All Chapters of The Mafia Don's Captive Bride: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

NaomiIt was my wedding day.I had dreamed of this day since I was a little girl. I dreamt of what I would wear. I dreamt about my father smiling at me with tears in his eyes as he walked me down the aisle. I dreamt about my mother blinking away tears of joy when she saw me in a veil that floated down my back, the gossamer material caressing my bare shoulders. My best friend Ilsa would giggle and carry on as she helped me put on the garter belt, and we would toast the happiest day of my life with champagne and wine while my hair and makeup were being done.It was supposed to be the happiest day of my life.I drew in a shuddering breath and looked at the woman staring back at me in the full-length mirror, searching for any remote sign of happiness in her eyes.There was none. I couldn’t even fake it, and as an actress, I prided myself on faking just about any sort of emotion.Instead, the woman in the mirror stared back with other emotions: dread, apprehension, and fear.My father wasn

NaomiOne Day EarlierI schooled my emotions from those in the car as it wound up the steep driveway high above the city. I knew that they expected a scared Russian girl who had no idea what was going on, and it was hard to maintain that persona.Okay, maybe not that hard.I was scared, terrified at what might happen in the event that the man who took me found out that I wasn’t who he thought I was.He didn’t look like the type that would laugh at a joke or even crack a true smile. And whatever evil thing he had planned for Sveta? He was definitely expecting it to go his way.I looked out of the window, down at the twinkling lights below us. I had briefly thought about putting up a fight with the guard that had come to get me, noting that it wasn’t the one who had taken me to his boss earlier.He had gotten a face full of raked nails, trying to get me to go back to that prison of a room. He had glared at me immediately after, and for a moment I thought he was about to do something ter

GavrilI’d never been more entertained in my life.Sveta launched herself at me, the knife aimed for my chest, and for a moment, I thought about letting her stab me just to see if it would hurt.The thought of Sveta stabbing me did hold a certain appeal, and left me rock hard with need.It wasn’t the fact that she was going to do me any bodily harm. It was the fact that she was willing to do it. A nice reminder that she had Stanislav’s blood running through her veins.Just as she was poised to thrust the knife into my chest, I grabbed her wrist and effortlessly turned her arm sideways. She cried out—partly from surprise and partly from pain. One more twist and I could break her arm in two, but that wasn’t my intention.I wanted to see if she was really able to go through with it, and while others would have been worried about their lives, I wasn’t.Fuck, no. I was turned on by the threat to my life by her.There was, however, an undercurrent of worry that I couldn’t shake. I had been

GavrilPresent DayI straightened as I looked out over the crowd of people, keeping my emotions schooled. The organ swelled behind me, the priest clearing his throat every five fucking minutes like my bride wasn’t going to walk down the aisle. Honestly, I would have shot him by now, but killing a man of God in a church would probably be going too far.Then again, my soul was already damned to hell. What was one more sin?Turning my attention away from the priest, I took account of everyone that was present for my hasty wedding. Anatoly stood to my right, the only man that I had standing for me. My other brigadiers were scattered around the church, having brought their wives or girlfriends to witness their Pakhan getting married.None of my family was there, of course. They were in Russia, and since it had all been very quickly put together, I hadn’t thought about flying them over. Besides, having them so close to me and my enemies was unwise.After all, that was how Sveta had ended up

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