Bratva Bride (Bratva Series Book 1)

“Arturo, please,” I whined, begging for mercy.

For the better part of an hour he’d been teasing me, keeping me on the edge of orgasm before taking it away. He was punishing me for leaving the house, for disobeying him. Torturing me with pleasure and then taking it away. Controlling everything, only letting me feel what he wanted me to feel. It was the most exquisite torture I’d ever experienced. And he was doing it all without laying a single finger on me.

My hands were bound to the headboard, my legs spread wide open and shackled to the bed posts. Shivers racked my naked body. Goosebumps pebbled my skin. Heat coursed through my veins and I literally cried when Arturo shut off the vibrator before I could come…again.

“No!” I thrashed wildly, desperate to get free.

Arturo sat comfortably in a chair in the corner of the room wearing nothing but his black slacks, his tattooed, muscular chest on full display. In his hands was the remote for the vibrator.

“Have you learnt your lesson yet?” His voice was rough, thick with want and arousal, his taunting words making me even more angry.

“Argh! You’re a fucking bastard!”

“Guess not.” He flicked the vibrator to full power and I cried out, my back bowing. He turned it off a moment later and I slumped back onto the bed, panting hard.

“Okay, okay, okay. I’ve learnt my lesson.”

He stood gracefully, his long limber body unfolding from the chair and walked to the end of the bed, staring down at me. “Well? What was the lesson, kotenok?”

I breathed hard, my chest rising and falling. “To listen when you tell me to do something.”

Even he knew I wouldn’t really do that. I had a fiery spirit, a free mind. I did what I wanted when I wanted to do it and he knew that. It was what he liked most about me. He was used to getting his way all the time and I was the only one who challenged him. But in the bedroom? Yeah, I could definitely listen there.

His entrancing blue-green eyes roved over every inch of my body, the path his gaze travelled searing my skin. “You’ve got no idea what seeing you tied up like this, completely at my mercy, does to a man like me.”

I squirmed, wriggling my hips to try and entice him to touch me. “Arturo, please, stop teasing me. I can’t take it anymore.”

“You can,” he said dismissively. “You’ll take whatever I give you, and you want to know why? Because you want to please me.” He pulled the vibrator from my pussy and placed it on the bed.

I whimpered at the loss of it, my pussy throbbing with the need to be filled.

Achingly slow, he undid the bonds around my wrists and ankles and stepped back. “Let’s see how well you learnt your lesson.” He sat back in his chair and spread his legs wide. “Crawl to me.” His deep, throaty voice made me shiver and my body zinged, a desperate need to obey him.

On my hands and knees, I crawled to him, my breasts swaying as I moved. Arturo tapped his knee with his index finger, watching, his lust-filled eyes staring into mine.

“Such a beautiful, little kotenok,” he murmured.

When I stopped in front of him, he placed a finger under my chin and tilted my head up until I was staring into his eyes. “Very good. Up.”

On shaky legs I stood, my pussy directly in his line of sight. He leaned forward and ran his tongue from my stomach to my breast in one long, languid lick. He sealed his lips around my nipple and sucked hard. I moaned and arched into him, my fingers sifting through his hair as I held him against me.

He gripped my hips and lifted me easily, like I weighed nothing at all, and sat me on his lap. “Shall we see how wet you are for me?” He delved into my slick folds and sunk a finger knuckle deep into my pussy. “You’re soaking,” he rumbled against my skin.

My head fell back on a moan as I rode his finger, pleasure shooting through me like the world’s best drug was coursing through my veins. He nipped my throat, leaving little love bites over my flesh as he kissed and nibbled my hot skin.

Arturo wrapped his arm around my waist and stood. My legs coiled around his torso as he continued to pump me with his finger. He walked me over to the bed and dropped me hard enough to make me bounce.

“You want my cock, kotenok?” He unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down his thick muscular thighs.

I nodded, licking my lips at the sight of his rock-hard length standing tall.

He fisted his cock and pumped it slowly, dragging his hand up and down leisurely.

It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispered darkly.

“I want-need you. Always you.”

Without wasting another second, he drove into me in one quick, powerful thrust. I gasped, my pleasure soaring at the feel of his thick, heavy cock finally filling me.

He rode me hard, pounding into me with such ferocity that I knew I was going to be feeling it tomorrow (which I’m sure was what he wanted).

“So hot. So tight. And all fucking mine,” he grunted, punctuating each word with a rough thrust of his hips.

“More, Arturo. More,” I begged, and he gave it.

He pulled out, flipped me over and slammed back into me all in one clean move.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head.

Glorious, mind-blowing pleasure.

