Page 17 of Brutal Bratva King

My cock is already growing hard again.

She is squirming beneath me, but at the same time, I see heated desire in her eyes.

She stops fighting, glaring at me with force. I wrap my hand around her jaw and pull her face close to mine. My lips are inches from hers. She doesn’t move.

I press my lips against hers and she gasps loudly.

I rock my hips forward against her. I could just rip her pants off and fuck her. It would be so easy. And every cell in my body is screaming for me to do that.

But, instead, I sit up. She looks confused.

I move off her and shake my head, angry and full of pent up lust.

She moves away from me, scuttling across the bed to the edge.

I let out a heavy sigh of annoyance.

“Go and sleep in the other room if that is what you really want, princess.”

‘What?” she says in horror. “You told me there was no other room.”

“I lied. I am sure you can manage to find it on your own seeing as you are so independent and all.”

She throws the blankets off herself and practically falls out of the bed, trying to move away from me.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” she yells at me.

“What’s wrong with me is that my wife doesn’t know how to be a wife,” I snarl back at her.

She spins on her heels and marches towards the door.

“Anya,” I call her name and she pauses in the doorway, not turning to look at me. “I promise you one thing.”

“What could that possibly be, Rodion?” she says, sarcasm dripping from every word.

“I promise you that in no time at all, you will be crawling back into my bed—begging me to take you.”

Her shoulders tense up. She freezes for a moment and I wait for her to argue or say something back to me—but she doesn’t. She just walks away, disappearing from my sight.

I grab the blankets and yank them over myself as I roll onto my side, away from where she should have been lying tonight.

My body is far too agitated to fall asleep. I can’t focus on anything else but the sight of her in those transparent lace white panties. The worst part is that I know she would have given in if I had pushed just a little more. And I know she would have loved every fucking moment of me being inside her.

Why the hell is she so stubborn?

I won’t take her against her will, though. She has to ask me now. In fact—she has to beg me if she wants anything from me.

If she wants to play power games, then I can play them too. No one says no to me. In business, I get what I want. In my family, they all respect my decisions.

And especially not in my own home. She has no right to say no to me.

But she will have to learn the hard way now.

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I toss and turn for two hours, desperate to fall asleep but far from being able to.

When I do eventually drift off, it's restless and horrible. I keep waking up with a fright, my body tense and agitated.

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