Arranged Bratva Love

Slavik

My wife would be the death of me. I needed to hire a guard for her and stop bringing her on these trips. One day, they were going to get violent and she’d end up hurt. The truth was … I liked her company.

We didn’t talk and I bossed her around, but seeing the way she acted, it was refreshing. The more I annoyed her, the easier it was to read her. She started to let her guard down, and as she did, I liked to play with the woman before me.

I shouldn’t be enjoying my woman, but the truth was I did.

This marriage had been a trap. I hadn’t wanted to be part of it, but it happened. As the months ticked by, I found myself more enamored by her.

Right now, she was at the bar while I handled the final details of Cara’s in-house money trouble.

Ivan had found a pattern, and along with it, the culprit. Brandy-fake name-had come to work for Cara as she had a drug problem. The addiction had been hidden, but the issue came to a tipping point when her dealer wanted more money. We weren’t paying her enough, and she’d started to work her way into the system to take the necessary money, stealing from all the men and women working here to pay for her addiction.

It was sad, and she’d been dealt with accordingly.

A knock on the door had me looking up to find Cara scantily dressed as she often was here. She made the additional effort when we arranged business meetings outside of her exclusive club.

“I heard what happened,” Cara said. “I had no idea about Brandy.”

I looked at Cara. I hadn’t told her who the culprit was. I was assuming Ivan told her, but that didn’t make much sense since he never came to this establishment.

Being the boss, the leader of us all, he had to hold a certain distance. I often spoke to Ivan on behalf of Cara.

“Prior to hiring any more employees, a full screening will be needed. Drugs, alcohol, anything that raises a flag, they will not be permitted to work here.”

“And what if they’re hooked on the coke Ivan sells?” Cara asked. “We let them go?”

“Yes.”

“Why?” Cara asked.

“I’m not going to talk inner house politics with you. You know the rules. He doesn’t want addicts working for him, and to be frank, neither do I. You shouldn’t either.”

Cara sighed. “You’re right. I’m normally a good judge of character. Brandy’s threw me.”

“Was she a nice girl?”

“The best,” Cara said. “She was … a strong person. She had a kid at home, I think.” I sat back and watched Cara swipe at her nose and sigh. “Oh, well, you can’t help them all, no matter how hard we try.”

I raised my brow and she laughed.

“Tell me, Vik, how long have we known each other? Twenty-five years? Nearly thirty?”

“Your point?” I hadn’t counted how long I knew this woman. I’d known Ivan longer. Cara had come into our life a little later.

“I don’t know, I guess I always imagined that you’d be the kind of guy who would know how to satisfy their woman.”

I tensed up. “What’s your fucking point?”

Cara closed the door, flicking the lock into place, then came toward me. She leaned over the desk, grabbing a single remote.

A television screen in the far corner flickered on.

It was a recording.

I recognized my wife instantly.

Next, the volume went up.

“Did you touch your pussy?” Cara asked.

“Er, I don’t feel comfortable with this.” Aurora glanced around the room.

I turned to look at Cara. “When was this?”

“About twenty minutes ago. Keep watching.”

On the screen, Cara approached my wife. She was a good foot taller, but she always preferred to wear heels while Aurora wore pumps.

“I know you touched yourself, and I know you didn’t allow yourself to come.” Cara touched Aurora’s arms, and she tensed up. “Relax. Have you ever thought about going to Vik, asking him to touch you?”

“He wouldn’t want to.”

Cara tutted. “You’re so very wrong about that.”

She lifted the remote and hit pause. “You’ve been married nearly ten months now, right?”

“Eight.”

“Either way, that girl hasn’t had an orgasm by you. Not a single one. Are you like brain dead? Do you want to be in a loveless marriage? The whole peace-treaty thing is real. No war. No shit going on in the streets and yet, you’re not giving the woman who will one day have your children an orgasm?”

Before I argued with her, she pressed play.

Pissed off, I turned to the screen. If Cara had been anyone else, I’d have already killed her.

“Slavik can’t stand me. I think he’s trying to figure out a way to kill me.”

Cara paused, and her gaze actually focused on the camera. “Come with me.”

I watched as Cara led Aurora to the bed. She slipped off her pumps and sat down. She’d been wearing a wraparound skirt, and as she sat, the skirt fell open.

Cara moved on the bed. “Close your eyes.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Trust me.”

Aurora hesitated and slowly closed her eyes.

Cara cupped Aurora between the thighs, and my wife jolted in her touch.

“I know this is going to seem a little strange. I’m only trying to help you.”

“I’m not sure about this.”

Cara flicked her tongue across Aurora’s neck, nibbling on the delicate flesh.

“Trust me. I want to know if you’re … healthy. Make sure there is nothing wrong with you.”

“Do you think there could be something wrong with me?”

Anger ran up through my body. There was nothing wrong with my wife, and as I sat there, I watched as Cara moved the skirt out of the way, sliding her panties to one side, and began to finger my wife’s pussy. All the while, she whispered words to her. Words I didn’t hear because I was infuriated.

She’d touched my beautiful wife, and I had no choice but to watch as she brought Aurora to orgasm.

The sight alone was enough to turn me on. My cock pulsed to life. She let go completely, rubbing herself against Cara’s fingers.

“Slavik will kill me,” Aurora said, coming down from the high.

“No, he won’t.”

Cara turned off the television. “I’m all for taking a woman’s cherry, but I took your wife’s first orgasm. A job you should be doing. Are you trying to make this harder than it is?”

“Cara, I suggest you shut the fuck up because right now, I really want to fucking kill you.”

“For making your wife see that she can have an orgasm. I saw her the other week when you were here, and she watched me, you know. Watched me get fucked, and I’d never seen a woman with so much yearning. What the fuck are you doing? Just bending her over and taking your pleasure?”

