TIMOFEI LETS ME SLIDE down his body, and my breasts brush against his chest ever so slowly, until I’m finally on my high heeled feet. I’m thankful that my sister bustled my dress right at the reception, or I would have fallen. He doesn’t let me go, his hands firmly grasping my hips, his head dipped slightly, and his dark blue eyes completely focused on mine.
“Turn around,” he murmurs softly. I search his eyes for another beat before I do as he asks.
I turn around. Instantly feeling his fingertips lightly drag down my spine. It sends shivers over my entire body. That is, until he reaches the closure of my dress. It only takes him a few seconds to unhook, unbutton and unzip me.
I close my eyes, holding my breath as my ass is exposed to him. His fingers slip my dress off of my shoulders, and I let it fall down my arms before I gently tug my hands through the sleeves. Then I let the entire garment pool at my feet.
“Step out of the dress and your shoes,” he rasps.
I step out of my silver, leather Jimmy Choo pumps and my dress at the same time. Without turning around, I reach for the blue garter around my thigh and tug it down my leg, leaving it with my dress.
Standing in only a pair of blue, satin, bikini cut panties, I wait. I hear fabric rustling behind me, and I hold my breath, waiting for what is next, my eyes pinched shut in fear and anticipation of what is to come.
“Turn around, Devyn,” he murmurs another command. Before it even registers, I do exactly as he’s asked of me.
In nothing but my panties, vulnerable and exposed to him, he takes me in from toes to face, his eyes pausing on my breasts before meeting my eyes. “Not that little girl I agreed to marry anymore, are you, devochka?”
I run the top of my teeth across my bottom lip as my gaze stays glued to his. I shake my head slightly and he tips his lips in a grin. I let my eyes travel down from his face to his bare chest, and then find he’s wearing nothing but black boxer briefs. He’s long and lean, just as I expected, but he has more muscle than I had originally thought. He even has a six-pack.
Pressing my thighs together, I wonder what his weight will feel like on top of me; what his blue eyes will look like when he’s inside of me; and if he’ll be gentle or rough. I imagine him as a rough lover—not that I have much experience.
I lost my virginity to one of my brother’s best friends, a son of a solider of my father’s. As cliché as it sounds, it happened on junior prom night, right after I found out about my contract to Timofei. I was angry and did the one and only rebellious thing I have ever done in my life.
I decided if my father was going to sell me, I wouldn’t be a pure virgin. I would do that of my own accord. But one time with one man does not make me experienced by any means, and it doesn’t ease my worry or fear over what is about to happen with my new husband.
However, right now, as I drag my eyes back up to Timofei’s, I find that I want him to touch me. He looks hungry, starving, as he takes me in. I want to know what being with a man, a real man like him, what it will consist of. It scares me as much as it excites me.
“I—it was only once, and I don’t know what I’m doing,” I whisper truthfully.
His eyes flash with something I can’t read, and then he closes the short distance between us, his hands on my hips, his fingers bruising my flesh as he looks down at me.
“You won’t speak of another man, do you understand me? No other man will touch you again, Devyn. You’re mine now,” he growls before his lips crash against mine as he picks me up and walks us toward the bed. The backs of my knees hit the mattress as he slowly breaks our kiss and backs away from me. “Center of the bed, panties off.”
I blink at his command, his tone harsher than it has been all evening. I scramble to the center of the bed on my knees and quickly yank down my panties. Throwing them to the side, I pinch my eyes closed, embarrassed that I am completely naked with him. Not even when I lost my virginity was I this exposed.
When I don’t feel the bed dip, I turn my head to the side and slowly open my eyes, they continue to widen when I watch Timofei hook his thumbs in his boxers and push them down his legs.
His cock juts out straight, long, and thick. I swallow the whimper that threatens to escape. It’s so much bigger than I thought possible. Granted, I didn’t see Flynn’s dick, but I felt it. No way was it as big as Timofei’s.
