Page 121 of Bratva Bride

My breath whooshed out of me and I growled, pummelling his chest. “You fucking bastard,” I hissed, my anger rising.

He gripped my wrists and pinned them above my head, grinding his body into me to keep me immobile. I thrashed and tried to get free, but we both knew it was a wasted effort. I wasn’t going anywhere until he let me.

I stopped moving and glared at him towering over me.

“You done?” he asked, his voice deep and rough.

“What the fuck is she doing here, Arturo?” I snarled, baring my teeth.

“If you calm down, I’ll tell you.”

“Calm down? Calm down?! How would you feel if you walked into my home and my ex answered the fucking door?”

“I’d kill him.” He said it so casually, so blatantly, like it was the only logical course of action to take in that situation. “But this is different. For one, she’s not my ex-”

“You fucked her and she was offered to you to be your wife.”

“-and second, her mother died at your wedding and her father burned to death in her family home from an attack by Franco. She has no one now, no one to protect her until she can be married off.”

“She can’t protect herself?”

He gave me the side eye. “Our women don’t fight. You know that.”

“Maybe they should start. They’re only weak if they choose to be.”

“True, but it’s not our way.”

“Why does she have to stay here? Surely there’s somewhere else you can dump her until you find someone to marry her.”

He lowered his head into the crook of my neck and ran his tongue over my skin. “As Don, it’s my job to offer protection until someone else can. If I’m not seen protecting my people when they need it, it can come back to bite me in the long run.”

I shivered and wrapped my legs around his waist. “How long has she been here?”

“A few days,” he murmured, finally releasing my wrists to cup my breasts.

A few days?!

I flipped him onto his back with a quick gymnastics move, pulled out a knife and held it under his chin. “And I’m only just finding out about this now?”

Leaning into the knife, he gave me his signature smirk, the blade cutting into his skin. “Don’t tease me,kotenok, you know I like to play rough.”

Oh, I knew.

I leaned down and ran my tongue over his lips. “I like to play rougher.”

He rolled so he was now on top, my knife still at his throat and thrust hard, grounding his rock-hard cock in between my legs. He groaned. “Fuck, I want you.”

He swivelled his hips and pleasure shot through me.

Fuck, I wanted him too. So badly. But I was still so angry and I wasn’t ready to let him off the hook yet. I was going to make him work for it.

I headbutted him, smashing my skull against his, making sure to avoid his nose so I didn’t break it and shoved him off me with my legs, kicking his chest.

“Ow, fuck!” he yelled, landing on his back.

I scrambled to my feet and went to run but he was already there. He pounced on me, shoving me down so my cheek pressed against the ground. With a hand to the back of my neck, he held me down as he pressed his body against mine.

I could feel his cock against my ass and I shivered.

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