Page 64 of Plus-Size Bride Forced By the Bratva
He unleashed a primal growl, his thrust stretching me out so good. With one last push, Lev exploded inside me, my pussy accepting all of his load.
I lay in bed that morning, reminiscing on the mind-blowing sex we’d had last night. A smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I let the images replay over and over in my head.
Alone in bed, I inhaled the scent of Lev’s cologne lingering on the sheets that draped over my naked body. I couldn’t bring myself to stop recalling the incident from last night. It was a marathon, and we both outdid ourselves in more ways than one.
We fucked all night long. Half the time, it was hard and fast. The other was slow and easy—reverent, even. He explored my body in ways that no one else ever had. Lev marked me as hisown last night; he branded his name on my heart and etched his face in my mind.
There was no getting rid of him anymore; he’d claimed me for life. I should feel ashamed of myself. I should feel used and discarded like a worthless piece of property. But that wasn’t the case. Instead, I felt more alive than I’d been in a really long time.
It felt like something had shifted—like a door had just slammed shut behind me—locking me in this new, unspoken understanding with him. It didn’t feel off or out of place, and for the first time, I actually felt I belonged to him—like we were made for each other.
“Good morning,” he greeted me, his voice low and even.
Startled, I flinched subtly, my gaze shifting to the attractive man standing across the bed. He was all dressed up in his usual impeccably tailored black suit. He held a steaming cup of coffee in one hand, his eyes pinned on me like a hook to a fish.
“Good morning,” I answered, dragging the sheets over my chest as I sat with my back against the headboard.
His brows arched, probably wondering why I was hiding my nakedness from him.
“Did you sleep well?” he asked, sipping his coffee with a hand in his pocket.
I wiped my eyes, casually scraping some dried cum off my face. “As a matter of fact, I did.” My cheeks flushed, a faint grin tugging at the corners of my lips. “You?”
“Mmm.” He took a sip, raising his cup in response.
I tossed the sheets aside and got out of bed, stark naked. He paused, his gaze unwavering as I approached him, my bare feet soundless against the cool marble floor.
Lev stared at my breasts with a smirk on his lips and a glimpse of something dark in his gaze.
“Hey, eyes up here,” I said teasingly, pointing two fingers at my face as I halted in front of him.
He cleared his throat, scratching the back of his head with a hint of embarrassment flashing across his features.
I took the cup from his hand, lifted it to my face, and closed my eyes, reveling in the sweet aroma of the freshly brewed coffee. The steam was warm against my skin, and when I took a sip, the flavors exploded on my tongue.
“Hmm. This is really good.” I gave him a thumbs up. “Thank you.”
Then I patted his shoulder and walked past him, the floor cool beneath my feet.
“That’s mine,” he called after me, his voice laced with a hint of shock.
I glanced back at him. “Not anymore.”
He stood there in the middle of the room, unsure about what had just happened. Well, I just hijacked his coffee, and there was nothing he could do about it. I felt his gaze lingering on me even as I approached the bathroom door.
The low laugh that fell from his mouth hinted that he wasn’t mad. Just surprised.
This was one of the few decent interactions we’d had since I arrived at his home. And it all started recently—right after the library sex. I could feel the shift in his behavior toward me; he was no longer as guarded around me as he used to be. And neither was I.
I didn’t think that a day would come when he wouldn’t delight in my demise anymore. But I was wrong. These days, it was like my happiness was his priority.
He was still a monster, still terrifying in many ways. But there was a strange loyalty in the way he moved through his world—in the way he defended his home and protected what was his.
Lev was admired by all his men, both domestic and non-domestic staff alike. They listened to him and followed all his commands, not just out of fear but also because they respected him as their leader.
That was power at its peak. And I admired that about him.
There was a fierce protectiveness in Lev that, despite everything, called to something deep inside me. And that loyalty, that unexpected tenderness, was starting to matter to me more than I was willing to admit.
