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Married To The Russian Mafia Boss Chapter 28: Movie time Tears
NikolaiMy heart is pounding as I storm into the guest house, having cancelled my meeting with Dmitri only to find my wife curled up on the couch wearing the black shirt I gave her to sleep in last night, a tub of ice cream in her lap. She looks up at me, the rims of her eyes swollen and puffy as she scoops another spoonful of ice cream from the tub In Front of her into her mouth.I set the bottle of Advil down on the coffee table and crouch down In front of her, cradling her face in my hands.“You're back,” she says, sniffling as She leans towards my touch, her eyes closing briefly at the contact.When I got her text earlier, asking me if I could get her a bottle of Advil from the pharmacy, I expected to find her curled up in bed when I got back and not In front of the television surrounded by snacks and pillows with a red nose and puffy face.“What’s wrong Solnyshko?” I ask softly, my heart clenching. I brush a teardrop from the corner of her eye and tilt her chin so that she's look
Last Updated : 2024-11-28Married To The Russian Mafia Boss Chapter 29: Movie Night.
Ava My head is throbbing. I pop an Advil into my mouth and tilt the bottle of water in my hand to my lips, allowing the liquid to push down the pill. I cringe at the surprisingly sweet taste of the pill on my tongue and set the bottle back on the coffee table beside my half-eaten tub of ice cream. There were only a few spoons left. When Nikolai returns seconds later from placing our sushi order, his dark green eyes flicker to my form perched on the other side of the couch. He frowns and I pretend not to notice while he shrugs off his jacket and sets it down on the armrest of the empty chair nearby. My gaze flickers over his broad shoulders, admiring how the fabric of his shirt strains slightly with each movement. I have to stop myself from salivating when I catch a glimpse of his inked skin beneath his shirt. How did he make something as simple as removing a jacket look so attractive? Nikolai's lips curl into a knowing smirk, the kind that makes my cheeks burn and I q
Last Updated : 2024-11-29Married To The Russian Mafia Boss Chapter 30: Game Night
Ava “What's your favourite Colour?” I blurt out. Nikolai raises a brow at me, the corner of his mouth twitches as though he's holding back a grin. We are currently facing each other on the couch and my legs are curled under my butt. Our sushi order is spread out on the coffee table in an uneven arrangement, the boxes of rolls slightly askew, and a pair of chopsticks precariously resting on the edge of the table. The tub of ice cream and the rest of the snacks I’d devoured during my Emilia in America marathon now sat discarded in the trash along with my hopes and dreams of James being revived for a season four. So far, Nikolai and I have both had a turn and while I've been faithful to the rules and answered his question about my favourite colour without a moment of hesitation- it was pink, by the way - his lips had remained shut when I questioned him about his most embarrassing moment. But then again, I suppose a man of his calibre doesn't just hand out such information eas
Last Updated : 2024-11-30Married To The Russian Mafia Boss Chapter 31: Breakfast
AvaI blink, groaning softly as I try to adjust my eyes to the sunlight streaming in through the thin curtains of my bedroom window. A delicious aroma drifts through the air, teasing my senses and stirring a faint pang of hunger in my stomach.Blinking again, my gaze bounces off the walls of my bedroom taking in the dark blue curtains and the…Wait a minute, dark blue?The curtains in my bedroom are beige.I shoot out of bed, my hands clamping down on the silk sheets beside me. This isn't my bedroom.Where am I?It takes me a moment but I quickly put together that I'm in Nikolai's bedroom.Why am I in Nikolai's bedroom?I squeeze my eyes shut while simultaneously running my fingers through my loose curls as I try and conjure up what the hell happened last night.After Nikolai skipped my question for the second time, I came up with the rule that whoever skipped a question would have to take a shot of Sake.It seemed like a brilliant idea at the time—probably because I was already feeli
Last Updated : 2024-12-01Married To The Russian Mafia Boss Chapter 32: Airport Reunions
