All Chapters of The Bratva's Obsession : Contract Ends,The Marriage Begins: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

IRINAMaybe because it was my first time, the vibrations were so intense. I managed to hold on before passing out. My brain was in a mess now. For a moment, my mind was in a mess, my body felt so weak after the long tension.“Breath my mine, breathe” Miron whispered.My wrists were incredibly sore from trying to free myself, rubbing against the tight tie that bound my hands. As the pleasure of ejaculation coursed through my body, the pain was barely noticeable, but when the pleasure wore off, I wilted.I thought this was over, but Miron took off his towel. His dick loomed large, veins bulging down the shaft, and the glistening head was so tempting.What now? I'm still catching my breath, regaining my composure rather than regaining my strength. I'm wilted, but I can't say I'm satisfied.Seeing Miron's enormous size, I instantly confessed my own infatuation. I wondered what it would be like if his dick replaced my hand inside me. If his hand was already giving me this much pleasure, wo

IRINA"I'm at war with my inner self," I exhaled slowly. "I feel strange," I said, questioning my morality. Meanwhile, grandmother was lying in bed, complete with all the medical equipment attached to her body.My grandmother's eyes were open, but she didn't speak. As soon as I received news from the nurse that my grandmother had regained consciousness, I rushed to the hospital, leaving my house and my job. My grandmother just stared at me, it's been more than three hours, she hasn't made a sound.I provoked her to talk, by discussing various topics. Without realizing it, of all the things I said, I mostly discussed Miron's treatment of me.Miron is the devil incarnate, a hateful bastard and perhaps his only goal is to destroy anyone in his path. There was something to his discord with his family. Then Tanya acted as if I had stolen her love from her.The stupidest of all, I helplessly let Miron touch me. Imperfect brutal sex tension. If it's a punishment? That's coercion to a fault.

IRINA“You became a prostitute for them? You fucking fucked them all, wasn’t it you?” My mother continued to hurl hurtful words after hurtful words. Even though she hadn’t raised me well, why should she look down on her daughter so much?When I opened my mouth, my mother always silenced me with her hurtful words, pushing me to a point I’d never resisted.“It’s a waste of me giving birth to you if you bring shame to my good name. What would the neighbors say if they found you in the brothel, huh?”“Brothel?” I muttered to myself as the blood in my body surged suffocatingly. It grew warmer, hotter, unbearable.“Was that bitch your boss back then? She’s a pimp, right? Is that why these assholes surround you?” My mother was no longer looking at me, but glancing behind me. It seems she was talking about Ella and considered Igor’s men to be Ella’s men.Several men had just gotten out of a black car, standing nearby, awaiting Igor’s orders. The worst reality had just dawned on me. Igor! This

IRINA“You have to act professionally tonight, don’t embarrass me.” Richard let me share the car with him to the club.I wonder, what did he mean by that? On several occasions, Richard brought me into certain situations. Some kind of party he went to, going to bars and stuff. He just wanted me to be involved in social lines. Making me his lackey, who had to investigate his colleagues or enemies in all those meetings, secretly.However, today was the first time he said those words to me. Can he still not judge how professional I am in working for him all this time?“Pardon, sir?”“I’ve never seen you with a man, or doing that kind of lover stuff.” Suddenly, the meaning of that sentence changed.It seemed like working with Richard for years made it so easy for me to understand what was in his head immediately. He’s asked me something like this before. Why am I not dating at my age? Why don’t I try opening my heart to men? And other sentences.Maybe it’s a form of concern for me, or is h

IRINA“You will never forget this night,” Austin’s voice sounded so polite.His touch felt so responsible, even as my steps felt heavy. He led me into the elevator, making my stomach twist from the inside. Despite that, his hand remained firmly around my waist.“Ouch, where are we going?” I winced. My vision wasn’t blurry, but my surroundings seemed to be spinning. My body was already reacting to the alcohol, but I refused to acknowledge it.Suddenly, the thumping music faded, and we walked down a short hallway, and Austin impatiently carried me bridal style.“Let me help you,” he said.I reflexively wrapped my arms around his neck, afraid of falling. I felt so high up in his arms. I could tell I was still conscious enough to assess my surroundings.Austin pushed the door open with his foot, making a loud thud. His breathing remained steady even as he carried me, until I felt my back touch something incredibly soft.“Where are we?” I muttered, only my back feeling comfortable. Meanwhi