Page 41 of Forced By the Obsessed Bratva

But that one moment wasn’t a lie. This moment was her in her realest form. Unfiltered and unguarded.

It drove me fucking insane.

I remained still.

Remained quiet.

Just leaned against the wall, phone grasped firmly in my hand, knuckles white with suspense.

The screen was still radiant in my hand, and on her.

She sat in my shirt on my couch, breathing like sin itself dwelled under her flesh. The line of her hips moved again, and my gaze tracked the cadence. Slow, irregular. She was restless—not merely with desire, but hunger. Each movement cried out hunger.

A desire she hadn’t even dared to name, not even to herself.

But I knew what it was.

I’d put it there.

I had planted it like a fuse.

Every silence that I gave, every touch I didn’t give her, every look that lingered and then left her empty. I’d carved the want into her one breath at a time.

And now she was burning in it. Now, she found herself surrounded by the flames.

She arched her body barely, her hands grasping for the hem of my shirt as if she could cling to it—had to cling to it in some way to feel me. Her thighs tightened, and her mouth opened.

And just before she came, she pressed her face into the fabric.

Into me.

She inhaled my scent, clinging to my shirt as if unaware of what she was doing, and that was it.

In that instant, a subtle change stirred within my chest.

It was neither love nor pain.

She was mine, and I needed to claim her.

My body was hot now—not flushed, not shaken, but wired. Coiled. Tight with heat that vibrated straight through me.

I didn’t smile. Not quite. But the corner of my mouth curled slightly.

I set the phone down slowly, her face burning into the back of my eyes like a branding iron. My thumb rested on the screen for a moment before it blacked out.

I squared my shoulders, cracking my jaw and evening out my breathing. Every inch of me was burning for her like a volcano about to erupt despite my grip on self-control.

And inside, a lethal realization hit me.

The waiting was over.

She was ready.

And this time, I wasn’t going to hold back.

Chapter 11 – Zoella

It was late.