Arranged Bratva Love

Andrei

Ivan was in my home. Leo informed me and I brought up the penthouse suite on my cell phone. I was at the casino across the city, nearly an hour away without traffic from my wife. I left the casino immediately.

There was traffic, and it was a nightmare. Running a hand down my face, I kept glancing over at my wife. I couldn’t stand her to be alone with him. I shut down the app and tried Ivan’s cell phone, which went straight to voice mail.

Anger rushed through me. I couldn’t kill Ivan for being near my wife. I continued to dial his cell phone, but he never picked up. In the end, I had no choice but to watch my wife and my Pakhan as they had coffee. I wanted to know what they were saying but with Leo in the car, I wasn’t interested in turning up the volume. Trust only went so far.

We were still ten minutes away when Ivan got up, and I watched him leave. Before I had chance to sign out of the app, my cell phone started to ring, and of course it was Ivan.

“Are you nearly here?” Ivan asked.

I’m not a fool. I know Ivan has spies in every territory. He is a man known for being one step ahead of the game. No one could take a shit without him knowing about it.

“Yes. What are you doing at my house?” I asked.

“You saw quite clearly that your wife is still in one piece. You’re welcome. Adelaide is spending a lot of time alone. Is your intention to drive her crazy?” Ivan asked.

“She hasn’t earned the right to leave,” I said.

“She has a right to a cell phone, a laptop, and a guard. You won’t even let the poor woman shop. Are you aware she’s afraid of heights as well?”

No, I wasn’t, but I wasn’t going to tell him that.

Ivan laughed, as he always did, which meant he already knew the truth.

“Don’t punish her too badly,” Ivan said. “I really like her. She’s got a whole lot of fire inside her, and if you were to train her well, she’d be a good wife to you.”

I didn’t need him to tell me what Adelaide would or wouldn’t be. She was my wife. I was the one who would take care of her. Instead, I kept my thoughts to myself because he was still my boss.

“We’ll talk soon.”

Ivan hung up, and the desire to crush my cell phone was strong, but I didn’t. Changing cell phones pissed me off. I preferred to keep the same one that I knew how to work.

Arriving at my penthouse building, I didn’t wait for Leo to park the car. I climbed out even before he’d finished, and was near the elevator. Pressing the button to my penthouse, I waited. The ride was taking too damn long.

The guard outside my door looked afraid, but I couldn’t kill him for letting Ivan in. He outranked me, but the thought of another man being near my woman angered me.

“Leave,” I said.

Terrance knew not to fuck with me and left. It was why he’d been given the guard duty. He was a good man, loyal, and wasn’t easily swayed by sweet eyes.

Entering my apartment, I stormed toward my wife and found her on her knees, scrubbing away at a hideous black line.

“What the hell did you do?” I asked.

She stood up, pushing her long brown hair out of the way. I loved her hair. She never had it cut. The length was glorious, and I couldn’t wait to have it wrapped around my fist.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I … I need to get out of this apartment.”

“You’re not leaving this place.”

“Are you trying to kill me, is that it? You hate me so much that you want me to do the deed myself or something?” Her hands were clenched into fists.

This I wasn’t expecting.

“You’re not going to die.”

“Seriously? Can’t you see I’m dying already? Do you have any idea what it’s like to spend every single day here, doing nothing?” She yelled each word at me. “Before you I had a life. To many, it would have been boring, but I had a life. I enjoyed leaving and being free, but I can’t even have that anymore. Your boss, or whatever the fuck he is, was here, and you know what, I was scared, because I don’t know this way of life. I know you’re part of the Bratva, but I don’t even know if I’m supposed to say that. I didn’t grow up in this life. Ugh, what is the point? You should have married my sister. I’m pretty sure you would have been far happier with her.”

“Are you done?” I asked.

“Why? Bored of being in this place already. Trust me. I know I am.” She threw the cloth at me. “And I don’t care if you’re pissed off that I damaged your precious wood. What kind of an asshole lives this high up?”

I’m stunned by her language, by her aggression, and most of all by just how aroused I am. I take a step toward her, then another. With her fear in place of the heights, she doesn’t move, the line keeping her in place.

Sinking my fingers into her hair, I tug her close, not to hurt, but to guide. She gasped. Her hands went to my wrist. Her touch shouldn’t do anything for me. I shouldn’t enjoy it. There should be no happiness at having her hands on me.

When it comes to the opposite sex, I’m the one who’s always in control. They do my bidding. They are not permitted to touch me. But Adelaide is my wife. She is not like other women.

