Page 38 of Forced Innocent Bride By the Bratva

The way she was so comfortable around me stirred something up within me. It was a weird and unfamiliar feeling, but I liked it.

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Later that night, one of the maids delivered a mysterious package to Scarlett in her room.

I was standing by the balcony, gazing out at the starry night, when a knock on the door caught my attention. Scarlett, who was lying on the couch, reading a book, asked the newcomer to come inside.

It was the maid, Sofiya. “Good evening, miss,” she greeted, her voice soft and polite. “I found this in the mailbox outside. It has your name on it.”

Curious to know what that was all about, I looked out behind me, gazing into the room where Sofiya stood with a package in her hand. My eyes squinted, wondering what that was or how it got in here to begin with.

Scarlett tossed her book aside and sprang to her feet, rushing over to Sofiya. “Who’s it from?” she asked, her voice tinged with a hint of desperation.

“It doesn’t say,” Sofiya replied, handing Scarlett the box.

“Thank you, Sofiya,” she said, receiving the box.

The maid turned around to leave, and the moment she shut the door behind her, Scarlett set the box on the table, her fingers deftly unwrapping it. I walked back into the room, my brows knitting together to accentuate the displeasure on my face.

She opened the box and withdrew a letter, her eyes scanning the handwritten message with a palm over her mouth. Scarlett was so engrossed in it that she didn’t hear me approaching her until I yanked the damn piece of paper out of her hand.

“Hey!” She sprang to her feet, her glare at me. “Give it back,” she demanded, stretching out her hand in an attempt to reclaim it.

“What’s this?” I questioned, my blood boiling as I raised it above her reach.

“It’s none of your business. Give it back,” came her rude response as she stood on her toes, still struggling to reach the paper.

I skimmed through the contents, and my expression darkened, my brows furrowing. “I still love you. I promise I’ll get you out of there,” the message read.

It was sent by none other than Liam, and that only fueled my rage. I scrunched the paper in my fist and tossed it aside, hastily cornering her by the wall until her back was against it. She held my intense glare, unafraid and unintimidated.

“Why’s he sending you letters?” I demanded, my voice deep and husky, my face mirroring hers.

“Because he wants to set me free,” she replied, defiance sparkling in her eyes.

My features contorted into a frown as I leaned forward, my breath against her skin. “You still choose that bastard after everything?” I snarled, my eyes pinned on her like a hook to a fish.

She looked right at me and asked, unapologetically, “What if I do? What if I want him to come rescue me from you?” Her tone was tinged with a hint of challenge, as if daring me to do my worst.

My hand snapped out to grasp her neck as I leaned in, my face mere inches from hers. “Perhaps you need to be reminded of why you don’t wanna leave,” I said, my voice a low, menacing whisper.

My grip tightened around her neck, fingers digging into her flesh. A soft, enticing moan escaped her lips, and her eyes burned with desire. I watched her chest heave slowly, her anxiety building by the second. We glared at each other, the tension growing with each passing minute.

A loud gasp escaped her mouth, and her eyes widened in shock as I ripped the fabric of her nightgown apart. The sound was a slap, making her pause for a moment, the soft, rounded curves of her breasts exposed.

“You son of a—” Her words were cut short.

She was still talking when I sealed her lips with a kiss so fervent that she couldn’t resist. I fondled her breasts, squeezing a little harder than usual, fueled by the rage surging through my blood. Scarlett broke the kiss and shoved me away, her chest heaving rapid breaths. She glared at me, her eyes burning with desire, and that desire moved her to pull me back to herself, reclaiming my lips.

Our kiss intensified, tongues sliding into our mouths. Heads tilted to the rhythm of the passion coursing through us, igniting a flame so fierce that it left us breathless.

I pulled away, turning her around with her front against the wall. She shot her ass out and winced softly when I smacked her butt. My hand slid underneath the hem of her torn dress and yanked her panties halfway through to her knees. I withdrew my cock and pushed inside her pussy from behind.

A sharp gasp broke free from her lips, her soft purrs music to my ears. My fingers reached out and grabbed a handful of her hair. Scarlett’s breath hitched as a sound of pleasure escaped her while I pulled her hair backward. I drove into her cunt with relentless strokes, my palm spanking her ass.

“You think you can just leave, huh?” I groaned, ramming her as hard as I could, rage and pleasure rushing through my blood. “Answer me!” I demanded, driving my cock deeper inside her.

She cried out, her breath shuddering in ecstasy as my groin loudly slapped against her ass.

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