Page 26 of Forced Innocent Bratva Bride

She'd intentionally gone against Alexandra's warning, defying a direct instruction from me. Yet, she still looked me right in the eyes, confident.

It was amusing how I was unable to react the way that I would usually. Her guts—her spunk—was rather impressive, and so was her defiance.

A soft scoff escaped my mouth as my gaze swept across her body.

“Look, I know we started out on the wrong foot and….” She paused, lowering her head and muttering stuff to herself. Her eyes returned to me, and she continued, “I've been doing some thinking, and uh…it doesn't matter what I do or say; I'mbound to you.” The slight pause came when she shrugged her shoulders, a casual resigned gesture.

I watched her in silence, wondering where she was going with this.

“I guess what I'm trying to say is that….” Her voice trailed off as she stepped forward, her movement graceful, sexy. “I've come to terms with my reality.” She halted in front of me, head jerking up to look into my eyes.

My brows shot up in surprise. I wasn't expecting that, not this soon, at least. “You've accepted your reality?” I repeated, my husky voice clearly skeptical.

“I have,” she whispered, her manicured fingers gently grazing over my white undershirt.

“What are you up to, Lorena?” I questioned, caution lacing my tone. My hand snapped out to grab her wrist.

Her gentle touch had ignited a fire within me, sending sparks of electricity surging through my blood. I wasn't sure what tricks she had up her sleeve, so letting my guard down wouldn't be a good idea.

“Nothing,” she said softly, not breaking eye contact. Her eyes locked onto mine, a sultry and inviting glint flickering in their depths. “We're…husband and wife now, aren't we?” She slipped her wrist out of my hold, her palms traversing my chest. “Maybe we should start acting like the couple that we are.”

Lorena's purrs and the way her enticing lips curled into a sly, provocative smile lit a flame of passion within me—making me want her. Her eyes sparkled with a flirtatious glint that accentuated the sultry look on her face.

She stared at me, her gaze turning languid, eyelids drooping slightly as she regarded me with a sleepy, sensual intensity.

I felt a flutter in my chest, my heart burning with desire. She'd fucking turned me on. But why? What game was she playing?

She took a step back, still holding my gaze as her fingers slowly unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her skin. That shit was hot, and I couldn't stop staring, my heart racing with anticipation. Fuck. I was almost losing control, and I didn't appreciate the fact that she had that much of an effect on me.

I could feel my cock swelling in my pants, growing harder by the second. The more skin she revealed, the harder my shaft grew—the more tempted I was to take her and fuck the hell out of that pussy. My blood was boiling with desire, and everything in me craved her.

She undid the last button, her red G-strings coming into view.

I swallowed, trying to look away, but her body seemed to be calling out to me. Slowly, she shed the shirt, and it glided down her body, settling beneath her, welling her feet.

Lorena stood in front of me, naked, presenting herself—her moderately-sized, perky breasts magnets for my eyes. She wouldn't stop staring at me, and it was clear that she wanted to get laid.

I'd never been more confused before. How did she move from hating me and loathing our union to wanting me bad enough to strip naked just to tempt me?

I released a soft sigh, masking my unease as I stepped forward, raising her chin. “You should get some rest, Lorena. You don't have to force this,” I suggested, my voice low and husky.

I wanted her so badly, but I didn’t want to have her if she didn't want it. It seemed to me like she might be pushing herself against her will, and that wasn't necessary.

“I'm not forcing anything,” she whispered, her eyes locking on mine as she took my hand and placed it on her breast.

A spark jolted across my body as my fingers dug into the gentle swell of her bosom, my thumb tracing the delicate edge of her nipple. She bit her lower lip, her body quivering at my touch.

She wanted this—she wantedme—and I could see the longing in her eyes. I could feel her heartbeat quickening beneath my hand.

“What's the point in waiting?” she asked, her voice trembling ever so slightly as I tuned that nipple, grazing my thumb and index finger against it. “Sooner or later, I'm gonna have to give it to you anyway. So, why not just take me now?”

I watched her chest rise and fall with anticipation, her eyes and lips inviting me.

“I know the rule, Alexei,” she added, drawing closer to close the gap between us. Her hands flew to my chest, fingers undoing my buttons without breaking eye contact. “As a married man, you're not allowed to find pleasure outside marriage. And contrary to what you might think…I will not starve my husband. I won't deprive you of sex, Alexei.”

My hand wrapped around her waist, and I pulled her to myself so she'd feel my erection brushing against her skin. “Is that the reason you're seducing me? Because you feel it's your duty to give yourself to me?” I asked, feeling the tender weight of her breast beneath my palm. “Because you don't want to starve me?”

By now, she'd undone all the buttons of my shirt, and I felt a chill sprint down my spine as her hands roamed over my body, tracing the contours of my torso. She kissed the nape of my neck, her lips pressed to my skin, her hand daring to go down between my legs.

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