Page 63 of Brutal Bratva King

I know that my emotions are becoming entangled in this marriage, too.

It’s not something I expected or planned for, but it’s there.

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“Can we have everyone’s attention?” Oleg calls out, standing in the garden near the giant silver balloon. Next to him, Raisa is practically giddy with excitement.

Anya slips her arm around my waist and leans into me. “I can’t wait,” she grins.

My heart softens as I stare down at my wife. Realizing that I am falling for her is an intense thing to process. I watch her smile as she looks around the party, taking in everyone else’s joy.

She moves in slow motion in my eyes, and when she lifts her gaze towards me, a broad smile spreads across my lips. I reach out and wrap my hand over her jaw, tilting her face towards mine and kiss her tenderly.

It seems to take her by surprise. But she melts closer into me.

I lift my eyes back towards Oleg and Raisa, but my thoughts are still on Anya.

“One—Two—“

Raisa stabs the balloon as Oleg releases a confetti stick at the same time and blue streamers and glitter flakes explode into the air around them, raining down on the entire garden like a bright storm.

“A boy!” I hear people around me shout. Raisa is screaming. She is so happy. She jumps up into Oleg’s arms and he spins her around, kissing her cheeks and her neck and her lips.

I chuckle. It’s great to see her so happy. I was wrong about Oleg when I first met him. I thought he was a terrible match for my sister. But they are actually perfect together and at the end of the day, I would never want anything else for her.

Anya squeals in delight next to me. She jumps up and down and spills some of her champagne over her white top.

“Oops,” she sighs, dabbing at it with a serviette.

The dark blue lace of her bra is shining through the wet white fabric.

My cock stirs and I clench my jaw tightly, turning her to face me so that no one else can see.

She notices how I’m trying to keep her hidden and laughs. “It’s just a bit of champagne. I doubt anyone cares.”

I brush my hand over her breast. “I care. These are for my eyes only,” I growled darkly.

I lift her in my arms, and she laughs, telling me I’m being dramatic.

I carry her into the bathroom, sitting her down on the basin countertop.

“Take it off,” I command.

“Why?”

“Because I will rinse it for you. Then I’ll go and see if Raisa has something else you can wear.”

“Oh,” she says, sounding surprised. “That’s really sweet of you, thank you.”

She pulls her top over her head and hands it to me. I grin, my eyes on her beautiful breasts.

“I see why you wanted to help. You weren’t being sweet at all, were you?” She laughs.

I lean down and nuzzle my face between her breasts, then push her legs apart and step close to her, pulling her mouth against mine.

I kiss her as though she belongs to me. Because each day that passes it feels more and more like she does. Like she is giving herself to me. Not just her body—but her heart and soul as well.

The more she gives me, the more I want of her.

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