He slapped my ass. “Clench. Squeeze my cock.”

I did as he commanded and was rewarded with a deep guttural groan, the sound pushing me closer and closer to orgasm.

The weight of his body pressed against mine, pushing me deeper into the mattress with every thrust, was like ecstasy. I loved every moment of it.

“Do you want to come?” he breathed huskily in my ear.

“Yes,” I groaned, long and loud, pushing back, meeting him thrust for thrust.

“Beg me.”

“Please, Arturo. Please, for the love of God, let me come!”

“Not God, kotenok.” Relentless and unforgiving, he hammered into me over and over, not giving me an ounce of relief. He licked up my spine. “I’m the fucking devil.” His movements turned feral. Ferocious. Chaotic.

I moaned, relishing in the intensity of every stroke, in the feel of his cock completely filling me.

“Fuck,” he snarled and latched onto my shoulder, biting hard enough to leave a bruise as he rutted like a man consumed.

His cock was so hard, so thick, it hurt.

Pain and pleasure gripped me hard, working together to drive me higher and higher until I felt like I could touch the sky.

My core tightened and I came, shaking violently.

I screamed.

My pussy pulsed.

Stars exploded behind my eyes.

Arturo was right there with me. He roared, the sound loud and deafening, like a wild animal in the jungle. His grip on me tightened, nails digging deep into my skin as his hip’s pistoned sporadically while he emptied himself inside me. His cum overflowed, running down my thighs.

“Fucking hell,” he rasped, collapsing on top of me.

My breath whooshed out of me and I wheezed, trying to elbow him off me. “Arturo, can’t…breathe.”

He groaned, and finally rolled off of me, panting with exertion.

“I’m fucking dead,” I moaned, flipping over onto my back.

Chuckling, Arturo turned onto his side and walked his fingers through my breasts, down my stomach to my pussy.

Whimpering, I shook my head. “Arturo, no. I can’t go again.”

“I’ll give you two minutes,” he whispered, slipping his fingers into my entrance. “And then I’ll have you again.”

Despite my languid body, pleasure shot through me and I groaned, spreading my legs wide. “Your cock is going to kill me one day,” I panted.

He chuckled and climbed back on top of me. “And what a way to go that would be.”

“Do you seriously need all those shoes?” Lukyan asked from his position on my bed, feet crossed at the ankles and hands behind his head.

I was in the middle of packing up my things for the move to New York. It had been a week since I was kidnapped by Nero and I was still in Las Vegas, much to Arturo’s dismay. The first few days were hectic. Chaotic. My father tried all his usual torture techniques but nothing worked on the Los Zetas we had captured, and they died with their secrets untold.

We still didn’t know why they were taking orders from Nero. It was very unusual for a Mexican cartel to take orders from the Italian Mafia. It wasn’t like the alliance between the Bratva and the Cosa Nostra. The Zetas were literally following Nero’s every command like little bitches and we didn’t understand why.

But no matter how much my father tortured them, inflicting more pain than anyone could bear, they didn’t talk. Not even when Arturo cut off their dicks and let them bleed out. They stayed loyal to the very end, to whatever agenda they had.

I’ll admit, the entire thing was pissing me off. The not knowing. Especially when it felt like the answer was right under my nose.

“I mean shit, how many pairs of shoes does one chick need?” Lukyan reached over and grabbed a bouncy ball from the side table and started throwing it up in the air. Throwing and catching, throwing and catching. “It’s ridiculous.”

“You seem awfully concerned about my shoes, Lukyan. Do you want to borrow some to prance around in?”

He scowled and threw the bouncy ball at me. I dodged it. “Dude, three times that happened. And I was nine. Stop bringing it up all the time.”

Tatiana burst out in laughter, her eyes glued to the full length mirror as she held one of my dresses to her body. “Oh my god, I remember the first time you told me that. I don’t think I stopped laughing for a week.”

Lukyan turned beet red. “Stop mentioning it!”

With a twirl, Tatiana put down the black sleek dress and picked up a skintight red one that showed a bit too much cleavage. She looked at Lukyan through the mirror and poked her tongue at him. “Ya big baby.” She held the dress to her body again, trying to imagine what it would look like on her, decided she didn’t like it and threw it back to where she got it from.

She huffed and made her way over to me, taking a seat on the floor and crossing her legs. She watched me struggle to zip up my suitcase. “I can’t believe you’re abandoning me.”

I laughed. “What did you think was gonna happen after I married Arturo?”

“I dunno. Not this,” she pouted.

“Think of this as a good thing. Now you’ve got a good reason to get out of Las Vegas and check out New York. And your dad can’t say no because you’ll be coming to visit me,” I winked.

