirt for her.

I want her, but I want her to be a willing participant.

The desire raging inside me is making me angry. I have no way to release it because the person who is supposed to take care of those needs for me is reluctant.

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