Arranged Bratva Love

Ive

I promised myself I wouldn’t touch my wife. Charlotte was way too young for me, and she needed time to grow up. Ivan was a clever fucking bastard. He knew what he was doing in forcing Charlotte to be close to me. Even though I attempted to be at work all the time, there was no getting away from my wife.

When she lived in a different place, it was easier. Coming home, day after day, week after week, Ivan had known the barriers would soon come crumbling down, and that is exactly what happened.

Charlotte was my wife. Yes, she was young, but she never acted like a child. I found myself looking forward to her company. I’d never been the kind of guy to go and enjoy restaurants. If I wasn’t home for Michael to cook for me, I took the drive-thru on most options. It wasn’t healthy, but it was food. With Charlotte close, I was able to take her to different places, to see her dressed in the prettiest of dresses, admire her, and enjoy her company.

The barrier I’d tried tokeep in order to protect her was well and truly smashed. Feeling her in my arms was even better than I imagined. I wasn’t a virgin. Before Charlotte I hadn’t lived like a monk. Since she had entered my life, there hadn’t been anyone else. There hadn’t even been a single temptation. She was all I wanted. And that bothered me. She was young. I didn’t want to be like my father. He’d been a sick fuck. I didn’t crave young girls. Charlotte wasn’t a girl. She was all woman.

She spun in my arms, and I didn’t let her get too far, so her body was pressed against mine. I felt the tips of her nipples as they pressed against my chest. Her hands reached for my belt, but she was so new to all of this, her hand stroked right across my hardened dick.

“I’m so sorry,” she said, jerking her hand back.

“You can touch me anytime you’d like.” I took hold of her hand and pressed it against my dick.

I’m not rough. I made sure to keep my grip soft. I didn’t want to scare her. Charlotte doesn’t look afraid. She looks in control.

Letting go of her hand, she keeps her palm pressed against my dick. At first, she does absolutely nothing, but then she begins to touch me, stroking her hand across my length, exploring me.

I love her touch on my body, and this was new to me. With women, I didn’t allow them to explore. They bent over and took my dick. It was as simple as that. Charlotte was different. I wanted her totouch me, to get used to me. I stroked my fingers across her back, traveling up her spine and back down. The moment I touched her, she jerked, just a little. Not in pain. I knew it was because she wasn’t used to gentle touches, caresses. Charlotte is used to ugly violence.

I’d neverraise my hand against her. She would always be protected, no matter what. I dropped my hand lower, toward the fullness of her ass, and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Do you trust me?” Iasked.

“Yes.”

I love that she didn’t evenhesitate. This woman trusted me and I was going to make sure I honored that.

Moving her back toward the bed, I dropped a kiss to her lips, and then eased her down. I changed the position so she was further on the bed.

Grabbing my belt, I opened it, followed by the zipper fly, and pulled it down. The pants I wore dropped to the ground. Kicking them aside, I took care of my boxer briefs, and I was now naked for my woman.

Kneeling on the bed, I crawl toward her and spread open her knees. She’s shaking just a little so I take my time, allowing her to become accustomed to my touch. Spreading her open, I ease down toward her pussy.

I smell her and my mouth fucking waters. I’d never enjoyed licking a woman’s pussy. I know, double standards, seeing as I expected my dick sucked, but Charlotte wasn’t some random whore I’d picked. She was my wife, and I wanted her.

Easing the lips of her sex open, I stare down at her pussy, and then Iswipe my tongue through her creamy slit. Charlotte is aroused. She is wet for me.

I stroke her clit, sliding my tongue back and forth, and around in circles, heightening her arousal. She is so sensitive, each touch of my tongue makes her quiver and moan. I want to hear her orgasm. I want to taste her sweet nectar. It’s all I can think about. All I freaking crave.

This is not like me. I don’t know what she’s done to me, but all I want to do is give her pleasure. To see that precious smile on her lips. To know that I was the man who put it there. I know it’s insane and crazy to even care so much about this, but I do.

