Page 94 of The Bratva Enforcer and His Virgin Bride

When she starts to tilt her hips upward and move against me, I know she’s finally ready.

I start to move, but I don’t rush. I keep the pace agonizingly slow, sliding in and out with deliberate, deep strokes. Sofia lets out a long, shaky moan, the sound vibrating right against my chest. I bend down, capturing one of her sensitive nipples in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it as I continue to move inside her.

She starts writhing beneath me again, but this time, it isn’t from fear; it’s pure pleasure. She murmurs my name over and over like a prayer as I fuck her gently into the mattress. I’m purposely taking it slow, keeping my darker impulses locked down and leaving the violence for next time. Right now, she needs care.

Feeling the rhythm, she locks her legs tightly around my waist, pulling me even deeper into her. I hasten my pace just a little bit, giving her exactly what her body is begging for while I continue to suck her nipple into my mouth, listening to her breath turn into ragged gasps.

Suddenly, I feel her entire body go rigid. Her internal muscles clamp down around my cock so tight it nearly drops me to my knees, and I know she is right on the edge.

Without breaking our rhythm, I slide my hand down between our sweating bodies, finding her swollen clit and flicking it rhythmically. That’s all it takes. Sofia completely fractures beneath me, riding a wild wave of an orgasm as a loud, breathless scream tears from her throat.

As Sofia rides out the wave of her climax, the tight, pulsing heat of her body nearly pushes me over the edge. I immediately pull out of her, unwilling to risk anything on her first time, and collapse onto the mattress beside her. I pull her flush against my chest, wrapping my arms around herand holding her close, anchoring her while her wild, ragged breathing gradually softens into a steady rhythm.

A minute later, once her heartbeat calms down against mine, I gently pull away and get out of bed. I hurry into the attached bathroom and run the tap, dampening a soft washcloth with warm water.

By the time I return to the bedroom, Sofia’s eyes are already closed, her long lashes resting against her flushed cheeks. I don’t wake her up or call her name; she’s completely exhausted. Moving with total care, I sit on the edge of the mattress and gently wipe her body down with the wet cloth, cleaning away the sweat and the small trace of blood from her first time. When I’m done, I toss the cloth aside and pull the heavy duvet up over her bare shoulders, tucking her in.

I return to the bathroom for a quick, ice-cold shower to finally cool my skin, then slip into a pair of soft sweatpants. Walking back into the dark room, I climb into the bed right beside her.

I reach over to shut off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into quiet darkness, and tug her back into my arms. Sofia stirs slightly in her sleep, instinctively tucking her head right under my chin as my chest settles against her back.

As I close my eyes, listening to the quiet sound of her breathing, a strange sensation washes over me. It’s easily the most relaxed I’ve ever felt in my entire life.

Fuck. I’m in deep, deep shit.

Chapter 13 – Sofia

I wake up feeling more rested than I have in ages. My bones are completely soft, and the heavy tension that usually makes a home in my body is totally gone. I feel like a brand-new person, and a small, happy smile touches my lips before I even open my eyes.

But when I finally blink them open and turn over, the bed beside me is completely empty.

I stare at the dent in the pillow with a deep frown.

I thought Lukyan was here. I was so sure he wiped me down last night and got into bed with me. I can vividly remember the feeling of his strong arms wrapping around me in the dark. I look around the empty bedroom, swallowing down a sudden, sharp wave of disappointment.

Shifting my weight to get out of bed, a dull ache between my thighs makes me wince. I’m definitely still a little sore from last night.

I head straight into the bathroom, take a warm shower to soothe my muscles, and step back outside into the bedroom to pull on a simple dress. The memory of how he looked at me last night keeps flashing in my mind, making my heart race all over again.

Needing answers, I leave my bedroom and head out into the estate in search of Lukyan. I find him in his study, where he is deep in conversation with a woman. She looks like she belongs entirely to the Bratva world—poised, incredibly confident, and so striking that she immediately commands the entire room.

They both turn the second I walk in. Lukyan rises to his feet, his dark grey eyes instantly locking onto mine. My body reminds me of yesterday, and I internally shake it off.

“Sofia,” he says. “This is Anka. She’s an old friend.” His tone is completely neutral but familiar enough to suggest theyhave a real history together. He then turns to her, his voice steady. “Anka, this is Sofia. My wife.”

Anka gives me a cool look. “I know,” she says simply. “Hello, Sofia. It’s so nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, too.”

She doesn’t move to shake my hand, and I don’t offer either.

My inner reaction is immediate, and honestly, it completely catches me off guard. A sharp, ugly twist of jealousy and discomfort hits me right in the chest, and I really struggle to mask it on my face.

Just hours ago, this man was holding me like I was his entire world, and now he’s acting so professional, standing next to a beautiful woman who knows his dark side way better than I do.

“Sit down, Sofia,” Lukyan says gently, breaking the sudden tension. “We’re almost done here.”

He walks over and helps me onto the couch. I can feel Anka’s sharp eyes tracking my every move, watching how he treats me. Once I’m settled, Lukyan returns to his big mahogany desk and dives right back into his conversation with her, talking in low, serious tones.