Page 69 of Owned Bratva Bride
I left.
Then, hours later, when he was locked away in his office, I went back to the piano room. I gave in to the temptation of pressing the keys.
Memories of playing the grand piano back at my parents’ house came alive as I played nothing in particular. I could feel the flow of music move through me, but my rustiness was audible in the sounds the piano made.
I opened Eduard’s notes and thought of trying some of what he had arranged, but I stopped myself.
I sat there for a moment, just staring at the instrument, before leaving the room.
***
It had been days since Eduard and I saw eye to eye. He left before I woke up and mostly came back when I was asleep. I might have believed that I was overthinking it and he was just very busy at work if he hadn’t locked himself in his home office whenever he arrived early.
It was upsetting that he made me feel like I was at his mercy. I wasn’t. The urge to show him that he didn’t really haveso much control was strong inside me. I didn’t like the way he was the only one affecting me.
I’d broken his composure before; I could do it again.
I made sure not to go into the bedroom until he had arrived. Then I went in and found him in the walk-in closet, hanging his suit.
I sashayed toward him, and he watched, his expression unreadable. My fingers unhooked the tiny straps of my slip dress, letting it fall to the floor.
I looked up at him, saw his eyes move over my body, which was covered in a matching maroon bra and panties with that tight restraint. His jaw twitched once, but he didn’t move. But he wasn’t unaffected either. I casually picked up the dress and went into the bathroom.
***
Two nights after my seduction attempt, I decided to do it again. The controlled but visible look of annoyance on his face was what I counted on. It would make me feel better to see him struggle again. It was the least I could do.
So I skipped the bra as I wore one of my snug crop tops. I ditched my joggers for a pair of cotton shorts that could almost pass for booty shorts.
I didn’t have to wait for too long before he got back.
As he approached, I stood and walked oh-so-casually toward him, my eyes on the door like I was just stepping out.
But, instead of letting me walk past, his hands grabbed my waist. He shoved me against the wall, his eyes burning with lust.
My taunting remark died on my tongue as his lips collided against mine. The kiss was rough, our lips, tongues, and teeth communicating in a foreign language. His chest pressed against my nipples, and I moaned into the kiss.
“You asked for this,” he bit out when we pulled apart.
His hands sent the fancy buttons on the crop top flying as his lips moved to the swell of my breasts. My fingers laced themselves in his soft hair as he squeezed my breasts through the fabric of my bra. Another moan left my lips when his fingers circled my nipples as his mouth nibbled on the skin of my neck.
His hand roamed downward, and my feet practically left the floor when he rubbed the wet lace of my panties. I tugged harshly at the hair on the back of his neck as his finger shifted my panties to the side and circled my clit once.
Every part of me throbbed as he repeated it.
With his lips on mine again, he slipped a finger into me. I let out a weak cry as he started moving inside me, his thumb flicking my clit. I tugged his hair harder, and another finger joined. He continued to fingerfuck me as I moaned into the wet kiss.
My breath quickened as my insides began to tighten. The insanely pleasurable feeling swelled in me like a balloon, and then, I shattered. My legs shook beneath me as I got to the peak.
Eduard broke the kiss, but his fingers didn’t stop fucking me.
Not when wetness spread across my inner thighs. Not when his movements began to make a squishy sound that our rugged breaths couldn’t cover.
He didn’t stop fucking me with his fingers until I felt myself chasing another high. My chest heaved as the sweet feeling exploded in me again. I came with a loud moan, my legs limp. He held me against him as my breathing returned to normal.
The pure lust that danced in his eyes as he looked at me made my head swim.
Then it was gone. The curtain was dropped.