Nikolai“Papa”Kira barrels into my open arms as soon as she sees me standing in the private terminal, her little legs moving so fast that, for a second, I worry she might trip.“Pomedlenneye, moya malen'kaya printsessa. (Slow down, my little princess) I say, picking her up and kissing the crown of her head when she gets to me.She squeals and giggles while trying to free herself from my grip but I don't let her go.I've missed my daughter more than I want to admit. These last couple of days have been the longest she's gone without seeing me, and although we've done a lot of face timing, nothing compares to this moment. Having her in my arms once again.fShe wriggles in my embrace, her little hands pushing playfully against my chest. "Papa, you're squeezing me too tight!" she protests with a pout, though her laughing eyes betray her happiness."I can't help it," I reply, setting her down but keeping her close to me. I crouch down so that I'm eye level with her and also because I want
Last Updated : 2024-12-03Married To The Russian Mafia Boss Chapter 33: In Which She Is As High As A Kite
AvaCalling my husband to come pick me up from a holding cell wasn't exactly how I planned to spend my Wednesday evening, but what is life if not full of surprises?Tatiana sits across from me on the metal bench, her fingers idly twirling a strand of dark hair. Her lips curl into an amused smile and the sight makes me wonder what's so funny.Tatiana… Ta Ti Ana. Anaitat“Hey, do you know that your name spelt backwards sounds really funny?” I giggle, waving my hand in front of my face. Tatiana raises an eyebrow, her smirk turning into a full-blown grin as she watches my outburst.“Oh yeah, what is it?”I frown, furrowing my brows “What is what?”She shakes her head which in turn causes me to start giggling.“Nikolai is going to kill me.”The mention of my husband's name sparks a wave of nervous tension in my chest. I straighten against the bars, trying to move my legs from under my ass. It doesn't work.My leg feels numb.I struggle to rearrange my legs but the sound of a baton striki
Last Updated : 2024-12-04Married To The Russian Mafia Boss Chapter 34: In which He Wants To Know What She likes
NikolaiMy wife was trying to kill me.“Are you mad at me?” Ava murmurs, pressing her lips against the base of my throat. I bite back a groan, clenching my fist at my sides to keep from touching her. Her words are slow, and a bit slurred, reminding me that anything beyond this was Impossible.She's been like this since we got into the car. Her body partially draped over mine, warm and inviting, the scent of cherries mixed with the heat of her skin, making it impossible for me to think straight.I know I should stop her at this point but what can I say? I'm a sucker for pain.And my wife's touch.Her fingers glide across my chest, tracing invisible patterns across the skin where my shirt was unbuttoned. She looks up at me from beneath her lashes and it takes me a second to process that her hand is moving until it dips and brushes the waistband of my slacks.I grab hold of her wrist, stopping her before she can go any lower. My fingers tighten around her wrist just enough to serve as a
Last Updated : 2024-12-05Married To The Russian Mafia Boss Chapter 35: Mine*
WARNING THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MATURE THEMES, PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTIONAvaNikolai's lips are warm against mine, moving urgently like he can't get enough of me.My cheeks burn and the nagging voice at the back of my mind goes on a rant on why kissing my husband is a terrible idea.But I don't care.None of it matters.Not the fact that he's trying to kill my father, not the fact that he's a man I swore to hate and definitely not the fact that he's probably a psychopath.Nothing.All that matters is that his lips are on mine and I am thoroughly enjoying it.Licking the seam of my lips, he grips my hips roughly and lets out a sound between a groan and a growl. My lower belly clenches with desire. The ache that follows between my thighs is one only he can soothe.I need this. Need him.It should've scared me how desperate I was for him but I was much too high to give a fuck right now.Oops.Okay, so I may have lied when I said four on the scale. The truth is, I'm still very much in my
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Married To The Russian Mafia Boss Chapter 47: Gun Interruptions
