All Chapters of Married To The Russian Mafia Boss : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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

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

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

Ava I glance down at Kira's sleeping frame, all curled up in my lap, and let out a sigh. She had fallen asleep during the ride home and was currently fisting the fabric of my dress in her tiny hands for dear life. We visited three more stores after lunch and only came across the third store by accident. It was there we found the perfect dress for both Kira and Kat to wear to Tatiana's wedding. Kira had chosen a baby blue dress made from layers and layers of Tulle, While Kat had settled for something more sophisticated. An emerald green dress with an off-the-shoulder neckline made from luxurious silk and had a thigh-high slit. She had fallen in love with the dress almost instantly and I blushed when she mentioned how she couldn't wait for Ivan to take it off after the wedding. Unlike me, Kat and Ivan had a very active sex life. Some might even say too active. I’ve lost count of the amount of times I’ve walked in on them nearly getting it on back at the house in Chicago. It took mor

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