Page 67 of Obsessed Bratva King

Ivan smirks, his hand moving lower. “Good answer,” he says, his fingers brushing against my pussy. I gasp, my body arching into his touch.

He’s merciless, his fingers teasing me. My breath comes in short, shallow gasps, and I can feel the pressure building inside me. But just when I’m on the edge, he pulls away, leaving me desperate and aching.

“Ivan, please,” I beg, my voice trembling.

“Please what?” he asks, his eyes dark with desire.

“Please don’t stop,” I whisper, my cheeks burning with humiliation.

“You’ll have to beg better than that.

“Please,” I cry out. “Please, Ivan. I need you.”

“That’s more like it,” he says, his smirk widening. He leans down, his lips brushing against my ear. “But you’re going to have to work for it.”

I nod, my heart pounding in my chest. “I’ll do anything,” I whisper, my voice trembling.

“Good,” he says, his hands gripping my hips. “Because I’m not going to go easy on you.”

He pulls me onto my knees, positioning me on all fours. I feel exposed, vulnerable, but I don’t dare move. His hands grip my hips tightly, and I can feel the heat of his body pressing against me.

He thrusts into me, filling me completely. I cry out, my body arching into his. He’s merciless, his thrusts hard and demanding, and I can’t help but moan with each one. My hands grip the sheets tightly, my body trembling with pleasure.

“You’re mine,” he growls, his hands gripping my hips tightly. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” I cry out, my voice trembling.

“Again,” he demands, his thrusts growing harder.

“I’m yours!” I scream, my body trembling with pleasure.

“Good girl,” he growls, his hands moving to grip my shoulders. He pulls me up, my back pressed against his chest, and continues to thrust into me.

He reaches around, his hand brushing against my clit, and I cry out, the pressure inside me building to a breaking point. His thrusts grow harder, faster, and I can feel myself on the edge of orgasm.

“Come for me,” he growls, his voice low and demanding.

I can’t hold back. My body shudders, pleasure washing over me in waves as I climax. He follows shortly after, his body tensing as he finds his release. He holds me tightly, his breath hot against my skin as we both come down from the high.

We collapse onto the bed, our bodies tangled together. His arm wraps around me, pulling me close. His lips brush against my ear, his voice low and possessive.

“You’re mine, Cora,” he whispers. “So do what you’re told.”

18

IVAN

Along, polished table stretches down the center of the room, surrounded by men who have killed for me.

Maxim sits at my right, a cigar dangling from his fingers as he scrolls through intercepted communications. Across from him, Dmitri leans back in his chair, watching everything with an unreadable stare.

I place the decrypted flash drive on the table. Inside it is the key to ending this war.

The door opens.

Cora walks in.

The men barely react. They know better than to disrespect my wife. But that doesn’t mean I don’t see the flickers of curiosity, of surprise, in some of their expressions. Me, the coldhearted monster, shacked up with a woman?

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