Arranged Bratva Love

Aurora

“When are you going to find a new guard for me?” I asked.

It was three days since the banquet, and rather than be at home bored out of my mind, I sat in his office, staring out the large window overlooking the city. So many people were milling about, none of them realizing how lucky they had it. Three days Slavik kept me by his side, and it wasn’t a problem being around him. I liked it, and that was the issue for me. I started to enjoy his company.

This morning, I woke up to him still in bed. Rather than try to escape, I watched him sleep. I was turning into a weird kind of stalker and that was what scared me. Slavik was my husband. A man I’d spent an equal time hating and fantasizing about.

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Spinning around from the window, I moved toward his desk. “Like what?”

“You think this world you live in comes for free?” he asked.

“No. I know it comes from the blood of the innocent.”

“Does it bother you?”

I stared at him and nodded. “Yes. It always does, but other than being a good person, I can’t do anything about it.”

“And writing exceedingly large checks?”

I move away from his desk. At the banquet, I put a lot of money in a children’s charity. “You saw that,” I said.

“I got an alert from the bank when they tried to cash it.”

“Right,” I said. “Did you allow it to go through?”

“It was a large amount and would be useful for a tax break. I didn’t see the problem. It went through.”

“Thank you.”

“The real question, Aurora, is what you are going to do for that check.”

I frowned. “What do you want from me?”

He reached out, clasping my wrist, and I followed his direction as he tugged me toward him. I stood between his chair and the desk. His thumb stroked my inner wrist. “You look pretty today.”

I wore a pair of designer jeans and a crop top with one of his shirts over the top. Not a big deal. I’d seen his shirt in the closet and I hadn’t expected it to fit. I didn’t have the first clue why I even decided to reach for his clothing as it wasn’t like I needed him to surround me. I’d started to realize Slavik wasn’t an awful man, at least not all the time. He was downright dangerous and anyone who made an enemy out of him, I’d advise them to run for the hills, but in everything else, there was no danger, at least I couldn’t see one. The rules were pretty simple. Stay on his good side or risk being killed. I opted to stay on his good side.

“Thank you.”

It was a nice compliment. One I rarely got and rather than believe he lied, I smiled.

“You’re not looking too bad yourself.”

He let go of my wrist and began to finger the base of my shirt. “You took this.”

“Borrowed. I’ll get it washed and return it.”

“I like it.” He started to unbutton the shirt.

After overhearing the conversation with Ivan, I couldn’t help but wonder if he did this out of desire or duty. The last thing I wanted to be was a duty.

The shirt fell to the floor as he stood, pushing it off my shoulders. He took the straps of the crop top and slid them down my arms until they were underneath my bra. The catch was around the back, and Slavik had to be an expert as with the flick of his fingers, the bra was on the floor.

My mouth went dry.

He cupped my tits, pressing them together as both his thumbs teased across my nipples. Each strike had an answering pulse between my thighs.

He closed the distance between us, taking one nipple into his mouth. I moaned, reaching back to grasp the edge of the desk as he used his teeth. I pressed my thighs together in an attempt to stop the pleasure, but it was no good.

Slavik let go and cupped me between the thighs. Even though I wore jeans, he knew the right moves to touch me, and I couldn’t hold back my moan of pleasure.

He worked at the button and zipper of my jeans, the sounds filling the room as he pushed them down my thighs until they got to my knees. He stopped sucking at my tits to peel them off my body, and other than the shirt around my waist, I stood naked.

In quick easy moves, he had me sitting on the desk, legs wide, and his fingers teased my pussy. His expert fingers stroked from my entrance up to my clit.

“So wet. Exactly how I like you.”

His words shouldn’t affect me, but they did. In the back of my mind, all I could think about was pleasing him. I’d become a sucker, but I didn’t care. I closed my eyes, enjoying his touch. Each stroke across my nub got me closer to that delicious peak.

“Look at me,” he said, his voice gruff. The demand easy to detect.

I opened my eyes, staring at him as he brought me closer to orgasm.

Slavik was the one in control. He wasn’t in any rush. My release began to build, but he slowed the pace down, giving me chance to enjoy it. Each time I tried to close my eyes, he’d stop touching me.