He ignores the look of panic on my face as he crawls up the bed on his knees. He reaches out to grab ahold of my waist and wordlessly bends his head down and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth.
I gasp and automatically move to cradle the back of his head with my hand. I let my head fall back and he sucks my breast in deeper. His tongue is so warm, wet, and magnificent against my skin.
My breath hitches when he switches breasts, and I feel a finger against my center. He gently slides it through my slit while he sucks on my other hard nipple. I pant when his finger slips inside of me. His mouth leaves my breast and he kisses up my neck while his finger pumps in and out, curling inside of me every so often.
“Timofei,” I whimper.
“Mmm,” he hums as he kisses my jawline and up to my ear. “Call me Fei when I’m buried inside of you, devochka moya,” he growls, causing me to shiver.
Timofei groans and removes his hand from my center before he tugs at my legs. I find myself falling onto my back, now staring up into his cool blue eyes. He presses his hands against the insides of my thighs and then he lowers his chest down. His mouth presses against my clit, causing me to sit straight up with a surprised yelp. His hand presses at the center of my chest and forces me to lie back down.
I can think of nothing aside from his mouth between my legs. I bite my lip, thinking how incredibly awkward it is for me. Why would he want to do this? We aren’t in love, and it isn’t his duty. My sister told me he would probably never even attempt this in our relationship—ever.
“Relax, devochka, let your husband make you come,” he murmurs against my pussy right before he sucks my clit between his teeth.
I let out an involuntary moan as my hands fly to his hair, and my fingers grip the strands tightly. He groans before his tongue fills my pussy. It’s so warm, so wet, and feels so good that I can’t help but let my entire body sag and accept what he’s giving me.
His mouth moves back to my clit, and I feel his tongue as it flicks me. I cry out when he slips a finger into my slick center. He makes a come hither motion inside of me, and it causes my eyes to widen in surprise. “Oh, Fei,” I gasp, causing him to grunt.
I thrash from side to side, unsure of what’s happening inside of my body, but knowing that I’m on the crest of something that feels like I might actually explode. I whimper and tug on Timofei’s hair. Then my entire body tightens as I feel something uncurl inside of me and release.
Crying out in surprise, my eyes widen and I focus on Timofei. He’s looking at me through his lashes, with his mouth still between my thighs.
When I finally have my faculties, I relax the grip I held on his hair. He presses his lips to the inside of my thigh as he removes his finger from my center.
“So beautiful when you come, devochka,” he murmurs as he positions himself between my thighs.
I feel the head of his cock at my center, and I lift my hands to wrap around his biceps. “Now you’re going to be beautiful and come on my cock,” he grunts as he fills me.
I cry out in pain as he stretches me. I was right. He’s big. Too big. My entire body shakes, and he looks down at me, concern filling his eyes. “Relax, devochka,” he murmurs as his head lowers and he presses his warm lips against mine.
My eyes water the further he pushes inside of me. I bite down on my bottom lip, and pinch my eyes closed, trying to keep from crying out in pain. Then I feel Timofei’s nose slide along mine, all the way up my cheek and temple, until his mouth is at my ear.
“Relax for me,” he whispers in my ear. His warm breath washes over me just as I feel one of his hands at my breast, kneading my flesh before he tugs on my nipple.
My body starts to relax slowly. I feel him slip a little further inside of me, eliciting a groan from his throat as he rises to his knees and lifts his head to look into my eyes.
I like how focused he is on me; and though it still feels uncomfortable, I find myself getting lost in the depths of his eyes. He’s seen a lot, I can tell, and he’s not hiding it all from me like he could.
I see pain and sorrow in his gaze. I see guilt—so much guilt. Reaching up, I wrap my hand around the side of his neck, and it’s as if the simple touch breaks whatever spell that was letting me see inside of him. His face goes blank, and he gives me a smirk before he pulls almost completely out of me and then thrusts back inside. He’s firm, but not too hard.
