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Bride To Be... Your last
MilaHis body aligned with mine, almost dwarfing me but it felt nice, comfortable, like he was meant to be here. His chest pressed on my breasts, the sensation so sweet and so right as his cock rubbed between my pussy lips. Without giving it a second thought, or else I’d feel embarrassed, I flicked out my tongue and licked his chin and lips. I tasted my juices as I cleaned him like a cat lapping at cream and he gave me a smile in return.And then we moved at once, there was no answer for who kissed whom. We both kissed each other. It wasn’t just carnal, it was filled with our unspoken feelings. The kiss tasted sweet, filthy and dangerous. Just like us. I arched into him and whispered against his lips, “Now, Jonathan.”His hand went between our bodies and I felt him as he notched his cock against my virgin pussy. I held my breath, waiting for
Bride To Be... Never hide from me
MilaI might’ve dozed off with the delicious weight of his body on top of mine. With him like this, all around me, I felt guarded and secured. But I blinked my eyes open as he turned us around, taking me with him so I laid on top of him. I gasped as he moved within me. We were still locked intimately and my fingers dug into his arms in reflex at the sensation the move awakened. The fingers of his one hand trailed down my spine, making me shiver deliciously and the other traced the lines of my scars. I was no longer ashamed of them, not when he treated them as if they were a beautiful part of me.We stayed silent, his heart beat against my ear as I rested on top of him. His heartbeat was slow and rhythmic. I could feel him thinking, his mind working but I didn't want him to think. Not yet. For now, I wanted him all to myself. I pushed back from his chest and his hands fell on my ars
Bride To Be... Carmella
Jonathan It's been two days since the night I discovered that Mila was a virgin and two days since I had claimed her again and again, made her mine. We have been practically inseparable in these two days. I had been wrapped around her or vice versa, neither of us wanting to leave the bed for anything but for the fact that we had an unwanted guest in the penthouse, well unwanted for me. And that we needed to feed our bodies so we could climb back into bed and satiate our other hunger— for each other. The few times we had ventured outside the bedroom I had found Anastasia and Mila cuddled up together. Anastasia was a mafia kid, so she knew and understood more than she should for her age. But then sixteen wasn’t that young, considering she was already betrothed. I had seen her and Mila whispering about something, mostly it was Sia who would give m
Bride To Be... They are brothers
Mila I had never thought that there would come a day like this. When I’d wake up beside a man that looked like a god and possessed me like a wild animal in the bed. But here I was. I looked at his sleeping form, seeing how his dark gold lashes glinted in the rare beams of the sun that filtered through the windows. I knew that he hadn’t slept during the night, he must’ve fallen asleep in the early morning when he had tired himself out. At last. Because I had been lost and half asleep for most of it as he had been insatiable. My golden panther. I tipped my head up and whispered my lips across his. And then in one swift move I was on my back. I squealed at the sudden movement and his eyes opened. Sleepy grey eyes looked down at me, his hair tumbling down his forehead as he loomed over me. “That’s what you get when you wake up a sleeping lion.”
Bride To Be... Where was he?
Mila“Not so fast, you fucking whore! My brother might be fooled but I have got men around the city that he refused to rule.” I was wrenched back as he pulled a fistful of my hair. My head burned and a cry of distress left my mouth. He clamped his arm around my waist and then threw me across the floor, away from the elevator. My only escape. “Oh, I’ll make you scream…” He said.My whole body jarred from the way I hit the floor. He took threatening steps toward me and I tried to get away from him. But it was like my whole body was made of rubber. My palms slipped on the floor as I tried to slide backwards. “P-please… don’t…” I hated how I was pleading to him, but something about him was disturbing.He laughed. “Don’t what? Hurt you? Kill you? Fuck you?”
Bride To Be... I failed her
JonathanI switched from one camera to another but I didn’t find any sign of my little mouse or my soon to be dead brother. My jaw was clenched so tightly it was a miracle my teeth hadn’t yet turned to dust as I drove the car, barely keeping it straight as my attention was shot to shit. Lachlan sat beside me calling his men to know what was going on. I wasn’t paying any attention to him, my mind was focused on the woman in my penthouse. The woman who had asked me to stay but I hadn’t. I should’ve.I had tried calling Jasper but he wasn’t picking up. I called the hotel manager, he wasn’t there to tell me anything and I didn’t have a front desk or any of the staff’s contàct to call them.My chest was so tight, my throat was closed up with worry and I wish I could just fly to my place and see f
Bride To Be... Just go away
Jonathan I sit in the corner on a sofa that was pushed far against the wall, my eyes fixed on the sleeping figure on the hospital bed. Anastasia had glared at me all this time, and I was sure that like me if she had the gun in her hand then she’d have also preferred to shoot me first and then say something after that. The moment the doctor had come out of the emergency room, and told us about Mila’s injuries, I had felt like someone sucker punched me and then kicked me in the balls before telling me that they were going to kill me, slowly. Two broken ribs. A broken wrist. One palm was sliced open. The soles of her feet were stabbed with broken pieces of glass. Her stomach was bruised. One ankle was bruised too. And not to miss that her whole face was swollen as if she fell face first from the roof. She looked so small in that
Bride To Be... Do you want to leave?
JonathanIt felt like a boulder was pressed down on my chest and people were dancing on top of that. The hold this woman has on me was not good. But still I wasn’t much worried about it, I know I should be. The only thing I was worried about was the look of panic I had seen on her face and how she told me to get away from her. I hated that she thought I’d hurt her.When I came out of the hospital room, Lachlan was there. He looked at me with a scrutinizing gaze and said, “You shot him not one but three times. He could have died.”“And unfortunately, he didn’t.” I said as I leaned back against the wall and folded my arms across my chest.“I hope you know what you are doing.” He remarked, mirroring my action as he rested his back against the opposite wall in front of me.
