Arranged Bratva Love

Adelaide

Nathan had been worried about me.

How could he not? I all but vanished while he was away. There was no time to explain to him I was getting married to a man he’d never met before. If our roles were reversed, I’d be worried too.

He’d wanted to know every single detail about Andrei-how we met, how I ended up marrying my sister’s fiance. There was a whole list of questions and I hadn’t been able to answer all of them. He wanted to know if I was in love with him, and that had been a hard one to get past. Nathan knew I avoided most of the questions and I hated lying to him so much.

As Andrei’s lips possessed mine, all anger fled my body. I dropped the picture I’d been holding, and against my own will, I wrapped my arm around his neck, pressing my body flush against his. I enjoyed Andrei’s kisses.

While I’d been looking through our wedding photos, I’d thought of his lips against mine. Seeing him back home, I’d wanted to kiss him, but his stony face had stopped me. Was this our destiny?

Leo had to have told on me. The moment we got to the restaurant he’d been against me seeing my friend, but I’d insisted. I wanted to see Nathan. To finally be around someone who cared about me.

I broke away from the kiss, gasping as Andrei lifted me up and carried me across the penthouse toward his bedroom. I noticed he avoided being close to any windows and for that I was grateful.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

My heart pounded inside my chest, threatening to explode as he lowered me to the bed. I cupped his face, kissed his lips one final time, but Andrei took my hands and removed them. He didn’t like when I touched him. Gripping the edge of the bed, I watched fascinated as he pushed me back.

“Wait,” I said.

Sex was going to happen between us. I knew that. Was I ready? Did it matter if I was? Would Andrei take what he wanted without a care to what I wanted? So many questions.

“Don’t you think we should talk first?” I asked.

“I’m not going to fuck you, Adelaide,” he said.

“You’re not.”

He smirked. “Not today, but I am going to do something else, if you’d let me.”

This came out of the blue. Did I want to know what he was doing? Was it going to be good or painful? Nibbling my lip, I threw caution to the wind. We were compromising and I had to learn to trust Andrei, which wasn’t easy. I’d deal with the Nathan problem once he finished doing whatever it was he wanted to.

He sank to his knees before me. His hands went to my waist, and he grabbed the waistband of my leggings. They were not skintight but comfortable.

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I pressed down on my hands, lifting my body up long enough for him to pull the leggings right off my thighs. This was … new. I still wore my panties. I enjoyed large, comfortable clothes, but when it came to my lingerie, it had to be sexy and lacy. It was what I liked.

Staring at Andrei, I didn’t know why he was doing this. What had changed during the kiss? Our relationship wasn’t normal. There was fire and ice, and it shocked me how readily my body responded to him.

His hands went to my knees, and he opened them, slowly. “How much have you done with a man?” he asked.

“Nothing.”

Should I lie and tell him I’d done something? There were no boys. No men. The moment I met someone, my sister had been there to stake her claim. I’d immersed myself into my studies and volunteering. Finding a life away from them.

He groaned. “You have no idea how much that pleases me. Lie down.”

“Will it hurt?” I asked.

“Why do you assume everything I do is going to hurt you?”

I wasn’t about to point out to him that he was a Bratva man with a reputation for killing things and causing pain. That would spoil the moment, right?

“Trust me.”

I hesitated for a split second and then I lay back. Compromise. That’s what we’d agreed to. Or at least I’d agreed to it, but I’m not sure what Andrei’s compromise was. So far, other than placing Leo as my guard, he’d not sacrificed anything. He wanted to keep me apart from my friend. To cut off my life. Nathan was a good guy. If he gave him the time of day, he’d see that, but as usual, nope, not him, not my husband.

All thought left as the tips of his fingers traced up across my thighs, moving closer toward my pussy. Sinking my teeth into my lip, I held onto the blanket beneath me, trying to find focus, and struggling as I did. I’d never been touched like this, or kissed. This was nice.