“Fei,” I gasp when he does it again.
One of his hands slides down to my waist and grips me tightly while the other is propped beside my head. He tips his chin down and watches our connection, causing a blush to heat my neck and face. Timofei hums as he starts to move a little faster. “Can you touch yourself for me, devochka?” he asks, lifting his head slightly, not breaking his rhythm.
Shaking my head, I feel my face heating even more as he grins at me. His hand moves from my waist, and I feel his thumb press against my clit. I arch my back, throwing my head against the pillow and crying out at the new sensation. It feels too good, like too much, and yet I want more.
“Goddamn, Devyn. Come on my cock. You’re too fucking tight. I can’t last much longer,” he growls.
I whimper, “I can’t. Fei, I can’t.”
Timofei growls, and then there is a twinge of pain on my clit. It causes me to have that same release as before, except it’s faster and stronger. I lift my legs and wrap them around his hips as my eyes pop open and I lift my head. “Fuck yes,” he growls before his lips crash against mine and his thrusts become erratic, wild, hard, and uneven.
He moves his hand from between us to wrap at the back of my head. His fingers are unable to tangle in my hair, as it’s pinned back. His lips press against mine, warm and frim before his tongue teases my lips.
When I open my mouth, he slips his tongue inside me with a long moan. I swallow all of his grunts as he starts to ram into me, hard and fast. His movements are hurried and erratic before he rips his lips from mine and throws back his head with a long moan.
I keep my eyes open and watch him. His throat is in my view, and I take in every part of him that I can see. He arches back as his moan fills the room, and I feel him grow inside of me for only a second before he fills me with his release. He then lowers his face and gives me a lopsided grin, making him look almost boyish.
Timofei’s hips continue to lazily pump in and out of me, his grin in place and his eyes on mine as he moves his hand from the back of my head to the side of my neck. I know my eyes must be wide and surprised as his thumb presses against my slightly parted lips. His grin fades and a serious look overcomes his features.
“Mine, devochka moya. You’re mine now,” he murmurs as his eyes search my face.
Devyn and I clean up after our wedding night coupling. It feels wrong to call what we did a fuck, and yet it isn’t love making, either. I don’t love her, and she doesn’t love me. We were joined in a contractual agreement.
I have a year to knock her up or all bets are off with her father’s continued alliance with the Bratva. We need him and his group’s support more now than ever. Especially since the minute my honeymoon is complete it’s time for me to take over. It’s time for me to rid the Bratva of my father’s reign. I have a feeling it will get messier and bloodier than I wish for it to be.
I watch my new wife as she roots through one of her bags and pulls out a white negligée, slipping it over her curvy body before she returns back to the bathroom. I slide beneath the sheets of our hotel bed and take my phone out to check my messages. Tonight may be my wedding night, but that doesn’t mean that I am allotted to take a break from my duties.
There’s a text message from Konstantin, my voice on the inside and my father’s newly most trusted man.
K: Boss says he’s going to be taking a trip to France, check up on you during your honeymoon. No news on dates/flights. Let you know when I know.
Thank you. Keep me posted. I reply.
I practically growl and squeeze my phone tightly. That fuck. That fucking fuck. That micromanaging fuck. Getting out from beneath my father and living in Denver for the past few years was the best thing I ever did.
It took me a while to clear my head, to stop being angry about my mother’s death, and to clean my shit up from drugs and booze. Once I was clean, sober, and finally fucking awake, I started seeing life, the Bratva, and my father in a completely different light.
My father thinks he’s a dictator. He thinks he’s in fucking charge of the entire organization. He proved that when he forced my sister to marry a man who betrayed the Bratva. Then he ordered a hit on her new husband, a Brigadier, after he forced him to jump through a bunch of hoops to stay with her.
I don’t know what kind of foolishness he’s up to now, but I don’t like it. He’s the reason we’re in bed with the Irish; and while I don’t mind it so much right now, and being joined with them will benefit us, it wasn’t my choice to wed my wife for an alliance.