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Epilogue II Four years later… Jonathan “What are you doing?” I questioned as my wife entered my home office and closed the door behind her. I was still angry at her for going out during the curfew with her friends but this woman wasn’t someone you could stay mad at. In the four years since we have been together I could write a book on the things she had made me angry for and on the other hand I can count it on three fingers for the times I had managed to keep up my anger and hold back from her for more than an hour. But yesterday was one of those few days which sent me to a point of no return. I glared at her as once again the cold fear gritted me when I had re
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Bride To Be... Freedom
MilaI married into a family of lunatics, I just prayed and hoped to god that this lunacy doesn’t affect my baby.The moment Jasper walked inside the door I knew something was wrong and he confirmed it when he said that he was taking me to the airport. Why? Because my husband wanted me safe which includes keeping me away from him and sending me to a corner of the world where no one could find me. I was all for it until I had something to lose. And for me that was Jonathan and for my baby it’s father.So like a nice human being, I kindly asked Jasper to take me back to my husband but very unkindly he repeated my husband’s words to me, “I am sorry, Mrs Sokolov but he also said, ‘If she doesn’t obey, drug her’ and I really do not want to do it.”Because I am a really good p
Bride To Be... Feeling lost...
JonathanWhen I reached upstairs I found my brother standing in his bedroom. He asked without facing me, “Why did you keep all of this?”Emotions clogged my throat as I thought about all the years I spent cursing our fate. Wishing that it had been me instead of him. Praying that he would come back. And now looking at him, I couldn’t form words. Without saying anything, I closed the distance between us and hugged him from behind.There was a moment where he stood still and I doubted that he even breathed, before he turned around and hugged me properly. “I couldn’t seal it all away. I missed you every single day for twelve years, Jeremy. And I can’t explain it in words how happy I am that you are here.”He patted my back and when we parted I watched him blinking away his tears
Bride To Be... She forgave me...
JonathanThe funeral was a big fanfare. Not because all those people who attended my father’s funeral were his friends or respected him, only because they were showing their loyalty to the Sokolov family to not have any repercussions. The ruling family of the Russian mafia. And even then most of them weren’t here to bid goodbye to my dead father, no, they were here to see the man who had come back from the dead.They were here to speculate and show their surprise and their sympathy. Sympathy on how a father who mourned his son to his last breath didn’t get to see him alive. They blamed it on fate. But I say it was Karma. They were here to wonder how a man like Gerard Sokolov could die in his sleep. Because they didn’t know that he was killed, murdered by his own daughter in law.“Knyaz.”
Bride To Be... Like a f.cking phoenix
JeremiahI stood at the threshold of the room that was kept as a souvenir where I lost a part of me. A part that makes me hate my own reflection and a part that made me fill with deep seated bitterness that refused to leave me. Because of which now I could no longer look at my own reflection without feeling rage and disgust at what I see and when I see it only feel the need to cause mayhem.From what I had heard, my father kept it as a reminder to get revenge from the man who was responsible for his loss of a wife and his heir.But me... seeing this, all I wanted to do was to alight it once again so that I wouldn’t have to recall the heat I had felt, the blow to my head, the sender of betrayal that had consumed me, the blood that had seeped out of my mother from the bullet between her chest. Like me, she hadn’t expected that.
Bride To Be... Like a saviour
Mila I barged through the circle of men, pushing them aside, ignoring their curses and warnings. My feet came to a sudden halt and my stomach recoiled at what I saw. My husband was on his knees with his hands tied behind his back, with bruises marring his beautiful face. This beautiful, god like man was here, in this position because of me. For me. His stormy grey eyes darkened as they fell on me. “What the fuck are you doing here?” He gritted out from the corner of his mouth that was bleeding along with a gash near his eyebrow. “Jona—” Rough hands grabbed me from either side, held my arms in tight grip as they pulled me back, imprisoning me. “Don't touch her.” Jonathan growled. Then his head snapped to the side and he said, “I broke the rule. I killed my father, leave her out of this.” I was trying
Bride To Be... How are you Alive?
MilaI turned toJasper as Jonathan stepped out of the car, making my stomach squeeze painfully in dread. “What is he doing?” Instead of answering me, Jasper pulled the car from the curb and started to drive, his jaw clenching and unclenching as his fingers tightened on the steering wheel.“Oh... No...”I turned around at the horrified gasp from Sia. With my knees on the passenger seat I put my hand on the leather seat and turned around to look out through the rear window just in time to see how a group of men holding assault rifles circled around my husband and one of them punched him hard in the stomach.“Stop the fucking car!” I yelled at Jasper and tried to pull at his arm. My heart was screaming to get my husband back by my side.He easily shrugged
Bride To Be... I'm not going without you
Jonathan My brave, beautiful and stupid wife. God, how I wished to kiss her and throttle her at the same time. “Jasper, remember what I told you yesterday morning,” I said to Jasper, meeting his eyes in the rear-view mirror. He nodded silently. My wife was right, he would listen to her and do everything she says. But not if it meant putting her in harm's way and this new running away mission she was on would definitely get her killed and everyone in this car. “What?” Mila demanded. “What did you say to him?” When I didn’t give her an answer she turned to Jasper. “What did he tell you to do?” Jasper too remained silent but of course, my little mouse wasn’t one to stay quiet. If she wanted something she would get it done just like she made a fool of myself just so she could get on with her fanci
