Page 24 of Brutal Bratva King

“Do you want this?” I ask, no longer sure she does. She’s turned clinical, as though this is an obligation. Is she just trying to get this over and done with so that I stop asking her for an heir? That is exactly what it feels like. One minute she was all over me and the next she was just cold and wanting no part of it.

Is this nothing but a duty to her?

I clench my jaw so tight my teeth ache. My cock is right up against her pussy, but I can’t bring myself to thrust into her.

Her pussy is soaked, completely ready for me. Physically, I think she is begging for this, but mentally, I think she is horrified that she wants me that badly and she just wants to get this over with.

I am not interested in being with someone in this way.

With a heavy, difficult breath—I step away from her.

She looks confused.

“What—where are you going?” She asks in horror as I pull my pants closed, zipping them up.

“To bed,” I snap, fucking annoyed andstillfucking turned on despite my anger.

“But I—“ she stammers, pushing her dress down between her legs self-consciously.

“You what, Anya? What is it that you want from me?”

Her eyes shoot wide with fright at my harsh tone. But I’m furious with her.

I genuinely thought we were getting on this evening. I actually,stupidly,thought that she was warming up to me.

Clearly, it was fake.

She wanted to get this over and done with, but that is not how I play the game.

No.

“Rodion, I just—“ she says, her voice soft and her cheeks flushed. She is still on the counter. I’m blocking her from getting off.

I step further away, giving her space to climb down.

She does so hurriedly.

“Goodnight, Anya,” I say, glaring down at her with rage in my eyes. I can feel the heat of my stare as it pierces into her. I want her to know she’s pissed me off. I will not be taunted like this.

I turn my back on her and walk out, going straight to my bedroom and slamming the door behind myself. I hear it echo through the mansion, down the hall.

For fuck's sake. How did that go from really well, to fucking terrible in a matter of seconds?

And now my body is still begging to be with her.

I walk into the bathroom and flick the shower on. I’ll have a cold shower, wash away these thoughts, and force my body to think about something else.

The ice-cold water makes my cock calm down. It’s no longer a raging, throbbing hard-on. But I can’t push away my desire.

I can’t seem to get rid of the thoughts.

I stand under the shower until I’m shivering. My muscles are spasming from the cold when I eventually switch the water off and climb out.

“Dammit,” I mutter, wrapping the towel around my waist and standing in front of the mirror.

I stare at my reflection.

My eyes still look full of anger. I stillfeelangry, so it’s no surprise.

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