NaomiI pushed the food around on my plate, unable to eat another bite of the rich meal without throwing it back up. I thought that the wedding would be the most nerve-wracking part of today, but sitting beside my “husband” and watching him proceed to get drunk was perhaps worse.It wasn’t because he was drunk. No, I was kind of hoping that he would have too much to drink and would delay the whole consummation for at least one night so I could figure out how I was going to explain to him that I wasn’t a virgin.It was the fact that he could be violent. I had seen it before, and with the amount of alcohol he was consuming, there was no doubt that he wasn’t going to be the man I had wed today.Not that I knew him at all.Gavril Kirilenko was a man shrouded in brutality, but also there was a measure of intrigue I was finding with him. It had all started with the moment yesterday where he thought it was better for me to suck his cock as an apology than to do anything else. What kind of po
When Gavril grabbed my arm, I didn’t fight him, my thoughts scattering as to what to tell him about who he truly had forced into marriage. He was going to kill me.He moved into the next room and before I had time to react, he threw me onto the biggest bed I had seen, the comforter already pulled back to reveal black sheets ready for us to dirty up.I tried to scramble away, but Gavril grasped my knees and forced my legs apart, his hand reaching in to tear the scrap of lace I had put on this morning and cast it aside. My entire body went still, and I forgot to breathe as he stared at me, his gaze feral.“Mine,” he hissed as his hand crudely slipped up my leg and touched me.Heaven help me, I was already wet for him, the anticipation building inside at what he might do. I had experienced rough sex before, but the way he was looking at me, I felt like he could devour me. His fingers probed my slick entrance before roughly shoving inside, causing me to cry out at the intrusion. I knew wh
GavrilI looked out over the twinkling lights of LA, a task that usually soothed me, but this time it only pissed me off.How could I have screwed this plan up so fucking badly?Taking a long draw of my vodka, I let the fiery liquid burn a path to my stomach, not caring that I had consumed far too much alcohol tonight. Normally I didn’t like to. I was a man who liked to keep his head clear and his thoughts direct. I hated men who got drunk, knowing that they could make a mistake that could cost them their lives.Tonight, though, I drank for the sheer fact that I had accomplished all that I had set out to do, as well as to quench some of my need for my wife. All it had done was get me to a place that her scent, her looks had driven me nearly insane, and by the time I had gotten her into my room, all I wanted to do was sink myself into her virginal canal.A short laugh escaped me. Well, the fucking joke was on me. There was nothing virginal about Sveta.No, that wasn’t Sveta. All the co
Word was going to get out that I had married Sveta as it was already being circulated through our channels. That had been part of my plan, to put the rest of the Bratvas on notice that I was making a claim to the defunct Krasnaya Bratva.Now there was a concern that once Marchetti found out, he would know that the claim was false. But if I could trap Naomi into marriage with a kid, then I wouldn’t have anything to worry about. Withholding a child from his or her mother was enough to keep a woman in line. “I’m not worried,” I told her. “But I will take your suggestions under advisement.”Vera dipped her head. “Thank you, master. That is all I ask.”I didn’t respond as she walked away and disappeared back into the house. One thing that Vera did state truthfully was that Naomi could be used against me as a weapon. She could be taken by my enemies and held so that I would comply with whatever demand came about. Any boss that decided to marry and carry on his bloodline ran that risk. When
NaomiI woke to the sunlight streaming through the balcony doors, my head fuzzy and my body sore in places that hadn’t been that way in a long time. Wincing, I pulled myself up to a seated position, rubbing my head lightly. My eyes felt gritty from the tears I had shed until I fell asleep, disbelieving of what I had gotten myself into.I really should have tried to stop it when I had the chance. It was one thing for me to marry Gavril and become his wife.It was completely another situation for me to marry him and give him a child that was meant to carry Sveta’s bloodline. That was something I couldn’t do, no matter what anyone thought.Sighing, I threw back the covers and took care of my bathroom needs before staring at myself in the mirror.I saw a familiar broken woman who barely knew herself years ago staring back, before Ilsa saved me and pulled me back together.Well, that and a lot of therapy. A bubble of laughter escaped me as I thought about my therapist. Not even she could h
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
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
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.