“If you want to play the victim, carry on, but I’ve told you exactly what you need to do in order to earn rewards.”

“Are you being serious right now? You expect me to kiss you to get out of this place? To have a cell phone? To even go shopping?” she asked.

I smiled. It wasn’t a nice one, and she flinched away from me as I did so, but with the hold I had on her hair, there was nowhere for her to go. She was stuck with me.

Holding her close against me, I relished the feel of her curves. They were so soft and so close. She smelled good as well, like strawberries and cream. My mouth watered for a taste.

“Do you think kissing me is so distasteful? Do you have any idea what I could have ordered you to do?” I asked. “I could make you go on your knees, take my dick between those fuckable lips, and choke on it. Force you to swallow every single drop of my spunk. Or I could have pounded your virgin pussy. Forced you to bleed over my dick for your first time. What about your asshole?” I grabbed her ass, pulling her toward me. “If your pussy and mouth haven’t seen a cock, then I bet your ass hasn’t either. Forcing you to take me there, just so you could breathe fresh air. So, the next time you think I’m a monster, why don’t you compare my request to the other things I could have forced you to do?”

“I hate you.”

“Get in line. There’s a long list of women who hate me.”

This time, she fought against me. I could make her accept me. Kiss her. Make her give me my due. My dick hadn’t seen a pussy in a long time, and I was well past due emptying my balls. With Adelaide, I didn’t even need to use a condom. She was supposed to be getting pregnant with my kid, but that wasn’t going to happen until I fucked her.

I let her leave and run away toward our bedroom. I’d give her a few minutes to gain her bearings, and then I’d seek her out. Annoying the fuck out of her was part of my plan. Hurting and raping her was not. Nor was terrifying her.

Some men couldn’t handle facing off with me. Adelaide was just a woman. I should have gone easier on her.

I moved toward my office, removed my jacket, and threw it across the chair. The scotch called to me. I made my way over to the drink, poured myself a generous shot, and drank it straight down, enjoying the burn.

A memory of my father flashed through my mind. I couldn’t have been much older than six or seven. My mother had asked me to go and grab the photograph album she’d left in his office. I had been a klutz back then, and as I lifted the heavy book, I knocked his bottle of vodka off the table. The glass had smashed. He’d entered as I tried to clean it up, and as punishment, he’d grabbed the glass and slashed me right across the arm, three times. I was bleeding, he’d punched me in the gut, and tossed me out into the cold. Three days later, the doctor had come to fix me up. I’d nearly died of infection.

Pushing the memory to the back of my mind, I put the glass down and made my way toward the bedroom.

Adelaide wasn’t there. I heard the sound of the shower running, and I walked toward the door. Her clothes were on the floor, and I saw the outline of her body in the frosted glass. My dick hardened. She was my wife. Mine.

After removing my clothes, I eased them onto the floor and stepped toward the shower. Opening the door to the stall, I stepped inside and heard her gasp.

She wrapped her arms around her body and turned her back to me, but I was a man who liked a woman’s ass, and the one she presented me with was sheer fucking perfection. Rounded, juicy, almost a little too big, but a generous handful.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

I closed the door, moved in closer, and she stepped forward to try and keep some distance from me. There was nowhere for her to go. Reaching past her so that our bodies touched, I grabbed the soap.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Taking a shower.”

“I can’t even have one of those alone anymore?”

I smiled, lathering up my hands with soap. “Tell me, Adelaide, do you want to live?”

“What kind of question is that?” she asked.

“A real one.”

“Of course I want to live. Who wouldn’t?”

Putting my hands on her hips, I pulled her back against me. She was so damn tense. “Then I will start to teach you tomorrow morning,” I said. There wasn’t much to teach, not really. Ivan liked to consider this new era of Bratva to be modern, thinking outside of the box, and making sure our enemies didn’t have a fucking clue what to do.

Adelaide was too adorable to show disrespect, and I could imagine Ivan would find her cute as well. He wasn’t a stickler for tradition unless he faced someone he hated, and then he made sure tradition was served.

I slid my hands around to her stomach, feeling the roundness of her flesh. I’d never been a man who liked a skinny woman. When I was younger, I’d been with a couple, and they’d always whimpered and complained about how I touched them. They couldn’t handle a man like me. Adelaide was built to take me. To be mine.

I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to finally father a child. To have my baby growing inside her. Adelaide would make a wonderful mother. She was a kind soul, which marveled me from the household she grew up in.

“As for the rest, Adelaide, all you’ve got to do is kiss me, and what you desire will be yours.”