Conquered Bride (Belaya Bratva 1)

CHAPTER 15

Gavril

The car pulled up in front of the mansion, and I let out a slow breath. That had been the longest fucking drive of my life after Naomi had gotten off her knees before me, looking as if she had found the secret to immortality in my cock.

Presently my cock was pressed to my thigh painfully, begging for release, and had come close when I had touched Naomi’s wetness between her thighs, tasting her on my lips.

Tonight, nothing was going to stop me from having her the way I wanted to, as many times I wanted to. I had been holding back with Naomi, reminding myself of my prime goal of getting her pregnant so that it would solidify my fucked up plans.

I hadn’t taken a moment to enjoy her, to see how far she could be pushed and what she could do in the bedroom.

That was going to change.

Opening the door, I reached in for Naomi, grasping her hand and helping her out of the car. “Go to your bedroom,” I told her, brushing her hair back from her face. “I will only be a moment.”

She nodded, and I watched as she walked into the house, growling softly as I watched her ass move with each step. She was going to be the death of me today.

Pulling out my cell phone, I hit the number I was looking for.

“Yes, Pakhan?” Anatoly answered, the phone barely ringing once.

“There was a man tonight,” I told him. “At the restaurant. He disrespected my wife. I want him found and taught a lesson.”

While I had done a good job of humiliating him, I was far from done with making sure he understood what he had done and what I thought about it. This was personal now, and whatever fear he had put in Naomi was going to be paid for in blood.

“What lesson do you want?” Anatoly asked. “Fatal?”

“No,” I answered. “Take a piece of him. Make sure he understands that it is going to the Pakhan of the Belaya Bratva, who will be watching him.”

Anatoly chuckled. “You got it, boss. I will be in touch.”

I ended the call, a small grin crossing my face. That made me feel better, and now I would be going in to fuck my “wife” in a dozen different ways.

Vera was standing in the foyer when I entered the mansion, wringing her hands as usual. “Good evening, master,” she stated, inclining her head. “I trust you had a good night out?”

“I did,” I answered, my eyes flickering to the second landing, where I knew Naomi was waiting for me. “I do not wish to be disturbed tonight unless it is a dire emergency.”

“Of course,” she answered, a frown on her face. “I will let everyone know.”

I didn’t respond and turned toward the stairs to climb them two at a time. Blood roared in my ears with each step. When I finally arrived at Naomi’s door, I found it partially open.

For me.

I pushed it open and stepped inside. Naomi was waiting for me near the bed. She had exchanged her dress and heels for a racy set of lingerie in black, the lace barely covering her high breasts and the V-shaped shorts emphasizing her perfect creamy thighs.

I kicked the door shut with my foot as I stripped off my coat, throwing it in the nearby chair so that I could remove my cufflinks, sliding those into my pocket. “I see you got comfortable without me.”

Her lips pursed as she combed her hair over one shoulder. “It’s time for you to do the same, husband.”

She still spoke in Russian, keeping to what I had asked her to do, but a piece of me wished she would speak in English. While I wanted to see Sveta before me, I only saw Naomi.

What the fuck did that mean?

I wasn’t sure, nor did I fucking care at this point. “Not yet,” I finally replied, crossing the room to close the distance between us. “You promised me dessert.”

Her skin flushed, and there was a certain bit of nervousness in her eyes, which only made me more intrigued at what would happen tonight.

She reached for the hem of the flimsy top she had on, but I shook my head.

“No. I want to unwrap it myself.”

Her hands fell to her sides as I brought one of my own up to cup her cheek, letting my thumb brush over her soft skin. She sucked in a breath with each movement, her chest rapidly rising and falling in anticipation, and it pleased me greatly.

And we were just getting started.

I brought her close to me, until there were mere inches between us, and I swore I could hear her loud heartbeat in my own ears. I let my lips brush over her temple, then her ear until she was shivering in my grasp. I traced her jawbone, and she angled her head to give me access to her neck, where I latched my lips on her bounding pulse.

“Gavril,” she gasped, her hand sliding into my hair.

My other hand moved down to her shoulder, easing the strap down her arm to expose her breast to the cool air. I heard her moan, and it was like liquid fire straight to my groin. My lips traveled down to her collarbone, tracing it with my tongue before I dropped to one knee, coming face to face with her rosy-tipped nipple, begging for my touch.

“Krasivaya,” I said harshly, using my scarred hand to grasp it lightly, my calloused thumb brushing over the sensitive skin. There was nothing I didn’t like about Naomi’s body. I doubted the real Sveta would have ever satisfied me as Naomi had so far.

I took the bud in my mouth, suckling hard until I elicited a whimper from her, barely acknowledging the fact that her hand was still in my hair.

I welcomed the pain of her tugging against my scalp and rolled down the other strap so that I could feast on her other breast.

My hand brushed the waistband of her shorts and I tugged on them, keeping my mouth latched on her breast as I pushed them down her slick thighs until they were on the floor and she was bared before me. I could smell her arousal and my cock flared, wanting to be buried in the wetness I had felt in the car.

Not yet.

My hand slid up her calf until I was pushing her legs apart, Naomi’s own hands coming to my shoulders to steady herself. I tore my mouth away, staring at her dripping pussy. “Part your lips for me,” I murmured, licking my lips. “I want to see your clit all swollen and hot for me.”

Her hands slid from my shoulder, and her trembling fingers spread her lips apart, exposing her swollen nub to my eyes.

It was a beautiful sight. Her pink lips glistened with her own need, and I longed to taste her nectar.

I grasped her clit between my lips and heard her shuddering gasp from the touch. My tongue was there to soothe her immediately. Her taste flooded my mouth, so uniquely her and addictive. Like sunshine and fine wine mixed together, the perfect complement to a long day.

Gasps turned to pants. Pants turned to moans. And soon her voice grew husky and ragged. Her fingers dug into my shoulders at what I was making her feel.

I lapped at her swollen clit, feeling it pulsate as my tongue drew slow, torturous circles. Naomi was close, especially the way she was mewling above me, arching against my tongue to give me better access. I had to slide my hand to cup her ass to hold her still.