Her face lit up. “You’re right!” she squealed. “Come on, let’s hurry up and get you packed!”

I laughed and tried to zip up my suitcase again, but it was too full. “Shit, come help me with this will ya, Lukyan?” I grunted.

Groaning, he rose from the bed and came to my side. He pushed down on top of the suitcase while I tried to zip it up.

“You’ve got too much crap,” he grunted, sitting down on top of it.

“Just shut up and help me.”

“I’m trying,” he snapped.

After a few more attempts, we finally managed to zip it shut. We sat it next to my other suitcases at the door.

I blew out a breath. I was excited to finally be joining Arturo in New York. For the first few days after the kidnapping, Arturo had stayed here in Vegas with me while his father flew home and handled transferring the leadership of the Cosa Nostra over to him.

Even though I told him repeatedly that it wasn’t their fault, he decided to use our boxing ring to punish Christian, Luca and Lorenzo for failing to keep me in the house. He fought them all one on one, taking the time to hurt them all in excruciatingly slow detail. By the time he was done, Christian had a broken nose and three broken ribs, Luca was bruised from head to toe and had a dislocated shoulder and Lorenzo had a shattered femur.

I felt fucking horrible. It was all my fault but no matter how much I begged Arturo, he didn’t stop hurting them until he was sure his point was made. That his orders were to be followed without hesitation. All three of them ended up going back with him when he left for New York. He left another three men here to guard me until they were all back on their feet.

I wasn’t meant to be here for as long as I was, but it was hard for me to leave when things were up in the air like this. We started a war with the Chicago Outfit when we took Nero out and their new Don would need to set an example, start out strong by avenging their former leader.

There were rumours that Nero’s younger brother, Franco, stepped up after his death – and that he was ten times better fitted for the position. He had already mobilised the men and cemented his leadership by taking out an entire MC gang that had encroached on their territory during the transition.

Then of course, there was the Los Zetas. There was still a large number of them spread throughout New York and Chicago and their reasons for following Nero’s commands were still up in the air. Would they look to avenge his death, too?

Surveillance on them was needed to find out exactly what was going on. The entire thing was worrisome and it made me hesitant to leave my family behind when they might need my help. But the same went for Arturo.

He was my husband now. I couldn’t just stay in Vegas and leave him to face his troubles alone in New York. I had to make a decision, even if it broke my heart to choose between them.

“Any more news about the woman Aleksandr took?” I asked, wiping sweat from my brow.

“Whoa, hold up. Aleksandr took a woman?” Tatiana asked, her nose scrunching up. “I never pegged him for the kidnapping type.”

“She was at the house Nero kept me in when they came to rescue me. I think he’s trying to find out what she was doing there.”

Lukyan nodded. “Yeah, but she still isn’t talking.”

“Seriously? He losing his touch or something?”

“Ha, as if. More like he’s gone soft.”

I scoffed. “Aleksandr? Soft? No way.”

“No, seriously. When I offered to help, he got all pissy and told me not to go near her. It was super weird.” He picked up the bouncy ball again and started bouncing it against the wall. “Even threatened to break my fingers if I touched her.”

Frowning, I grabbed the ball before it bounced back to him. “You’re kidding.”

“I swear! Got all grouchy and growly. More so than usual.”

“Wonder why.”

“Maybe he has a crush,” Tatiana sang, her lips curving into a smirk.

Lukyan and I looked at each other and then burst out laughing. “Aleksandr? Crush?” I shook my head, my body still shaking from laughter. “No way.” A devious plan formed in my mind. “Should we go see her?”

Tatiana nodded excitedly, already getting to her feet, and Lukyan looked uneasy. “I dunno-”

“Aw come on! Don’t be such a wuss!” I slipped on my Converse and tied my hair up to get it out of the way.

“That’s easy for you to say! You’re his favourite. He wouldn’t dare hurt you. He’ll fucking castrate me.”

“Oh, grow a pair.” I dragged my suitcases out of my bedroom door and left them in the hallway.

Tatiana followed behind me, just as eager as I was to talk to this woman, when her phone rang. Frowning, she pulled it out and sighed.

“Fuck, I gotta go. Dad wants me home.”

I shook my head. “You’ve got to start standing up for yourself, T. You’re twenty-two, he can’t control you anymore.”

“I know, I know,” she sighed, giving me a hug. “Text me as soon as you get to New York, okay?”

“I will.” I went to pull back and she hugged me harder.

“I’m going to miss you,” she said sadly, and I smiled, squeezing her tight.

“I’ll miss you too. Don’t worry, I’ll come back every now and then. And you can come visit me anytime you like.”