Ava "Nikolai" I cry out, just as his phone buzzes in the back pocket of his pants. His lips seers a path of burning kisses into my skin, down my neck and my back nearly arches off the door when nips at my collarbone. One of my legs is slung over his hip and my dress is bunched over my waist as he grips the back of my thigh in one hand, his thumb rubbing slow circles against my skin. "Don't stop", I practically beg, tilting my head back against the door and allowing his lips to work my skin. We are both panting and his erection is pressing desperately against the inside of my thigh, seeking friction. Everything about the way he's touching me sets my entire body ablaze, and I'm mildly aware that his jacket is somewhere on the floor, right beside the little dignity I had when I stepped into his house. His hot breath fans my skin as his lips find the sensitive spot just below my ear, sending shivers down my spine. He rolls his pelvis against my clit, and a sigh of pleasure escapes m
Married To The Russian Mafia Boss Chapter 46: Home
Ava I insist on saying goodbye to Tatiana before we leave. As you would expect Nikolai isn't exactly thrilled at my need to be polite but I tell him that it's rude to leave without at least saying goodbye to the bride and groom Tatiana smiles when she sees us approaching, her expression a one of excitement and pleasant surprise. "Ava," She chortles, standing up from her seat beside her new husband and smoothing a hand down the front of her dress. Even after hours of festivities and celebrations, Tatiana still manages to look as beautiful as ever, rocking that radiant glow all brides seem to possess during their wedding. Except you're me of course. While Tatiana had spent the earlier hours of the evening floating effortlessly around the hall with her groom in hand, greeting close family and friends, I spent my time trying to recall the face of one single guest who attended my wedding. I couldn't. Tatiana was surrounded by people she loved on her big day, while I was surrounded by
Married To The Russian Mafia Boss Chapter 45: Library Kisses
Ava “Fucking finally”, Nikolai growls roughly as he grips my face, angling me towards him. His lips slam against mine, hot and utterly consuming. It takes me a moment to recover from the initial force, but when I do, I turn putty in his arms. He pries my lips apart with his tongue then slides it against mine with one quick flick that sends a shiver down my spine. My hand goes to his waist, gripping the edge of his jacket as I tug him closer. My body moves completely on instinct, shutting down all thoughts and pressing myself against him. Nikolai groans low in his throat and a pang of need twists in my gut. His hand moves to the front, sliding between my breasts with deliberate intent until he finds my neck. His fingers wrap around my throat, squeezing firmly but not too hard to hurt A whimper crawls up my throat and my body shudders in response. Until Nikolai, I never thought that I'd be the kind of girl who enjoyed mild choking or any form of choking for that matter, but there's
Married To The Russian Mafia Boss Chapter 44: Hidden Library and Sexual Tension
Ava I'm so fucking stupid. Blood pounds in my ears as my encounter with Faina just moments ago replays over and over in my mind like an endless loop. Tonight I was determined to avoid my husband. Stay away. That was the plan. But apparently plans mean nothing when I let my emotions get in the way. Seeing him with Faina had awakened something inside me. It's one thing to know that they both shared something in the past but it's another to see them so close together. Jealousy claws at my chest, sharp and unrelenting like a knife, twisting until I can't breathe. I hate this. I hate that I care when I know I shouldn't. Throughout the ceremony, I pretended not to notice his heavy gaze watching me. It didn't matter how hard I tried to avoid him; I could always feel him watching me, and for some reason, knowing he wasn't too far away made my heart thump faster in my chest in a way that infuriated me. Images of the way Faina looked up at him flashed in my mind. They'd been so close; h
Married To The Russian Mafia Boss chapter 43: Jealousy
Nikolai I'm unable to pull my gaze away from my wife throughout the entire ceremony whereas she has no trouble avoiding my gaze. Even now, at the reception, she flits around the room like a vision, effortlessly charming everyone she encounters. Everyone loves her, even Tatiana's grandmother which is a rare occurrence. The old hag hardly takes a liking to anyone but she can't seem to not laugh at everything my wife says. To be honest I can't blame her. We're supposed to be doing the charming together but my wife drifted off my arm the moment we stepped into the chapel and hasn't spoken to me since. She's still angry about our conversation in the car, and to be honest, her little avoidance trick is getting old. I miss my wife, and yes, I'll admit, I shouldn't have listened to her that night. I knew it then, and I know it now, but I'd come out from my bedroom hoping to get a glass of water from the kitchen when I heard her. At first, I thought I'd imagined it, but then it happened a