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My names spills from her lips and it sounds like a caress to my ears. I can’t get enough. I know she’s close to orgasm, but I don’t wait or prolong her pleasure. I want her to know how good it can be. Thrusting her over the edge, I hear her pleasured moans. Her body shakes beneath me, and I don’t ease up, not just yet, letting her enjoy every second of pleasure. I was going to let her have just one orgasm, but now that I’ve gotten a taste for herpussy, I can’t stop, and I want more. Sucking her sensitive clit into my mouth, I hold her down, and this time, I wait for her to be ready for a second orgasm. Working her body, learning what she likes and what she doesn’t, making sure it feels perfect, and then, I take her over the edge into that second orgasm. It took a little longer for the second, but as she reaches it, I fucking revel in it.

For what is about tocome next, this is going to be painful. Charlotte is a virgin. She’s never felt a man’s cock. She will only ever feel mine.

I’d never been a possessive man. Not when it came to a woman, but Charlotte had broken down all my walls, and now I didn’t want anyone else. No one else would ever touch her. She belonged to me. I claimed her as my own. She was mine. All mine.

Moving between her spread legs, I stared into her pleasure-hazed eyes.

“Tell me to stop,” I said.

“No. I want this.” Her hands went to my waist. “Please.”

My wife didn’t beg.

Reaching between us, I moved my cock to the lips of her sex, and slowly slid through. She was soaking wet. Her orgasms had made her completely slick. I only hoped her arousal eased my path.

Once my dick was coated inher release, I pressed the tip to her cunt. I could go slow, prolong the experience, but that to me, seemed cruel. Slamming all the way inside her, I tore through the thin flesh of her virginity. Charlotte cried out. It was a sound I would never get out of my head. The pain of it. I hated it.

Wrapping my arms around her, I held her tightly, not wanting to let her go. She was all mine now. There was no letting go. No giving back.

I press kisses against her forehead, not wanting her to feel any pain, and hating that I’d been the one to cause it. I hated myself. But she was mine. Time passed, and Iwaited.

Charlotte was the one to make the first move. She began to thrust against me. Letting her go, I stare down at her. Tears trailed out of her eyes, and I hated that I’d been the one to cause them. Taking hold of her hands, I locked our fingers together, and slowly I began to pull out of her, making love to her.

Sliding in andout, taking my time. I watch her eyes, waiting to see if she’s in any kind of pain. There is none that I see. She released a gasp and I pause.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I said.

“You’re not. It feels so good. Please don’t stop.”

Taking her pussy, I drive inside her, feeling my own orgasm start to build. Her pussy is incredibly tight and I just can’t hold back. I don’t want to. A woman’s first time was meant to be the best of her life, which always made me wonder how the fuck that was. They always felt pain. It was freaking new.

Charlotte’s first time wasn’t the best one, but I knew every single time after that would be better than before.

****

The Butcher

The carnage beforeme is pretty. I like it.

The men are all dead-all seven of them-but then, they deserved it. Taking girls off the street, raping them, posting videos of them on the internet. They were all sick fucks. The cops ignored the complaints. They ignored one man’s pleas, but I didn’t.

I hated men who abused women. I hated copswho were dirty.

Clapping echoed around the silent room and I smiled.

“Ivan Volkov,” I said. I should have known he’d turn up. He’d been trying to reach me for a couple of weeks, but I hadn’t been taking his calls. I didn’t work for the Bratva, nor did I work for anyone else.

Turning around, I seethat Ivan sat in the only vacant chair. He wasn’t there when I first arrived. I always make sure to clock my surroundings. Ivan is a dangerous man. To many, he’s scary, but he’s safe from me. I have no desire to kill him. Even though he was ruthless man with a scary reputation, he was also fair. He didn’t abuse his power. If he did, I’d have to deal with him.

“You’re a hard person to track down,”he said.

“What do you want?” I didn’t work for Ivan Volkov, but that didn’t mean I didn’t do work for him from time to time. I’d done so in the past. His past was an interesting one, but it certainly hadn’t defined the man he’d become. Or had it?

“I have a business proposition for you.”

“I’m not interested.”

