Page 25 of Forced Innocent Bride By the Bratva

“Jesus Christ!” she yelped, almost jumping out of her skin. Her hand flew to her chest, eyes widening in fear. “Don’t you know how to knock?” she snapped, a faint glare flickering in her gaze.

My lips curled in a self-satisfied grin. “You really should stop being so afraid.” I drew closer to her.

“And you should really stop scaring the shit outta me,” she replied, her eyes never leaving mine.

I halted in front of her, retaining my smirk. “What’re you reading?” I asked, my voice smooth and easy.

“None of your business—hey!” she exclaimed, rising to her feet when I snatched the book from her grasp. “Give it back.” She stretched her hand, trying to reach it, but I was taller.

I held the book slightly above my head, enjoying her struggles to retrieve it. “You’ve been avoiding me,” I said, gazing down at her face. “Why?”

She stopped, her arms crossed over her chest. “It’s hard to avoid the man who has me trapped in his house, don’t you agree?”

My lips twitched in amusement, my eyes never leaving her face as I leaned forward, caging her against the couch. “You make it sound so cruel,” I whispered.

“That’s because it is,” she replied, her arms dropping sideways. Her chest heaved with slower breaths.

“Is it, though?” I questioned, my eyes boring into hers and my tone deep and husky.

She swallowed, her jaw tightening as she held my gaze without breaking eye contact.

I reached for her face, my finger brushing along her smooth skin. “Wanna know what I think?” My gaze dropped to her bosom, drinking in the sight of her gentle swells nestled behind the fabric of her dress. I looked into her eyes again. “I think we both know that you don’t hate this as much as you pretend to.”

Her scowl deepened but was quickly replaced by something more vulnerable, and I caught a slight hitch in her breath. She withdrew from me, her face a mask of fear and ecstasy.

After dropping the book, I grabbed her wrist and pulled her to myself, one hand around her waist while staring into those green eyes of hers. Scarlett’s pulse quickened, and I could almost hear the rapid pounding of her heart. Her gaze held a glint of a silent plea, and her body trembled as I ran my thumb along her lower lip.

She stood there, frozen in shock, shaking like a leaf, too weak, too numb to react. I could see the vulnerability in her dilating pupils. Scarlett was horny, and I could swear that she was already wet between her legs.

“You want this. I know you do,” I whispered against her skin, my finger gliding down her neck.

Scarlett’s breath hitched as I approached her cleavage, her chest heaving rapidly. She broke eye contact, but I grasped her chin and directed her face back to mine. Scarlett pleaded with her eyes, but her lips produced no sound.

“Go on,” I whispered, challenging her to pull away. “Tell me to stop.” My finger dared to caress her hard nipple over the fabric of her dress.

A sweet, soft moan escaped her mouth, and her body shuddered at my touch, betraying her arousal.

“Tell me you don’t want this, and I’ll leave you be,” I added, reveling in her impending defeat, my fingers deliciously pinching her nipple.

She bit her lower lip, and her face contorted in pleasure. Desire flashed in her eyes, and I knew there and then that I’d gotten her.

She was mine for the taking.

Chapter 16 – Scarlett

My heart was pounding rapidly in my heaving chest, my breath lodged in my throat as I stared into Daniel’s sexy brown eyes. I was trembling, my lips quivering at his touch. His fingers grazing my hard nipples sent tremors down my core, my thighs brushing against each other.

The tingling sensation between my legs accentuated my desire, and my whole body wouldn’t stop shivering. A perfect blend of heat and cold spread through my system like poison, breaking all of my defenses. I was vulnerable, afraid of giving in to this insane temptation.

His body—his rigid, masculine frame—was pressed against mine, the rich scent of his cologne invading my senses. His grip around my waist was firm yet tender at the same time. The feeling of his hand cupping my left breast, caressing and tuning my nipple, left me wanting more.

But how could I do that? I wasn’t in love with this man. He was evil and was the reason for my pain and suffering. Giving in to this temptation felt wrong; it was all shades of wrong. I tried to think of Liam in that moment of weakness, trying to remind myself that this was just as good as cheating on my fiancé. But none of my tactics seemed to be working.

Despite my reservations, my body craved Daniel. I wanted him, and I wanted him so badly. His touch had ignited something within me, a flame of passion that I couldn’t quench. The truth was, I didn’t want to. Deep down, underneath my struggles, I loved the feeling of being vulnerable around him. I loved the way his possessive hand wrapped around my waist.

He’d challenged me to pull away, to tell him to stop. But did I really want that? Did I want him to stop? No.

My voice of reason whispered in my head that I would most likely regret it if I let this happen. I knew that I would feel so guilty after this, but right now, that wasn’t my problem. All I wanted was to have him deep inside me.

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