Page 15 of Forced & Pregnant Bratva Bride (Tarasov Bratva #13)

It happened. It finally happened. The one thing that I was afraid of—letting him between my legs.

I didn’t plan it, didn’t want to give in at first, but the flame in his eyes, the hunger, the lust, and the passion, ignited a fire within me. A fire too hot to quench. His touch was electric, his gaze sexy and intense—impossible to ignore.

The sound of his thick, husky voice sent tremors down my spine and stole my breath. I didn’t realize just how wet I was until he slid his hand beneath my shorts. Fuck. The feeling was sensational. The man sure knew how to use his hands.

His fingers sought my heat with aching precision—parting my folds and circling my cunt with practiced ease. He knew where to touch me, how to touch me, and when to touch me. His kiss was hot, desperate but deliberate at the same time.

I couldn’t help but surrender to him—reveling in the way his strong arms possessed every inch of my body, every curve. The cold sensation of his tongue on my nipples while he simultaneously fingered my pussy awakened every cell in my body.

He squeezed my breasts like a man who knew he owned every fiber of my being.

And when he finally penetrated my cunt, something unraveled inside me, something I was too afraid to name yet. His grip on my waist was firm, his thrusts deep and relentless, each stroke stretching me out. My heart swelled with desire, my pulse spiking as I drowned in ecstasy.

He pulled my hair backward, his groin slapping against my ass, the sound echoing across the room.

I tried to hold back my moans, but his grind, his rhythmic moves—hard and fast—rocked me back and forth.

It was embarrassing the way his name fell from my mouth, a testament to how much I was enjoying him.

However, I didn’t care; I let myself feel him deep inside me, his long cock hitting my G-spot. The way he occasionally slapped my ass and pulled on my hair only pushed me further over the edge.

I met his every thrust with desperate hunger, my moans growing louder, needier. Every drag of him inside me, every rough grip, sent sparks down my spine. I was unraveling beneath him, lost in the rhythm, the heat, the helpless pleasure of giving in completely.

It was impossible not to feel him—not to bask in the euphoria of his vigorous strokes.

My eyes rolled backward, my teeth grazing my lower lip in a bid to contain all that pleasure coursing through me like volts of electricity.

I had no idea what I’d been missing this entire time until now. I didn’t know that sex with him would feel so good—so amazing. Egor made me feel like a woman, he made me feel…dare I say…alive.

Now, I couldn’t get him out of my mind. I couldn’t stop myself from replaying the event of that night over and over again.

It had already been two days, and I still hadn’t recovered from his thrusts. I thought about him constantly, unable to focus on anything else.

Even while in the shower with hot water pouring down my naked body, I was still thinking of him, reminiscing on his touch and kisses. I leaned into the tiled walls, eyes shut as the memories came flooding into my mind again.

His husky voice. His strong arms around me. The way he moved inside me, like he knew and owned every corner of my body.

Slowly, my fingers drifted lower, slipping between my thighs with practiced grace. I was completely damp—wet by just thinking of him. I slid my finger up and down my entrance, a soft, quiet breath escaping my mouth.

Fuck. It felt so good.

His voice echoed in my head—deep and husky. I recalled every detail: the speed of his strokes, the firmness of his grip on my waist, and the sweet pain of his palm on my ass.

I braced myself against the wall with one hand, hips shifting forward as my body responded to my forbidden thoughts.

The other rubbed my clit with increasing rhythm that soon had me moaning out loud.

Driven by an insatiable hunger, I squeezed my breasts and pinched my hard nipples with one hand while the other fingered my pussy at the same time.

“Egor,” I moaned his name, biting my lower lip in an attempt to stay quiet.

However, a series of soft purrs broke free from me as my climax built, fed by fantasy and the lingering heat of what once was.

“Oh, fuck, yes.” The words fell from my mouth, my face contorting in pleasure.

I rubbed my clit, fingers working fast, slick with need. Every stroke sent tremors down to my core. I closed my eyes, hips grinding as images of him flashed in my head, pushing me closer.

“Oh, my goodness.” My breath caught, mouth open in a silent scream as I came.

The orgasm hit hard, rippling through me—raw and messy, my pussy clenching around nothing. My thighs shook, my body jerking under the spray of hot water.

I gasped for air, my fingers soaked in my cum as my chest heaved with slow breaths. “Fuck,” I whispered, resting my forehead on the wall, knees nearly giving out.

A few seconds later, and I was still shaking like a leaf as the aftershocks coiled through me, sharp and aching.

I came down shortly after, and then came the guilt. It gnawed at me, making me hate myself for what I’d just done. I was never supposed to feel this way for such a monster. Yet here I was, jerking off in the bathroom to the memory of his touch.

How did I get here? How did I let myself be so vulnerable and weak? I’d lost myself, lost my focus, and nothing was more disappointing than that.

With my breath still uneven, I leaned against the cool tile, then slowly slid down the wall. I sat on the shower floor, pulled my knees to my chest, and wrapped my arms around them. Hot water poured over me, soaking my red hair, tracing down my naked body.

It was high time I got my shit together and took control of the situation.

***

Later that day, while I lay on the bed reading a book with my back against the headboard, something startled me. The muffled vibration of the burner phone under my pillow. My heart skipped a beat; my eyes widened with fear and anticipation.

I glanced at the front door, listening for approaching footsteps before withdrawing the device from underneath the pillow. The screen lit up with a text from Liam.

“It won’t be long now. Just a little longer….”

He explained in the message that he was working fast on creating a new identity for me and my siblings.

