Arranged Bratva Love

Adelaide

I didn’t want to love the house, but I do. It’s not too high that I can’t enjoy parts of it. I’ve not gotten a marker to ruin the floor, giving myself a no-go area. It’s childish to still be afraid of heights, but it’s a feeling that has never faded.

Walking around our house-and it does feel that way-is so freeing. I finally feel like I belong. I don’t care about the guards anymore. At first, seeing them with their weapons on hand was absolutely terrifying. It was a constant reminder every single day of the life I lived. Being a brigadier’s wife, part of the Bratva. There was no getting away from it. This was my life and to be near Andrei, I knew I had no choice but to remain here.

Whenever I thought of a marriage or a husband, Andrei wasn’t the man that came to mind, but my feelings for him could not be pushed to the side. Even though he had been cold to me in the beginning. I knew I had fallen in love with the attentive, sweet man he had shown me in recent weeks.

Leo had once told me that Andrei couldn’t afford to be kind. That there were people always looking to hurt, to kill, to take him from me. I couldn’t allow that to happen. It was rare for me to get the opportunity because he always had his guard up, but one lone night, I’d watched him sleep. Seeing him like that, I’d been overcome with a need to protect him, to take care of him. So, regardless of him not loving me, I knew I was going to love him enough for the both of us, and I was happy with that. Content.

Walking downstairs, I smiled just thinking about him. What was wrong with me? My feelings made no sense at all. I couldn’t wipe the smile from my lips, because it felt so good to finally be able to accept that I was in love with Andrei Belov.

The front door opened and as if my thoughts conjured him right out of thin air, he moved toward me. There was a look in his eye I’d never seen before, and I didn’t know if I should be afraid of him or not. He stepped up to me, and I didn’t flinch as he raised a hand, and then gripped the back of my neck, tugging me close, and slamming his lips down on mine. I gasped, putting my hands on his stomach, and slowly reaching up, wrapping them around his neck.

He lifted me up as if I weighed nothing and then proceeded to carry me up the stairs toward our bedroom. He kicked the door closed and then let me go on the edge of the bed. Staring up at him, he stepped back, removing his jacket. I stood, and followed his direction, stripping my clothes from my body in time with him. We were both naked, and then our bodies crashed together, the heat radiating between us.

Andrei’s arms surround me, pulling me close. One gripped my neck, and the other moved down, going toward my ass, which he gripped tightly, making me moan. The hard ridge of his cock pressed against my stomach. I felt the pre-cum as he was so slick. He moved me back, so I had no choice but to fall to the bed, and he pressed me down, breaking the kiss as he trailed his lips down my neck. He didn’t waste time, going from my pulse down toward my breasts.

He pressed them together and I loved it when he didn’t seem to be able to get enough of me. It was a heady experience. He sucked at each of my nipples in turn, lavishing each one with attention, making me crave him even more. I was hungry for more of him. I didn’t want it to stop, but Andrei had other ideas. He kissed down my body, going toward my pussy. Even before he got there, my legs were open to accommodate his body, and he groaned. His hands went to my knees and hovered just above my sex. “Fuck, I love your pussy,” he said.

I smiled and then cried out as his lips went straight to my clit, sucking at the swollen bud. It felt so good.

He moved down, going to my cunt, plunging his tongue inside, once, twice, three times, before moving up, going to my clit. Each touch brought me closer to orgasm. With his tongue on my nub, he used his fingers to plunge inside, stretching me out, making me moan and beg for more. I couldn’t control it.

There was no holding back as he hurtled me toward an orgasm that shook me right to my core. Even before my release was over, he moved up between my thighs, and I felt him as he slammed inside me.

This wasn’t gentle. This was consuming.

He took me so hard and so strong. Grabbing my hands and pressing them either side of my head, holding me down as he fucked me hard. I wrapped my legs around his waist and whimpered his name, wanting him, craving him. I was drunk on my need for him.

Andrei fucked me harder, slamming into me, going as deep as possible, his gaze on me as he took me. Something shone within his gaze. I didn’t know what it was, but he didn’t look away. I was his sole focus and I loved it.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He growled out the last. His face pressed against my neck as he found release. It was over so quick, it took me by surprise. We’re both panting and his weight is on me, but I love the feel of him. He still held my hands down and I licked my lips. “I’m not done with you yet,” he said.

I loved the sound of that.

He lifted his head to look at me. He released one of my hands to capture my cheek. Did he want to say something? I don’t know what’s going on but then he brushes his lips against mine, and everything fades away.

Andrei doesn’t pull out of me and I moan as he presses deep within me again. I don’t know how it’s possible, but he is still hard.

Time passes. Neither of us speak.

He kissed me again, slowly this time. There was no rush in his movements and I’m addicted to the feel of it. I don’t want him to stop. I want to be with him so completely. I wonder if there was a way for us to freeze in time in this moment, where there is nothing bad about to happen. We don’t need any more heartache. We’re together and it is calm and peaceful. We have each other and nothing could ever go wrong.Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

“I … I…” I don’t know if I can say the words. Would he laugh and mock me? “I enjoy living here, Andrei. Thank you for buying this house.”

It’s not what I truly wished to say, and he looked at me with such disappointment. Was he hoping I’d tell him I loved him? That I wanted to stay with him?

I’m so confused.