All Chapters of The Mute Bride For The Don: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I shook my head, trying to force my legs closed but Ivan hissed and hauled me forward, making me whimper as he pulled me closer, between his knees, until there was no space left to retreat. I was close enough to feel the heat from his body, and far too close it made running away harder. I glared down at him in warning when his left hand bunched up my skirt, his eyes darkened with lust, and I whimpered, shaking my head as a single tear slid down my cheek. I knew what that look in his eyes meant. I’d seen it many times before, and no… “You are in pain,” he murmured hoarsely, “but pain and sex go hand in hand.” I gasped when his hand found my clit. “You should have learned that by now.” Ivan pushed my legs apart. Pain flared again. A broken sound escaped me, but he left me no room for argument as he rubbed vigorously on my clit, sending waves of unwanted pleasure up my body and making me whimper with every stroke he administered. His head lowered. His tongue found my clit,

I turned to twist around and face him but he locked a hand around my waist, pinning me in place and fucking me roughly.“Ssssh.”“I didn’t say you could turn around, Birdie,” his deep voice scolded and all coherent thought shattered as he found my clit, rubbing it vigorously.Everything blurred. Ivan gripped my waist to withdraw, twirling me around fast until I faced him. Then he thrust back in. Deeper.Harder.Tears leaked from the corners of my eyes, and I pushed back into every thrust like a wanton slut. My lips fell open in a needy cry as my nails dug into his back and I bounced. “Harder, Ivan. Fuck me harder, oh yes, please!”“You want it harder, hmm? You want me to wreck you that badly?”“Please…”“You see, Birdie, even while you hate me, you still beg for my cock even harder.” he mocked, “I will fuck you hard. I will wreck your sweet little pussy but only if you scream my name.”Sexual frustration tore out of me as he slowed, tortuously and intentionally, and my pussy clenc

Vanya.I was scrubbing the floor of one of the smaller sitting rooms when a hand suddenly gripped my arm, hauling me upright and dragging me toward the corner of the hallway.Anastasia’s grip was firm, her pointy nails digging into my skin and making me flinch from the pain as she pushed me into a corner.I stopped myself before I could land on the floor, and took slow, breathless steps backward until I hit a solid wall.“Come here, you wench! How long have you known that Ivan could walk?!” She demanded, anger blazing in her eyes, her body trembling with the weight of it. “Don’t tell me you’ve known all along and you didn’t say anything about it.”My lips parted and snapped shut as my brows furrowed. “I didn’t think it was my place to say anything. Isn’t that what you wanted? You told me to speak only when spoken to.”I’d known since the day I came in, and if I could go back in time I would have preferred never to have found out. Why should I incur more of Ivan’s fury by telling her

Vanya. “Why would I drink the tea that is meant for you?” I asked, staring at him with my brows tight. “You are the one having a headache, not me.” “Did you not hear what I said?” Ivan’s voice was flat, his eyes sharpened as he glared at me. “I said I do not trust you in the slightest, Vanya. As far as I know you could have put something in this drink because I know you would love nothing more than to kill me, wouldn’t you, Birdie? Hmm? You manipulative... little… thing…” He drew out the last words, each one landing harder than the last. I simply scoffed as his harsh words bounced off of me. There was that word he loved so much all over again. Me? Manipulative? “If anyone here is manipulative enough to drug a drink, Ivan Petrov,” I shot back, moving closer to him. “It’s you! The man who trusts no one because he assumes everyone is exactly as calculating as he is.” I crossed my arms beneath my bosom, glaring at him as my lips curved up. “Isn’t there a saying like that? That a man

Vanya.Ivan carefully cleaned the fresh wound under my leg, but despite the pain, my fingers rose without thinking.I touched the side of his face and felt him stiffen instantly. I should have stopped then, but for some reason, I lost all reason. My fingers trailed along the coarse hairs of his day-old stubble, and my lips quivered when I noticed a thin scar beneath his left eye. A knife scar.I traced it with my thumb, following the line before my hand drifted upward into his hair.Ivan went still.His fingers closed around my wrist, firmly stopping the motion, and I flinched. “What are you doing?” he asked, his voice hoarse.I blinked, suddenly aware of how close we were and how freely I’d been touching him. Heat rushed to my face.“Nothing,” I said quickly. “I—I didn’t mean to.”“Liar.” He grabbed my wrist. His eyes darkening as he stared at my fingers which had been touching him just a moment ago, then back to my face, “Are you trying to make me fuck you, Vanya? Is that what t