The plan was to smuggle us all out of the country using his contact near the border.

Escaping this hellhole and then returning to my normal life as though I hadn’t broken the devil’s heart would be foolish.

He’d find me in an instant, and only God knows what he’d do to me.

At least if I fled the country with my younger siblings, I’d stay low—stay hidden for a while until I figured something out. With the kind of resources at Egor’s disposal, there was no place on Earth that he wouldn’t find me. But that didn’t mean that I wouldn’t try.

I had to.

My hands trembled as I replied to his text, heart pounding like a drum in my chest.

“Thank you, Liam. I owe you one.”

The moment I hit the send button, a knock on the door made me jump, nearly leaping out of bed. Sharp, sudden, and unexpected. I froze, eyes wide with fear, my breath lodged in my throat.

Reflexively, I shoved the phone underneath the pillow and sprang to my feet long before my brain could register the act.

“Ma’am, it’s me,” a feminine voice called out from behind the closed door.

It was one of the maids. Thank God.

A wind of relief blew across my face, and it was then that I realized I was already sweating on my forehead. “Nikki?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I locked my jaw, struggling to steady my uneven breaths, fingers scratching the back of my head. “What is it?”

“There was a boy caught sneaking into the mansion—about fourteen. Claims he knows you,” she explained. Vaguely. Like she wasn’t entirely sure of what she was saying.

A boy? Shit! It better not be Liam. No. It can’t be. He’s working on those new IDs. Plus, he’s not a boy, I thought to myself, trying to piece it all together.

I went from scared to steady in the blink of an eye.

My brows knitted together, head tilting slightly to the side, wondering who that might be. “Did you get his name?”

“Um…Mike…Mace…Micah?” she said, the words stumbling out like guesses rather than facts.

Micah!

It hit me now—it was my brother!

My feet sprang into motion as I darted across the room in a few strides. I grabbed the door handle and yanked it open, the blood drained from my face. “Where is he?” I demanded, my voice laced with desperation.

Startled by my sudden appearance, shock flickered in her gaze. “Th-the master’s office,” she replied, stuttering.

I pushed past her, rushing through the hallway like a speeding bullet. My heart was pounding, my thoughts a jumble as I sprinted toward Egor’s office, my feet barely making contact with the floor.

Without stopping to knock, I barged into the office, shoving the doors open so hard they slammed against the wall.

I arrived just in time to witness my fourteen-year-old brother speaking like a man, not a child.

“Take me instead—I’ll work for you and pay off my father’s debt. Just let my sister go.” His face was dark with fury, eyes blazing as he stared at Egor, unafraid of the monster sitting behind the desk.

There was a glint of admiration in Egor’s eyes, but before he could say a word, I stepped in between them.

“Pay no attention to him, he’s just a kid,” I said, feeling the nasty stings of tears in my eyes.

He found me—he came for me. My baby brother. His willingness to trade places warmed my heart and brought tears to my eyes. But I had to be strong. For him.

“I’m strong, I’m agile, and I learn fast,” he said, his gaze never leaving Egor. “This is no place for a woman—train me, and I promise you won’t regret it.”

I swallowed hard, a mix of pride and heartbreak rising in my throat. Micah was just a boy, yet here he was, standing before the devil himself, fierce and unwavering. I looked at him, unable to recognize the little boy I left behind weeks ago. He was skinnier now, like he barely ate or slept.

The boy had become a man. He’d grown up quickly and taken on the familiar burden. My chest ached watching him like this, offering himself like a sacrificial lamb.

A rush of emotions swelled inside me: love so fierce it hurt, pride so heavy it almost crushed me. And then fear—so raw it gnawed at me, cutting deep.

“Micah,” I called softly, dropping to one knee in front of him.

He locked his jaw, as if fighting to hold his tears and emotions back in. The boy was selling himself, quietly proving to Egor that he was anything but weak.

“You don’t have to do this,” I said, looking into those fiery eyes of his.

“I have to, Leo,” he said. “Nothing’s the same without you. Everything is falling apart, and I can’t hold it all together.”

I blinked, forcing my tears back in. “You don’t want this, Micah, trust me.”

“You’re not supposed to be here, Leo. I can’t hold down the fort; you can. You can take care of everything and everyone…. I can’t do all of that.”

A lone tear trickled down my cheek, but I wiped it immediately.

He continued, “Emmy’s sick, Leo. She won’t eat, and she cries all the time. The family needs you.”

I tightened my jaw, my heart shattering into a million tiny pieces. “Let me take care of this, okay, Micah?”

He hesitated, searching my eyes.

“Please, trust me,” I whispered, holding his gaze.

After a moment of silence, he said, “I do. I trust you.”

I exhaled sharply, digging my fingers into his shoulders in a massaging motion. “Wait outside, alright? Let me handle this.”

He nodded, shifted his gaze back to Egor, and then quietly walked away, leaving just the two of us.

The second the doors closed behind Micah, I rose to my feet, my voice barely steady. “I haven’t asked for any favors,” I began, walking toward Egor’s desk. “But I ask this of you now; please, let me take care of my siblings. They’re all I have. Emmy’s only eight, and she’s sick. She needs me.”

His expression shifted slightly, but he said nothing.

“If there’s still a shred of humanity left in you, you will grant me this request,” I said, blinking back the tears that filled my eyes. “Don’t do it for me. Do it for these kids.”

He thought for a moment and then nodded once.

That was it.

Request granted.

I closed my eyes, a sigh of relief escaping my lips. “Thank you.”