Ivan chuckled. “You haven’t heard what I want.”

“You have a territory that’s vacant. You have a list of enemies a mile long, and then some, and you don’t need me to come and clean up that shit. You’ve been to see The Beast, so I’m guessing you’ve offered him a place. You don’t need me.”

“And you don’t think you and him could work together?”

“No, we couldn’t.”

“You know, it’s intriguing to me, which one of you would be more … deadly.”

I glare at him.

The Beast and I were similar. I believe our kill rates were the same, or close. After tonight, I might be ahead of him a little. The Beast could be bought, I rarely could.

Folding my arms across my chest, I look at Ivan, because the truth was, I was intrigued. People were terrified of me. No one knew exactly who or what I was. Running a territory would be new, kind of exciting, and I’d certainly get shit in line, but that meant swearing loyalty to Ivan Volkov, and that was something I vowed never to do. Not because of him being Bratva, but because he was a man.

Ivan smiled. “This is good work. I’ll see you around.”

****

Lottie

I was no longer a virgin.

I’d had sex. And I had enjoyed it. Not the pain. No, the pain had been awful, but once that had subsided I had loved everything else. He’d given me not one, but two orgasms, and they had felt amazing.

Rolling onto my side, I look across at my sleeping husband. I had drifted off after we’d changed the bedsheets. It was a little late in the afternoon. My stomach growled.

“You need feeding,” Ive said.

“You’re awake.” I reached out and pressed a hand toward his chest, but I didn’t get the chance to touch him as he stopped me.

“I wasn’t asleep.”

“You were,” Isaid. “I’m pretty sure I heard you snore.”

Ive lifted my wrist to his lips and pressed a kiss on the inside. “How could I sleep with you snoring?”

I gasped. “Take that back. I do not snore.”

“Oh, you do.”

This made me laugh. I just couldn’t help it, I found it so funny.

Moving across the bed, I straddlehis waist and feel the hardness of his cock against my core. I freeze as I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do.

Ive’s hands went to my knees, sliding up my thighs, then back down again. Both of my palms are flat on his stomach. He’s covered in ink, all different kinds, but I’m more distracted by the feel of his dick.”Are you sore?” he asked.

“I don’t know.”I want to have sex again but I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. This sucked. The last thing I wanted was for Ive to think of me as a child.

I wasn’t a child. I’d never be a child.

My stomach growled again and Ive chuckled. “I think it’s safe to say that I’ll be feeding you before I fuck you again.”

He lifted up and I let out a little scream as he took me to the bed. Now he was nestled between my spread legs.

“You want to have sex with me again?” I asked.

Ive chuckled. His gaze dropped to my lips. “Yes, I want to have sex and fuck you…” His lips opened as if he was about to say something else, but then he stopped.

I want to know what else he’s going to say, but instead he pushed himself off the bed.

“I think it’s only fair that I feed you.”

He stepped away from the bed, and I watched his naked ass as it went into the closet. He returned seconds later holding a gown.”Come on.”

I climbed out ofbed and moved toward him, sliding my arms into the robe. Ive surprised me further by tying it up closed.

“No one gets to see what belongs to me.”

“Wouldn’t they look away?” I asked.

“I’d kill anyone who looked at you.” He dropped a kiss to my lips.

Is it wrong to love his possessiveness? I don’t know what has come over him, but I don’t want it to end. No one had ever treated me like this. There had been no guy in my past and there certainly wouldn’t be anyone else. I belonged to Ive, and I loved that I was his, in everything.

I was the mistake, but now, Iwas his wife.

He holds my hand and we leave the bedroom together. I don’t want to leave thesanctuary of the bedroom. I have a horrible feeling that reality will break through this cloud we’ve had over us.

When I was at his home before, I saw soldiers everywhere, but right now, as we make our way to the dining room, I don’t see a single person. There’s no one around, not even Hubert.

“Where is everyone?” I asked.

“They know to stay out of the way. They’re paid to hide, and besides, this is supposed to be our honeymoon. Ivan sent orders ahead of us.”

