Second Best (Volkov Bratva 1)

My gaze went to Aurora. She stood at the booths that displayed all the charities being showcased tonight. My man was close and made sure no one approached her.

“How is it to bed a virgin?”

“I’m not going to tell you about my wife,” I said.

“I have to say I’m impressed. Everyone thought you’d have killed her by now. Aurora must have a special pussy.”

I reacted before anyone saw. Slamming the side of my hand against his throat, I immediately choked him.

His glass dropped to the floor, and I grabbed his shoulders, feigning concern to the onlooking crowd.

I made sure they were far away before I dragged Andrei away, slamming him against the wall, out of earshot and eyesight.

“Now you listen to me, my wife is not up for questioning. You talk about her, you insult me. You should tell your fiancée that the next time she thinks to insult my wife again, I will slit her fucking throat.”

Andrei cleared his throat, taking a few minutes to get himself together. “What?”

I told Andrei all the details Aurora had given me. There wasn’t a lot there, but enough to get his attention.

“I will deal with her.”

“Is there a problem here?” Ivan asked, coming out of the main room to talk to us.

“No, no problem. A simple misunderstanding, but that is all,” I said.

Andrei agreed and made his way into the room.

“Your wife is lonely,” Ivan said.

I nodded and went to go into the room.

“What was that?” Ivan asked.

“Andrei believed he could talk about my wife disrespectfully, and I told him he couldn’t. It was a misunderstanding.”

“Your wife’s not pregnant yet.”

“I’m working on it.”

“Knock her up. I don’t want this treaty to blow up in our faces,” Ivan said.

Movement from behind him had me cursing.

I saw Aurora’s hair. “Duty calls,” I said.

I walked into the dance floor and saw Aurora had moved as far away from the doorway as possible. She caught sight of me and went to the first man.

He clearly turned down a dance as she withdrew into herself and tried to shrink away from people being able to see her. I closed the distance between us, stepping into her space. I grabbed her arm.

“Dance with me,” I said.

“No. I don’t want to dance with you.” She didn’t make a scene, but she was no match for me either. I easily led her onto the dance floor.

With my hand at the base of her back and the other holding her hand, there was nowhere for her to go. I held her captive.

“You’re not playing fair,” she said.

“I never play fair.” I glanced around the room, keeping an eye on any potential attackers. Andrei had a scared-looking Bethany in his arms. That bitch was going to know not to mess with my woman. “You asked that man to dance,” I said.

She scoffed. “I don’t know why. He told me no.”

“That would be my fault.”

“Why?”

“My presence scares the shit out of people. They all know you’re my wife. No one will dance with you. Unless you’re Ivan, of course.”

“Great. You scare everyone. I should have known.”

“Men would love to dance with you. I don’t want anyone else to dance with you but me.”

“Do you intend to control my life?” she asked.

“You’re my wife. So yes.”

Her cheeks clenched. “What about … getting me pregnant?”

“Do you want to talk about that or pretend you didn’t hear?”

“You’re only sleeping with me to get me pregnant?”

“No. I’m fucking you because I want to. Pregnant is a by-product of fucking you.”

“You’re still doing it because your boss is telling you to.” She stopped dancing. Her eyes filled with tears, and she stared at me, almost accusing me.

I took a deep breath, grabbed her hand, and led her off the dance floor.

There was enough commotion going on that no one would miss us.

I opened the first door I came to and saw we’d entered a conference room. Pressing her up against the door, I pulled her skirt up and cupped her pussy.

“Stop it.”

“You’re soaking wet.”

“And I don’t want you to touch me.”

“You’re a liar, Aurora. This pussy is dripping.” I teased beneath the band of her panty and fingered her pussy. Sliding in and out of her tight heat. She tensed in my arms, but there was no mistaking the heat of her need. She whimpered and I pressed my face against her neck, nibbling on her flesh.

She gasped. “Please.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

She groaned and rocked against my hand. I knew how to make her melt. Drawing my fingers up to her clit, I rubbed her, and she rubbed herself against me.

“Take my cock out,” I said.

She fumbled with my trousers, sliding down the zipper and reaching inside to cup my dick. I lifted her up in my arms. She wasn’t light, but I didn’t fucking care. I needed to be inside her wet cunt.