“Timofei, is there anything else you want before bed?” a soft voice calls out from the bathroom doorway.
I look up in confusion and see Devyn standing there. She’s got her white negligée on, and her black hair is long, with big curls hanging down around her elbows. She looks like a goddamn dream, and my cock begins to grow at the sight of her. The slip she’s got on highlights the curves of her body and leaves her legs, which are long for her short frame, on display for me.
“Just you, devochka,” I grunt.
Her eyes widen and she walks on shaky legs toward the bed, turning the lights off as she comes. I flip the lamp on next to my bed so that she doesn’t trip on anything on her way. Her breathing is labored and heavy as she climbs between the sheets.
Before she can lay down, I wrap my hands around her waist and drag her over to me, forcing her to straddle my hips. I know when she’s felt my erection because her eyes widen and she sucks in a gasp of air.
“Your pussy sore?” I murmur, slipping my hands up her thighs and under her negligée to grasp onto her hips.
She bites her bottom lip, and I watch as she wages a war inside of her head. This woman wants to please me, wants to be perfect for me. I’m sure she was given instructions on being a perfect wife, so I’m curious as to what she’ll say.
There’s more than some meek, weak minded woman beneath her exterior. I have a feeling that there’s fire, and I want it.
I want all of her.
“A little,” she whispers.
I know that she’s lying. It hurts more than a little. I press my thumbs against her hips, massaging her gently.
“Don’t lie to me, Devyn. If you hurt, you hurt. I don’t want to fuck you when you’re in pain. I want you to enjoy yourself when I’m inside of you, devochka.” I don’t miss the way her eyes widen when I say the word fuck, and I instantly regret the harsh term. “Sleep, baby,” I grunt as I release her.
She doesn’t move right away. I leave my hands at my sides and wait for her to slide off of me. She does, but it’s with hesitancy.
Devyn sits next to me but doesn’t lie down. She watches me out of the corner of her eyes, and then she finally speaks. “What about, you, ummm…” she tips her head to my dick, and I chuckle.
“Maybe tomorrow morning, before we head to Paris, you’ll be feeling better. Get some sleep, devochka.”
I watch as she furrows her brow, clearly confused, and then she finally decides to lay down. She rests her black head of thick hair on the pillow before tugging the sheet and blankets up and over her soft body.
Rolling to my side, I wrap my arm around her and tug her close to me. Pressing my lips against the side of her neck, I whisper, “Spokoynoy devochka moya,” against her skin, telling her goodnight.
It takes Devyn far too long to fall asleep. Once she does, her body completely relaxes, and I slip out from underneath her. Grabbing my phone and my underwear, I make my way into the living area of our suite, intent on making a phone call. I take care to close the bedroom door behind me on my way out, so that she doesn’t hear me on the phone.
“How the fuck are you able to talk tonight of all nights?” he asks instead of greeting me with a simple hello.
“Doesn’t matter. We have much to discuss,” I grunt.
“We certainly do. When do you arrive in Paris?”
“We’re leaving New York around noon tomorrow, and that will put us in Paris Monday around six in the morning,” I explain. I fucking hate the travel day because I lose a day, and it throws my entire body’s schedule off every goddamn time.
“Meet me at the café at nine in the morning, Paris time. I’ll send you the address while you’re in the air.” He ends the call, and I let out a long sigh as I walk over to the windows that overlook the city below.
I hope I’m not making a huge fucking mistake. I hope that the people who are claiming that they’ll back me actually do fucking back me. I hope that I can keep my family safe—my brothers in the Bratva but, more importantly, my sister and my nephew.
I hope my new wife doesn’t think I’m a monster when she finds out what I’m willing to do to keep everybody I care about safe. I hope she doesn’t hate me when she realizes the things I must do to keep the Bratva on solid ground and operational.