“But this is your home. Don’t theyanswer to you?”

“Ivan’s rule is above mine.”

“And you don’t mind that?” I asked.

“I swore my loyalty to him. He’s the only person who can overrule me.”

I nod. I totally understand what he’s saying and even understand the why of it, but I can’t help but disagree. I like Ivan, I do. This is Ive’s house and he should have a say in what happens.

Ive pulled me in close. “You’re thinking way too much.”

“Do you like being with Ivan?” I asked.

“Yes.”

He didn’t even hesitate.

“Why?”

We arrived at the dining room, and Ive took the head of the table. He’s silent for the longest time.

“I’m so sorry.”

“Ivan Volkovfound me when I needed to be found,” he said. “The previous Bratva were brutal, cruel, and they used people, and tossed them aside. If they didn’t live up to a certain standard, they were removed. Ivan has his own story, as do each of us. Ivan found me in the gutter. My father had tossed me out for many reasons. He considered me defective.”

“What made you defective?”I asked.

I saw his jaw clench.

“Do you like books?” he asked.

This made me frown. “Yes, I like books. I enjoy reading.”

“That’s good.”

This made me frown. “I don’t understand.”

Ive tapped his fingers on the table and looked straight ahead, before finally turningtoward me. “My father was a vicious fuck. He liked young girls, younger the better, but he also liked power. I was his only son. At least, the only one he acknowledged as his own, but there was a tiny problem.” He paused. “I couldn’t read or write.” He ran a hand down his face. “He tried to get teachers or his soldiers, anyone he could pay, to teach me, but nothing worked. He tried beating me, that didn’t work. He didn’t want a dumb son. A dumb son to him meant weakness. So he got one of his soldiers to drive me out to the middle of nowhere, and his job was to kill me.”

“What happened?” I knew he’d not done the deed, because Ive was my husband and verymuch alive.

“He couldn’t do it. I think he had a son himself, or whatever the fucking reason. So he left methere and made sure I could fend for myself. I guess he told my father he killed me, because when I went to swear my loyalty to Ivan Volkov, I met him again.”

“To swear your loyalty, did you have to kill your father?”

“Yes,” Ive said.”We had to wipe out our families, and as for my father, he was a piece of work to begin with. I had no love for the man.”

“Can you read and write now?” I asked.

“Yes. I… I take my time.”

“I could help.” I wanted to help him.

He held his hand up. “Ivan made sure I was able to do everything I could to take over as a Brigadier.”

“He surprised you?” I asked.

“Yes. There are men that work for him who were far more capableof taking a territory.”

“But you took it.”

“I did.”

“You proved to him that you could.”

Ive nodded. “No one else knows this. Just me and Ivan.”

“And now me.” I smiled. “I won’t tell anyone. You know all my secrets. You know I came from a father who wantedme dead.”

He reached out and took my hand. “He’s gone.”

“Iknow, but that’s the thing, isn’t it? He’s long gone but the sting of what he did lives on. He didn’t want me and the truth is, you guys made a mistake.”

“Stop it,” Ive said. “You’re not a mistake.”

“You could be married to Cassie right now.”

“Fuck, no.”

This made me laugh even though I felt like crying. I hated the thought of Cassie being in my place. I loved my sister and I knew she tried to help me growing up, but I didn’t want her to have him.

“You would be,” I said.

“No, Ivan intended to useCassie. When he saw it was you, his plans changed. Your father would have still been alive if we’d gotten Cassie, and we would have figured out a way to bring the club to our side. We had the leverage.”

“My father wanted me dead.”

“Yes.”

“You know, all I ever wanted was for him to love me,” I said. “How stupid is that?”

I let go of his hand and press my own to my face. I hate that I feel this way. It’s messed up and wrong. So very wrong.

Arms surround me, and I love his embrace. I don’t want it to stop.

“I’ve got you,” he said. “And your dad was a total dick for not loving you.”

No one had ever loved me. All my life I’d wanted my father’s love, but that had been replaced, because now, all I wanted was Ive’s, and I had no idea how to get it.