Page 40 of Forced Innocent Bride By the Bratva

Fuck!

That wasn’t all. Later at night, I woke up to the feeling of his possessive hands on me, caressing and touching me in all the right places. When I was fully awake, laying on my back, he climbed on top of me, his lips sucking on my nipples, his hands fondling my breasts.

Daniel had been more gentle with me that night, taking me slowly, each touch stealing my breath. His kisses and caresses turned me on, luring me into yielding and surrendering. I couldn’t resist him even if I wanted to, and I didn’t want to. I wanted him to take me.

His hands had traversed my body, feeling my curves and contours, my soft skin beneath his palms. He gazed down on me like I was something to be worshipped, adored, and cherished.

And when he’d finally taken me, his thrust was gentle, his kisses slow and smooth. My fingers squeezed against the sheets, my back arching in response to his measured entry. My toes curled, legs apart, hanging in the air, as I wrapped my arms around him, his body against mine. Lost in pleasure, I raked my fingers into his back, soft purrs escaping my lips.

Meanwhile, in reality, I didn’t realize that I’d slipped my hand down between my legs until I heard the sound of my moans. Snapping out of my thoughts, my palm flew upward, covering my mouth as I steadied my breath.

I couldn’t understand what Daniel had done to me—how he’d managed to sneak his way into my head, my mind, and maybe even…my heart.

Why couldn’t I stop myself from thinking about him? Why was I drawn to him like a moth to a flame, knowing the kind of man he was? After everything Daniel had put me and my family through, I still let him touch me, feel me, and fill me up with himself. Why was that?

I rolled onto my side with a fluid motion, my gaze locking on Daniel’s serene face. He was still fast asleep, and I drank in the sight of his tranquil form, my eyes tracing the contours of his rigid body. My gaze caressed his face, taking in the sharp jawline, the gentle curve of his lips, and his closed eyelashes, a delicate fringe against his skin.

At first glance, the subtle rise and fall of his broad chest and the peaceful stillness of his eyes made him look so harmless, incapable of evil. For just a moment there, there was no trace of the cruel man he was when awake. Just peace and quiet.

I hated how fascinated I was with him, how I was so busy drooling over this man with a smile on my face. I stared at him with a mix of lust and something a lot lighter than that—adoration, maybe. I wasn’t sure what it was. But in that moment, the world around me melted away, leaving just the two of us, with me wondering what he was dreaming about.

He looked so cute and harmless that I was tempted to tuck back the stray strand of hair that framed his face. His upper body was bare, revealing his toned muscles and faint scars, while the sheets pooled around his waist, concealing his legs and groin from view.

With caution, I stretched out my hand, reaching for the stray strand, but mere inches from his face, I hesitated. My fingers hovered over his forehead, eyes dropping to confirm that he was still asleep. Daniel could be funny sometimes. For all I knew, he might just be awake, aware of my actions.

No, it’s too risky,I thought, withdrawing my hand.

That instant, a knock on the door startled me, and before I could make a move, it swung open, revealing Daniel’s right-hand man by the entrance.

In a heartbeat, my fingers deftly clenched around the hem of the sheets as I yanked them up to cover my bare chest. My breath hitched, my eyes widening in shock before narrowing with a sharp glint of aggression. “What the fuck, Ilya?!” I snapped, my voice edged with both outrage and disbelief.

I glared at him, a mix of embarrassment and fury simmering beneath the surface.

Ilya was quick to look away, eyes darting to the side. “Apologies, miss,” he muttered, clearing his throat as he held out a hanger with an elegant green gown draped over it. The dress was encased in a sheer plastic covering, crisp and untouched, the faint scent of new fabric still clinging to it. “I came to drop this off.”

“What is that?” I asked, slipping out of bed in one swift motion, gripping the sheets tightly as I rolled them around my body.

“It’s the dress you’re supposed to wear to the event,” he replied, still looking away.

My brows shot up in confusion and my eyes narrowed. “What?”

“Thank you, Ilya. I’ll take it from here,” Daniel chipped in, his voice smooth and easy, as if he hadn’t just been asleep just a second ago.

I shifted my gaze toward him as he lay on the bed, his back against the pillows and both hands tucked behind his head. A grin played on his lips as he stared at me, his eyes roaming over my body. He lay there, utterly unbothered, his black boxers ensuring his modesty.

Ilya draped the dress over the table by the entrance and walked out of the room without a word.

“What’s going on, Daniel?” I asked, clutching the sheets tightly to my chest. “What’s the dress for?”

His lips twisted into a mischievous smile, his gaze a mix of amusement and desire. “You can relax now,printsessa. He’s gone. There’s no need to be shy.”

“I’m serious,” I insisted, still in shock at how close I’d come to having Ilya see me naked.

“You’re coming with me today, and I want you dressed in that.” He pointed at the gown draped over the table.

I hesitated for a moment, wondering where he planned on taking me this time. Hopefully, not the prison again. I wouldn’t mind seeing my father a second time, but I’d rather not see him in chains.

“Wh…where are we going?” I stuttered, eyes squinting.

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