Page 35 of The Bratva's Prisoner Bride

My throat went raw in no time as I moaned louder and louder, dropping my face into the bedding while I took every brutal flick of his hips. Despite how intense it all was, hearing the almost frantic need in my cries, I needed it. I needed more.

I felt the slight falter of Ivan’s hips before he corrected himself, seemingly affected by my surrender and the way I shamelessly screamed for him.

“That’s it, wife…take it,” he growled, unrelenting in the way he possessed me so completely, making sure the imprint of him would remain inside me for the foreseeable future. “Take all of it, knowing you belong to me.”

Through the blinding intensity of his demanding movements, I couldn’t do anything but feel the rush of pleasure and the tightening of my lower stomach. Just as quickly asthe first time, he had me balancing on the precipice, rendered useless.

Ivan grunted and dropped a hand down, slipping it between my thighs as an act of rare mercy. His fingers blindly played with my clit, sending more sparks of relief through me.

“Don’t fight it…come for me.”

While I didn’t need his encouragement to do exactly that, it still spurred me on anyway as I clenched around him, crying out into the bedding while I inadvertently milked him for everything he was worth.

With the crack of my orgasm over me, my whole body tensing while I rode the waves of it, I barely registered as Ivan groaned and stilled his hips against me from behind after a final powerful thrust. His fingers tightened against my skin before he lowered himself closer to my body.

His warm breath fanned against the back of my neck, giving me a few shallow rolls of his hips to help me through the onslaught of sensations.

My head was such a mess while my heart raced frantically, and I slumped against the bed with him above me. I felt the gentle pull followed by the release of the restraints against my skin as the silk slipped away.

Even so, I stayed exactly like that, struggling to pull myself back together.

With our breaths punctuating the suddenly quiet room, the realization dawned on me at once.

I had the worst self-control…and so did he.

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Despite giving in to those desires Ivan seemed to bring out of me so easily, I couldn't help but wonder if I made the worst mistake, or if I was completely justified in letting go.

Either way, it wasn't a cure for everything.

Instead, I may have known what it was like to be taken so completely by him, but I was still restless. I still felt like an animal in a cage the following day while he went off and did his thing.

I didn't have anything to do other than wander around, read books, and talk to Veronica whenever I had the chance.

Which was exactly how I decided to pass my time at that moment.

Rather than face Ivan again and be forced to remember what I had done—what we had done—I maintained my honest attempt to avoid him as much as possible despite sleeping in the same bed.

Following Veronica around the house while she worked seemed easier than confronting my confused feelings.

Given how I was forced to push everything down and obey whatever my brother wanted me to do, I was never good at breaking my feelings down and understanding them as well as I could've been. Dealing with the absolute confliction of how Ivan made me feel was far too daunting of a task, and I preferred the idea of just ignoring it for the time being.

While Veronica deep-cleaned the kitchen, I sat on one of the stools and doodled aimlessly on her notepad meant for keeping track of tasks and whatever supplies she needed next. With my chin propped on my palm, I glanced over at her.

"You're sure I can't help you with anything?"

"God no," she uttered, pausing her scrubbing of the countertop when she realized how it came out. She gave mea sheepish look. "I mean, Ivan would wring us both out if he caught you doing my job...and me allowing you to in the first place."

While I didn't want her to be right, I knew she was. I sighed and continued scribbling. "I won't try to deny that one..."

"You're bored, aren't you?"

"Mhm...deathly bored. I can't do anything around here without him throwing a fit," I muttered, absently bouncing my leg.

"I can't say I'm not entirely jealous, but I can see why you are," Veronica admitted with the faintest hint of a smile, suggesting she would at least consider switching places if she could.

I scoffed at that, but I ended up mirroring her slight amusement. "And I won't say that I'm at all jealous of how hard you work...but I do wish I had more of a choice."

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