Married To The Russian Mafia Boss Chapter 42: Car rides and Arguments
Ava Today's episode of awkward car rides with Ava features Nikolai, my very sexy, very scary-looking husband who, with a single glance, has the ability to unravel me from the inside out. It's been five minutes since we left the house and my body still hums with delight at the memory of his lips pressing against the back of my neck like he only just did it. I'd been shocked, to say the least, when it happened, but immediately, I felt if the brush of his lips against my skin, any resolve I had evaporated into thin air. I steal a glance at him, admiring his sharp jawline and the way his shoulders flex beneath the fabric of his tux. He looks extremely good today and it took everything inside me not to maul him when I saw him standing outside my bedroom. "Are you okay?" I blink once then twice, trying to regain my composure while simultaneously hoping he hadn't noticed me ogling him. Nikolai decided to drive us to Tatiana's wedding. His hands grip the steering wheel with the kind of c
Married To The Russian Mafia Boss Chapter 41: In Which She Is Perfect
Nikolai I can't stop thinking about my wife. Her hands on my body, the way her skin flushed with desire when she saw me get on my knees before her in the kitchen. How she looked desperate for my touch. I never considered myself the kind of man who got down on his knees for his lover, but for her, I found myself wanting to worship every inch of her. This need I had burning inside me whenever she was near was maddening. She controls me in ways I'm sure she hasn't even discovered yet. Sure, I've slept with other women, but never in my twenty-nine years on this planet did I ever consider ruining a woman the way I want to ruin my wife. I want to dirty her up, watch her beg, hear her moan my name until she can't take it anymore. I want to break down every wall she has, stripping her bare from the carefully crafted armour she wore around her heart. I need her raw, vulnerable, and craving me the same way I crave her. I spent last night wondering what would've happened if my daughter h
Married To The Russian Mafia Boss Chapter 40: In Which She Touches Herself
AvaI want him.The realization dawns on me as I lie in bed hours later staring at the ceiling of my bedroom like it holds all the answers to the questions running through my mind.The air conditioner hums softly in the far corner of the room, cool air spilling in from its vents. My room isn't hot by any means but yet a single bead of sweat rolls down my temple, a testament to the inferno burning deep inside my chest as the weight of my thoughts bear down on me, too heavy to ignore. After my little self-pep talk in the kitchen, I slipped into my bedroom where I’d been for the last couple of hours.The events of this afternoon with Nikolai in the kitchen still haunt my mind, and as much I wish I could keep myself in check around him, every semblance of self-control I possess goes fluttering out the window the second he spares me a glance.I turn over, clutching the pillow tightly to my chest. It's dark outside, and if I had to guess, it's probably a little after ten. I didn't bother
Married To The Russian Mafia Boss Chapter 39: Kira Interrupted
Ava You learn a lot about yourself the first time your five-year-old stepdaughter is about to catch you spread out on the kitchen counter with her father on his knees between your legs, Seconds away from eating you out. For instance, I learned how many seconds it takes for me to shove my husband away while simultaneously yanking down my dress and hopping off the kitchen counter all the while pretending that nothing out of the ordinary had taken place. In total, It takes me five seconds. Nikolai falls back on his ass a few feet behind me, laughter bubbling up his throat as he watches my frantic state. “Shut up” I snap, my voice barely above a hiss as I tug my dress down, desperately trying to smooth over the fabric with my hands. “Relax, Solnyshko” Nikolai says, his voice infuriatingly calm. How he can be so calm when his daughter is seconds away from walking in on us? I have no idea. How did we get here? The last thing I remember is wanting to talk to him, but then he kissed me