I wasn’t about to tell her I’d been taking care of my own needs in the shower.

Women were around me all the time, every single day. None of them appealed. Nor did forcing my wife to fuck.

I stood up. “She’s not like us.”

“No, she’s not, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t want to feel passion. There’s something about Aurora. I don’t know if it’s because she wears her heart on her sleeve, or if she’s been hurt. But she’s different. I get that, and if you actually gave it a chance with her, I truly believe you could love her. Really love her.”

I get to my feet, slamming the ledger closed. “We’re done here.”

“You know there’s no shame in finding her attractive or wanting her,” Cara said. “She’s not the enemy. I see the ink on her wrist. She is bound to the Ivan Volkov Bratva. She is yours. Why don’t you enjoy it while it lasts? One day when she realizes the monster you are, you won’t get a second chance.”

What Cara didn’t know was that Aurora already knew the monster I was. She’d seen it. I hadn’t tried to hide it from her either.

I found Aurora downstairs. She sat at the bar as I’d hoped she would be the first time we came here.

The moment I cleared my voice, she stood, and I saw the pinkness in her cheeks. She quickly averted her gaze. Rather than put her at ease, I took her hand, leading her out to the car. The driver was already waiting.

I told him to take us home, and I sat back. I still held her hand.

“Slavik, I need to tell you something.”

“No.”

“Please.”

“No. Not until we get home.”

I pulled out my cell phone, ending the conversation. I sent an email to Ivan with an update, checked through my mail to make sure I hadn’t missed anything, and pocketed my cell.

The city was busy today, and the journey to our apartment took longer than I expected.

By the time we stood in the elevator, Aurora shook.

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Once on our floor, I told the guard to leave. I didn’t want him hanging around while I talked to my wife.

I closed the door, finally releasing Aurora’s hand, and she spun toward me.

“Slavik, I need to tell you something. I don’t want you to be angry.”

“I want you to go to our bedroom, strip completely naked, lie down on the bed, and spread your legs.”

“What?”

“I don’t make a habit of repeating myself. Do it.”

Aurora paled, but she turned on her heel and left.

I removed my jacket, hanging it up on the peg. I kicked off my shoes.

Walking into my bedroom, I placed the gun and the holster on the chair. I had weapons all over the apartment in the event of a break-in. In the past forty years, I’d only been caught once without a weapon, and I held the scars to prove it.

I kept my back to Aurora, opening the button at my cuff, rolling each sleeve up, and then I turned.

The first thing I noticed was her hands. They were clenched into fists.

“I know Cara touched you. She touched what belonged to me. She showed me the video.”

“I’m so sorry,” Aurora said. “I didn’t want to.”

“I know what I saw, and Cara has a way of making people do what she wants.” I moved toward the bed. “However, she had a very valid point.” I reached out and grabbed her ankles, dragging her down the bed until she was close to the edge.

I saw the flash of fear in her eyes, but she didn’t beg me to stop.

I stared at her, seeing the nerves and knowing I’d caused this.

With my fingers on her ankles, I kept my gaze on hers, not rushing.

Her body was a dream. Large tits, full thighs and hips. She made me ache. I hadn’t been with anyone else but her, and we hadn’t been having sex regularly, and the truth was, my balls were blue. I wanted to fuck her more than anything else in the world.

“Slavik?”

“Watching you with Cara, I realized I hadn’t been giving you the attention you deserved.”

“Don’t hurt me.”

“I’m not going to.” I stroked from her ankle up to her knee and back down again. Sinking to my knees, I pulled her so she spread open, and her pussy was so close to my mouth.

Running my hands up her thighs, I squeezed the flesh.

“If you don’t like this, ask me to stop.”

I placed my hands near her pussy and spread the lips open. On our wedding night, she’d been bare, but as the days had gone, some hair had returned. I didn’t mind.

Her cunt looked dry.

Fear captured her at this time.

This was all my fault, but I’d rectify that.

Holding her open, I slid my tongue across her clit. The first touch had her jolting upright.

“What was that?”

I looked up at her and smiled. “I’m going to lick this pussy until you come all over my face.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I want to. Lie back.”

“Slavik?”

“Have a little trust. I haven’t hurt you, have I?”

I knew she replayed that night when I could have taken her against her will, but I didn’t.

Slowly, she leaned back on the bed, and this time, I slid my tongue across and I didn’t pull back. I worked back and forth, circling her clit before taking her into my mouth. She cried out, but it wasn’t in pain.

I kept my touches light.

She’d never felt this touch from a man, and I did everything I could to make it as easy on her as possible.

Her moans echoed around the room, and my cock tightened to an unbearable length. I hadn’t sucked a woman’s cunt in a really long time. I’d avoided it because I didn’t know where else they’d been, and to be honest, no woman interested me enough to even want to do it.

Sliding my tongue all over her pussy, I teased back and forth, going down to her entrance and plunging inside.

I’d been the only cock in her pussy.

My cum.

All me.

And that sent a fucking thrill of possession rushing through me. I couldn’t get enough, and I tasted her sweetness. Moaning as she flooded my mouth.

Her cream building.

Finally, my wife was fucking aroused. Not only that, but she’d stopped lying still and her pelvis thrust against me. Offering up her pretty pussy as I licked her.

Grabbing her ass, I pressed my face against her and licked and sucked at her cunt, driving my tongue in deep, fucking her, drawing up to tongue her clit, then back down again.

I felt how close she was by the pulsing of her pussy.

Focusing back on her nub, I tongued her clit, and with each stroke, her body rocked against me.

The moment she came, I held her down even as her screams of release filled the air. I tongued her pussy until she shuddered and pleaded for me to stop.

I pressed a kiss to her swollen clit and sat back.

My face was covered in her cream.

“From now on, there is no more hiding.”