He drove me crazy until I finally gave him all the attention he needed.

“Now, look between your legs,” he said.

I wanted to disobey him, but I also didn’t want him to stop what he was doing. I loved it. The pleasure was out of this world, amazing. He knew how to rile me up and get me so close.

This was what had been missing out of our marriage. I knew there was so much more we could experience together, but right now, all I could imagine was being with him in this way. This wasn’t emotional, but physical.

Please,” I said.

“You want to come?”

“Yes.”

“Ask me.”

“Please, let me come.”

“Say my name.”

“Slavik.”

“Now ask me.”

“Slavik, please, let me come.” I didn’t deny him. I was so close, and as my reward, he pushed me over the peak. I cried out, riding the wave of release as he gave it to me.

So good.

I expected that to be the end, but it wasn’t. Slavik moved me off the desk and spun me around so my back was to him. I heard his zipper, and then I felt the hard press of his cock as he slid between my thighs.

He found my entrance, and I tensed up, crying out as he slammed balls deep within me. He didn’t give me chance to calm down or get accustomed to the length of his cock. He fucked me hard and fast. His hands a tight grip on my hips as he pounded inside me.

I wondered if I should hate this, but the truth was I loved it.

I didn’t want him to stop.

The way he held me. The feel of his rock-hard cock deep inside me.

It all … made me hungry and desperate for more.

“I love how tight your pussy is. How you fucking feel. That’s it, take my cock.”

For several minutes, I stayed perfectly still, allowing him to take the lead, to take what he wanted. I didn’t know what came over me. If this was a duty to him, then I wanted it to be hard for him to think of it that way.

I no longer wanted to be anyone’s duty or burden.

As I pushed back against him, I started to ride his cock as he took me. For a few seconds, he paused, seeming to be a little shocked that I actually pushed back against him. Then, like his need took over, he started to take me deeper, fucking me harder, working my body, and what was more, I gave as good as I got.

I wanted this.

This wasn’t a duty to me. The end result, pregnancy, might be the duty for me, but in getting to that point, I was determined for it to be nonstop pleasure.

Slavik slammed inside me one final time, and he was so long and thick, I felt each pulse of his arousal as it flooded me. Moments passed. Seconds turned into minutes before he reached over and picked up some tissues. He pulled out of me and I felt some of his cum spill down. The tissue helped to capture some of it. He cleaned me up even as my face grew hot from the attention. There was no stopping him. He helped me back into my panties, jeans, bra, crop top, and his shirt.

I had no idea what to do, so I stepped away from him, and he didn’t stop me.

Not once had he kissed me.

My lips felt that loss.

The few times he’d taken the time to kiss me, I’d relished every single second. I enjoyed the sex, which was a huge relief as I knew many women in our world didn’t. The sex I’d heard had often been violent and scary. Of course none of the women had known I’d been listening in on their conversations, slowly growing more terrified at the prospect of having my own husband.

The books became a source of comfort. While the ladies in our circles told scary sex tales, the books gave me hope that they simply didn’t enjoy it.

“Cara called again,” Slavik said, breaking through the silence.

Was he uncomfortable?

I turned from the window to look at him.

“She asked me permission to take you to lunch next week.”

“And did you tell her no?”

“No, I didn’t. I said you could go,” he said.

So far, any attempt at friendship Cara had made, he’d squashed. They were supposed to be friends, and it hurt he didn’t want me to be friends with his.

“You did?”

“Yes. I’ve already arranged a guard to be with you. It’s important he stays with you at all times. You leave or don’t follow my rules, you’ll not be allowed to go anywhere else again.”

I nodded. I was happy.

Cara seemed like a nice woman. She held a high position within the Volkov Bratva. She was the first woman I knew who didn’t allow a man to talk to her like she was crap, or allow them to treat her like a piece of property.

My father had always been firm in the belief we belonged to him. We were nothing but pawns to meet his end goals. As much as I didn’t have value, I became quite a useful cog in the peace treaty between our families.

Slavik checked the time. “We need to get going,” he said. “I need you to change.”

The sun had started to set, and I frowned. “Where are we going?”

“To a private event. Exclusive.”

“You don’t have any more details?”

“I’m not sure you’re going to like it,” he said.

“Oh.”