She scoffed and stepped back. “Yeah, if the Grinch ever lets me.” She kissed my cheek. “Later, girl. Bye, Lukyan,” she called out as she went down the stairs and out of sight.

I sighed. I was really going to miss her. Turning to Lukyan, I smirked. “Come on, let’s go see that woman. If we’re quick, we can be in and out in no time.”

Aleksandr rounded the corner and we both froze, eyes wide. He scowled. “Why do you two look like you’re up to no good?”

“No reason,” Lukyan and I said at the same time.

He narrowed his eyes in disbelief. “Right.” He waved at the suitcases piled at the door. “Come on, let’s get your stuff and get down to the car. The plane’s waiting.”

Damn it.

Lukyan and I shared a look.

“Alright, seriously. What’s going on with you two?” Aleksandr barked.

“I wanna talk to the girl. The one you took from Nero’s,” I answered quickly before Lukyan could make up some lie.

Aleksandr growled. “No.”

“But-”

“I said no, Illayana. Now, get your shit and move it.” He picked up a suitcase by the handle in each hand and marched downstairs.

“Told ya.” Lukyan grabbed a suitcase and hefted it onto his shoulder. “He’s touchy about her.”

I sighed, taking my last piece of luggage and following after them. When I got to the foyer, my father was there waiting. He gave me a small smile. “All packed?”

“Yep,” I huffed, dragging my overpacked suitcase behind me. “Gonna miss me?”

“The house will definitely be quieter without you.”

“I know. Won’t it suck?” I laughed, giving him a hug.

He stiffened slightly but then relaxed, returning it for all of two seconds before he coughed awkwardly. “Alright, that’s enough.”

“Five more seconds.”

He gave them to me.

When I pulled back, I gave him a sad smile. “I’ll admit, I’m a little nervous. Here, I’ve never really had to make decisions, just follow orders. But there? There, I’ll be-”

“The Queen of La Cosa Nostra, a role you were born for.”

“I don’t know about that,” I mumbled, riddled with self doubt.

“I do.” He placed a supportive hand on my shoulder. “You’re beautiful, smart, strong and best of all, vicious. You’ll have New York eating out of the palm of your hand in no time. Just believe in yourself. Be confident. And I’ll always be here if you need help.”

I gave him another hug. “Thank you, Otets.” Father.

Nikolai burst into the room, panting hard. “Oh good. I made it.” He was out of breath and covered head to toe in sweat. “I was afraid I wouldn’t make it back before you left.”

“Where were you?” I asked, pulling out of my father’s embrace.

“My daily jog. I thought I’d have enough time to do my twenty miles and be back in plenty of time, but I ran into Tatiana outside.” His brows lowered into an angry frown at those last words and I laughed.

“You do this to yourself, you know. I don’t know why you let her rile you up so much.”

“She’s infuriating! She has no sense of personal safety and always gets herself into trouble.”

I swear, I had asked him this question a million times, but I couldn’t help asking it again. “Why do you care?” I smirked.

“I don’t care!” he shrieked, turning red. He took a deep breath to calm himself down. “Anyway, I made it in time to give you this.” He pulled out a small box and gave it to me.

I opened it and gasped. Inside was a gorgeous antique locket. The pendant had a stunning red jewel in the centre, surrounded by an intricate pattern of swirls engraved into the silver.

“It used to be Mum’s.” Nikolai reached over and opened the locket. Inside was a family picture of all six of us before our mother died. “I thought you should have it.”

I choked, gripped with emotion. Sadness washed over me and I cleared my throat, trying to push back tears.

“Thank you,” I whispered. I took it out of the box and held it up. “Will you?”

Nikolai took the necklace and I turned around. He clipped it around my neck, the weight of it soothing and comforting as I touched it with my fingers.

My father, who had remained quiet the entire time, looked at the piece of jewellery with glassy eyes. “It suits you,” he said softly.

“Is-is it okay? If I have it?”

“Of course. She would have wanted you to have it.” He cleared his throat and adjusted the lapels of his jacket. “Alright, you best get going before Arturo sends out a search party. Aleksandr will drive you to the airstrip. Adrian is already in the car-”

“Wait, Adrian?” I frowned. “Why is Adrian in the car?”

“He’s going with you.”

“But he’s your guard. I thought he was just covering me until I went to New York?”

My father shook his head. “He’s the best fighter we have in the Bratva. I want him with you, watching your back.”

“But I-”

“No buts, Illayana, this is the way it’s going to be. Now, one more hug.” He wrapped his big beefy arms around me one more time and kissed my cheek. “Give em’ hell.”