Page 51 of Forced By the Bratva

“I’m close,” he ground out.

“Yes,” I said, looking into his eyes. “Come for me. Come for me, Daddy.” My voice was needy.

“Where do you want it?”

“Inside,” I gasped. “Come inside me, please. Do it. Do it now.”

I watched his expression darken with pleasure as he drilled my pussy with unforgiving strokes.

This time, neither of us looked away.

He thrust once more, hard and deep, and buried himself to the hilt as he came. The hot pulse of him filling me triggered my own release. Again.

I clung to him, shaking, while pleasure crashed through me in waves that left me breathless.

My pussy accepted him completely, to the last drop, until he collapsed on my chest. The room fell silent except for our ragged breathing.

We stayed locked together afterward, chests heaving, skin damp, his softening cock still buried in me.

I lay there, feeling like a woman—satisfied yet confused as fuck.

Chapter 18 – Ilya

If I had my way, she wouldn’t be sleeping in the guest room anymore. She’d sleep with me on the king-sized bed in my bedroom, which was now hers as well. At least I’d be able to keep my eyes on her and make sure she was always under my protection.

After our wedding night and the incredible sex that followed, my obsession with her seemed to have spiraled out of control. I was always watching her on the CCTV cameras, making sure she wasn’t overly friendly with any of the guards.

I’d already issued a stern warning that none of my men were allowed to be more than three feet close to her. I knew it was extreme, but it was necessary.

Iris was my wife now in every sense of the word, meaning she was way above them. And because of her new identity, all of the staff and the guards knew better than to cross their boundaries with her.

They accorded her the same reverence and fear they showed me. What was even more interesting was that they didn’t do it simply because they were afraid of me. They respected her because she earned it.

A few days had passed, and she still hadn’t moved in with me. I could compel her to do so, but I would rather not. Iris was still finding it difficult to accept this life.

She already harbored some resentment toward me, and the last thing I wanted was to give her more reasons to retreat into her shell. If I was going to win her trust, I mustn’t force things.

She’d move to our bedroom when she was ready. In the meantime, I’d keep watching her life through my screens like I was watching a movie. That was a creepy thing to do, and I knew that.

However, I couldn’t help keeping tabs on her all the time. What started as normal recon had become a full-blown obsessive habit.

Even during important Bratva meetings, I found myself constantly checking the live feed on my phone’s screen. Although nobody said a word about me zoning out every now and then, it was clear they noticed.

My wife was all I could think of these days, and it wasn’t just about the sex. No. What I was starting to feel—what I’d always felt—was beyond physical attraction.

After our wedding night, I felt more connected to her in more ways than one. I enjoyed her company, and she always jumped at the opportunity to pick a fight with me.

The other day during breakfast, I snapped at one of the maids for spilling coffee on the paperwork I’d placed beside my dish.

Iris was offended. She said I overreacted and that it was an accident that didn’t require me to be mean. She even went a step further by shifting the blame to me.

“Those documents are supposed to be in your study, not on the dining table,” she had said.

Iris hadn’t reacted immediately; she waited until the maid had dematerialized before attacking me. She also didn’t raise her voice, so no one outside the dining area heard her scold me.

Refusing to challenge my authority in front of the maid seemed like a wise decision. She could’ve easily disrespected me and painted herself as the saint, but she didn’t.

In fact, her expression didn’t even shift until after the maid had left. My respect for her peaked after she handled the situation like the mature woman she was.