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The Mafia Don's Captive Bride Episode 13
Ilsa“Ugh. Who would have ever thought it would be this hard to get out of bed?”My husband Roman slid his arm around my expanding waist and pulled me flush to his hard body, pressing his lips against my shoulder. “Who said you had to get out of this bed?”I sighed happily, interlacing our fingers together. “I mean, I have to get out of the bed. The designer is coming for the baby’s room in like an hour.”His chuckle stirred the hair around my ear. “You can always tell him to fuck off.”I turned in his arms, gazing at his handsome face. “No! Do you not realize how hard it was to get an appointment with him? He’s the premier designer on the island.”Roman’s eyes sparkled with laughter as he pressed his lips to my forehead. “Fine, but you could just stay in bed with your obscenely gorgeous husband instead of some stuffy designer. Just think of the things I could do to you.”My toes curled, my entire body flushing at the thought of what Roman did to me, and against my better judgment I r
The Mafia Don's Captive Bride Episode 14
NaomiThree weeks later.I clung to Gavril’s muscular back—not daring to look up at his face—as he drilled into me. I knew what I would find if I did: a man whose expression remained stone cold, with jaw clenched and eyes fixed on the painting above the bed as he silently used me.For the last three weeks, this had been our routine.Sometimes, he took me against the wall or bent over the chair in the corner. I think the only place he hadn’t fucked me was in the shower. But it was probably only a matter of time before he did.I felt a slight tremor go through his body and knew he was close. Sure enough, a few seconds later, Gavril groaned and I felt a familiar wet warmth flood inside me. I squeezed my eyes shut as he emptied himself to the last drop. Soon he would leave, having accomplished what he had come into my room to do.It wasn’t that I didn’t enjoy it. Gavril was a skilled lover, probably one of the best I had ever had. He knew how to hit the right spots. He knew how to make my
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My words seemed to surprise him, and I was glad. I wanted to find common ground with him to not make this miserable and for him not to look at me like a piece of meat.Did he have any softness in him? I didn’t know, and honestly, I doubted it. But he was my husband, whether I wanted him to be or not. So it wasn’t like I had a choice.If I displeased him, he would teach me a lesson.If I ran, he would hunt me down.If I defied him…Well, what was the use of thinking about things that wouldn’t happen?Finally, Gavril moved toward me and held out his hand. “Come, Sveta,” he said softly, his eyes betraying no emotion. “I’m going to take you out to dinner tonight.”If the pool had been any deeper, I would have drowned, my knees weakening in the water. “What?”“Dinner,” he continued, a tease to his voice. “At a restaurant.”Who was this man, and what had he done with my husband? “You want us to go out in public?”A flash of emotion slid across his face and then disappeared. “Of course I do.
The Mafia Don's Captive Bride Episode 16
GavrilMoments Before“We are very pleased that you and your lovely companion decided to join us tonight. It’s an honor to have you in my restaurant.”I listened to the rambling of the restaurant owner in my ear as he walked me down to his personal wine cellar below the restaurant. As we descended, the chatter of the restaurant was slowly drowned out and replaced by the hum of the dim lights overhead.When I had decided to take Naomi out, there was only one place I was going to bring her to, a place that would give her maximal benefit to be seen by the elite of LA. The waitlist usually took years to clear out. But I was on another list. I’d done the owner quite a number of favors over the years—both legal and illegal. And seeing as how I supplied most of the rarer bottles in the cellar, he knew better than to deny me entry.We reached a heavy wooden door, and he pushed it open, the automatic lights flickering on and revealing row upon row of dusty bottles in the dim light. He led me t
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Gavril“Mr. Kirilenko,” the restaurant manager said, sweat dotting his forehead. “Please forgive me. That man will be barred from the restaurant. For life.”“Good,” I said, an easy smile gracing my lips now. My blood was still drumming through my veins, and I wanted to fuck Naomi so hard that she saw stars, but I had promised her a dinner, and that was what she was going to get.So I turned back to my wife, finding her watching me with wide eyes. Some color had come back to her cheeks, and she didn’t look thoroughly disgusted by what had happened.Interesting. “Are you okay?” I asked, straightening the cuffs of my jacket.“I am,” she replied softly.The staff scurried around me, righting the things on our table, including a new tablecloth, and I sat down across from her, waiting until they had poured the wine before handing her a glass. “Try this,” I offered, holding it out to her.She took the glass, her fingers brushing over mine and sending my mind in the same direction it had been
The Mafia Don's Captive Bride Episode 18
NaomiI sat beside Gavril as the car started to wind its way down the interstate, heading back to the mansion. I was pleasantly full from dinner, and he had been right; the filet had practically melted in my mouth with each bite.But the filet wasn’t the only star in the room tonight. No. The bigger one had been my husband and what he did. All throughout dinner, we had been watched by the restaurant, presumably because everyone was waiting for Gavril to do something else they had never seen before.Truthfully speaking, I did too. I had seen a familiar flash in his eyes after he dispatched that man. For a brief, terrifying moment, I was convinced he was about to bend me over the table and take me there.And I would have loved it.He hadn’t, of course. Instead, he had been unfailingly polite to me and the waitstaff, even waving off the owner’s offer of a free meal because of his troubles.It was like he had done a complete one-eighty in a day, and now I didn’t know who I was dealing wit
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Naomi I felt gorgeous in his eyes at this moment. Once we stepped out of this car, who knew what would happen, but right now, as the car moved through the city, sending flashes of light through the windows, I felt gorgeous.I watched as my hands slipped down to his silk shirt as I slid from his lap, barely able to fit in the small space between the seat and his legs. Gavril let his legs fall open to give me more room, and I sank to my knees before him, my hands finding his length straining against his pants. My throat went dry as I traced him with my fingers, realizing he must be painfully hard.What had done that? Was it because he got off on the power?Was it me?I hoped I affected him like he affected me. I hoped that he lay awake at night, long after our sex session, and thought about more between us.Maybe I should give him something to think about.My nipples hardened under my dress as I reached for his belt buckle, waiting for him to stop me. Instead, Gavril lifted his hips to
The Mafia Don's Captive Bride Episode 20
GavrilThe car pulled up in front of the mansion, and I let out a slow breath. That had been the longest fucking drive of my life after Naomi had gotten off her knees before me, looking as if she had found the secret to immortality in my cock.Presently my cock was pressed to my thigh painfully, begging for release, and had come close when I had touched Naomi’s wetness between her thighs, tasting her on my lips.Tonight, nothing was going to stop me from having her the way I wanted to, as many times I wanted to. I had been holding back with Naomi, reminding myself of my prime goal of getting her pregnant so that it would solidify my fucked up plans.I hadn’t taken a moment to enjoy her, to see how far she could be pushed and what she could do in the bedroom.That was going to change.Opening the door, I reached in for Naomi, grasping her hand and helping her out of the car. “Go to your bedroom,” I told her, brushing her hair back from her face. “I will only be a moment.”She nodded, a
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