Page 36 of Plus-Size Bride Forced By the Bratva
By the end of our little time out, I was even more confused about the whole thing than I cared to admit. I hated myself for harboring this strange feeling—like something had been turned on inside me, and it refused to turn off.
I told them that I would handle it, but I hadn’t the foggiest idea how. Ravyn had already sunk her claws into me and left a lasting mark on my stone-cold heart. She was in my head all day, all night—she was in my bed, in my world, and even in my blood.
She occupied my thoughts like she owned them, like she was there to stay.
Alexei was right when he insinuated that I was lusting after her—that I wanted to taste her. He was fuckin’ right!
Not claiming her body for now was truly part of my plan. But I hadn’t expected her to be able to turn me on so often without even trying. She was messing with my head in ways I never imagined.
I was always two steps ahead in every situation, and nothing ever caught me off guard. I’d trained my mind to anticipate every possible outcome whenever faced with a problem. That way, I’d be ready for whatever happened.
The issue with this Ravyn situation was that I’d underestimated her. I hadn’t treated her like a problem, and now I was tangled in a web of confusion.
It was normal to be attracted to her incredibly sexy body. Whatwasn’tnormal for me was seeking something beyond physical attraction. I wanted to know her more, to study her like a book and understand her thought patterns.
Not for the purpose of manipulation. No. It was just sheer curiosity.
I’d lusted after women before—like Vivian—but it wasn’t the same this time. Something was different because what I felt was deeper than just lust. And that was really disturbing.
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When I returned home later that night, she was already asleep in our bed. Even in sleep, she was gorgeous—a quiet beauty that held me captive at first glance. I towered over her, watching the gentle rise and fall of her chest beneath the silk nightgown.
The fabric hugged her in all the right places, accentuating her curves and contours. She was lying on her side, with the spaghetti strap of her nightie slipping off her shoulder. Her cleavage was exposed, revealing the alluring skin above her breasts.
It was crazy how even the tiniest things about her turned me on so easily. I felt my cock swelling in my pants, my heart pounding like a drum.
This was wrong—towering over her and drinking in the details of her body like a pervert. It didn’t matter how drunk I was, or how horny I was, I would never take her against her will—never force myself on her.
I rubbed my eyes and turned around, striding toward the bathroom as I took my shirt off. Quietly, I entered the shower without hesitation, turned the handle, and the water poured over me in a steady stream.
My fingers combed through my hair as I struggled with the illicit thoughts creeping into my mind. In my head, I imagined Ravyn being in here with me. It was so real that I could almost feel her hands on my back.
I felt my cock growing harder by the second, and before I could refrain myself, I was already stroking my length. I let myself drown in the crazy thoughts playing in my head.
She had her arms around my neck, her breasts pressing against my chest. The kiss was slow and reverent, her tongue sliding into my mouth and vice versa. I pinned her against the bathroom wall, my fingers caressing her thighs as she arched her back in response.
I fingered her pussy, reveling in the warmth of her cunt. Ravyn broke our kiss, her blue eyes casting a seductive look that drove me off the edge. She stroked my cock without breaking eye contact, her legs parting slowly as my fingers worked their magic on her pussy.
“Take me,” she whispered, her breath warm against my skin. “I’m yours, Lev. Take me, please.”
I pulled her to myself and massaged her butt cheeks. I reclaimed her lips, fondled her breasts, and then raised her leg. She grabbed my cock, positioned it outside her entrance, and looked right into my eyes.
“Fuck me, Lev. I want you to fuck me like you own me,” she said, her tone sweet and seductive.
With one of her legs in the air, I penetrated her pussy, her eyes widening as I traveled deeper inside her. She wrapped her arms around me, her nails raking my back while I ground my waist against hers.
“Harder, Lev. Harder!” she moaned, her breasts bouncing up and down.
I quickened my pace, ramming her with relentless strokes.
“Yes, that’s it—just like that!”
It wasn’t until I let out a guttural groan that I snapped back to reality. My legs trembled as I jerked off—rapidly stroking my dick. A jolt of electricity surged through me, and my groan deepened. I exploded in a flash, my load spraying over the wall as my face contorted in pleasure.
A moment later, an exasperated sigh fell off my lips. “Fuck.” I mumbled, rubbing my eyes, wondering what Ravyn had done to me.
I thought that I might feel better after jerking off to the scene I cooked up in my head. But I was wrong. I wasn’t relievedat all; rather, I wanted her even more, and it was driving me crazy.
