Second Best (Volkov Bratva 1)

Had he come down to speak to one of his whores? Had I kept him from getting his release?

“Who was she?” I asked.

“No one.”

“She didn’t look like no one.”

We were having to scream.

He grabbed my hand, and even as I fought him, he won. Of course, he did.

We moved toward the door I came out of. He didn’t take me to his office, instead, he pressed me up against the wall.

“I told you to stay upstairs in your office.”

“You’re welcome. Or did I interrupt your foreplay with your whore?” I asked.

Jealousy was an ugly word. One I couldn’t stand.

I stared at him and he tutted.

“You didn’t interrupt anything.”

“Then who was she?” I asked.

“I don’t owe you anything.”

“No, of course not. I’m the wife you’ve been saddled with. Let’s face it, you don’t want me. You’ve never wanted me. You’re probably getting your fix with all of the other women, right?” I needed to keep better control of my temper, but once I started, I couldn’t seem to stop. “I’m supposed to live with you having a lover, a mistress, but the one guy who showed any interest in me at all, he had to die!”

Slavik slammed his palm over my mouth, silencing me. “Be careful what you speak of.”

He pulled out his cell phone, and within a matter of seconds, I was bundled into the back of a car, and the driver was ordered to take me to the penthouse suite.

I’d guess our argument was over.

I was never going to think of his apartment as home again.

****

Slavik

I should have known she wouldn’t just go to sleep and be the nice, sweet wife I once had.

Aurora stood in her pajamas, pacing the hallway when I entered. I’d instructed the driver to remain outside, stopping her from trying to escape. Before he left, he told me she didn’t try to leave.

I’d hoped she’d be asleep.

I couldn’t be done with dramatics.

They were tiring, but as I looked at my wife, it would seem the last three hours I’d left her alone, she’d been more than prepared.

Damn.

She stormed toward me and as her hand came up to slap me, I captured it, not allowing her to even connect with my face. She growled at me and tried to jerk away, but I grabbed both of her arms and pressed her up against the wall, stopping her from going anywhere else.

“Let me go.”

“No.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“Look at you, using all these big words. I didn’t even know your father let you know the insults you could throw at a man. You’re supposed to be trained to be obedient.”

“Fuck you.”

This woman was making me hard. I liked that she fought back.

I wouldn’t hurt her.

There was no desire to cause her pain, but she had started to piss me off by trying to hit me. I’d killed more men for less of an insult.

She wriggled against me, and I made her aware of how aroused I was. She stopped.

“Did you sleep with her?” she asked.

“No.”

She growled. “Did you have sex with her?”

“Not tonight,” I said.

She jerked within my hands. “So you have … slept with her.”

“There was no sleeping involved with us. Dawn is a woman who likes to fuck. She was easy, and I don’t like it to be too difficult. She was an easy woman to pay off.”

“Let go of me.”

“No.”

“Can I take a lover?” she asked, startling me.

“No!” I growled the word out.

She snorted. “So you can have all the women in the world but I have to what? Deal with you? Other women have lovers. I can be discreet.”

I liked my wife being only mine and the fact she stood there willing to be with another man, well, now that really pissed me off.

Glaring at her, I wrapped my fingers around her throat. I didn’t squeeze, I merely held her. “If you ever look or allow another man to touch you, their death will be your fault.”

Tears filled her eyes. “I hate you.”

“Join the club.”

“You get to have your fun. To enjoy other women, and I’ve got to stay here and what? Wait for you?”

“Yes.” What my wife failed to see was that I hadn’t slept with another woman since I’d made her my wife.

I let go of her neck. “This conversation is over.”

“Why? Because you said so?”

“Yes. Do as you’re told!”

“No!” She shoved me in the chest. “I’m tired of being told what to do. I won’t allow it anymore. I will find a man and when I do, I will sleep with him.”

I snapped.

Grabbing the back of her neck, I walked her into the sitting room and bent her over the sofa.

She cried out.

I pressed my cock against her ass.

“Let me go.”

“You want to know what it’s like to take a man? Do you think you’re going to have any control over them? They want one thing.” With my other hand, I cupped her pussy. She cried, trying to get away from me.