He paused, the tips of his fingers so close to the edge of my panties at the front. What would it feel like to have his hand flush against my core? To stroke me? I was not a stranger to arousal. There had been no men in my life, but I had touched myself, finding my own pleasure.

He groaned. “I love these panties, but they have to go.” He gripped them in his hand and tore them in half.

With the panties gone, there was nothing to protect me from his gaze. I stared up at the ceiling, feeling a little unsure. What should I do?

He moved his hands down, going to my feet, which still ached from the glass cuts. The anticipation of what was going to happen next stopped all care of the pain. His hands on my body were better than any shot of liquor.

Andrei lifted my feet, resting them on the edge of the bed, and as he did this, he moved to my inner thighs, opening them.

I was exposed. The lips of my sex opened just a little. There was no hiding. Not from him and certainly not from this.

“So pretty.” His hands slid up my thighs, moving toward my pussy. The tips of his fingers grazed across my lips, and then tugged them open. He wasn’t rough. This was gentle. An exploration. Allowing me to get used to the feel of him between my thighs.

I wanted so much more, but he wouldn’t give it to me. His touch was almost feather-light as he stroked and caressed, never quite touching me the way I wanted. Sinking my teeth into my lip, I tried to contain my moans, but when he finally did slide his thumb through my slit, the instant hit of pleasure was like a lightening bolt that went off.

My cries filled the room, echoing off the walls. I tightened my grip on the blanket beneath me, hoping for anything to hold onto, in order to contain my sanity, but there was nothing.

Andrei leaned in close, his breath brushing across my heated flesh. Was he going to? Anticipation rolled down my back as I waited to see exactly what he would do next. The tip of his tongue danced across my clit, heightening my senses, flooding me with need, making me scream for more, not wanting him to stop.

At first, he just rocked his tongue back and forth across my sensitive nerves, but then he began to move, going down to my entrance, circling my pussy, before making his way back up, making me hungry for more.

He growled against my flesh. “You taste so fucking good.”

I had no idea what I tasted like but his hands moved from my sex, going to my ass, where he gripped me tighter than ever before, and then his mouth ravished me. He sucked my clit into his mouth.

I moaned his name, not wanting him to stop, thrusting against his mouth, craving my orgasm. With how good it felt to have his mouth on me, I couldn’t think of a single reason why we’d stop doing this with each other.

This wasn’t sex. This was different. Foreplay?

I don’t know what has come over Andrei, all I know is that I don’t want it to stop. His mouth moves back to my clit, and then he’s drawing circles, focusing on that tight little bundle of nerves, and I feel my orgasm start to build. Slowly and then quickly turning into a fever pitch of need as I explode, calling out his name.

He captured my hands, pushing them to the bed, keeping me in place as my orgasm took over, sending me to the rooftops and higher still. Andrei stopped when I was a shuddering mess, begging him to because I couldn’t take another moment.

I’m not sure what I expected to happen after he’d licked my pussy, but I watched, mesmerized, as he stood, his hands going to his pants. I hadn’t even realized he was still completely dressed, whereas I was nearly naked. All that remained was a bra, but it didn’t offer me anything in the way of protection.

Andrei shoved his pants and boxer briefs down, and I saw his hardness for the very first time. His cock was long and thick. He wrapped his fingers around the length, starting from the tip, working down to the base, and back again.

I wanted to touch him. He looked hard and soft at the same time. I’d already moved to sit up, and I reached out, wanting to give him the same kind of pleasure he’d given me.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” he said.

I jerked my hand away as if I’d been scalded. Why couldn’t I touch him? I’d noticed Andrei avoided my touch. He kept this distance from us. He could touch me any time he wanted, I had no choice in the matter.

“Take your bra off,” he said.

I wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, but I think I was working on autopilot as I reached behind my back and flicked the catch of my bra, removing it, so he could get his fill.

He groaned, worked his cock, and when he found his orgasm, he spilled his cum right across my breasts. I didn’t want to look at him. Not after how he’d made me feel. The orgasm had been great, but I wasn’t even given the chance to make him come.

Once he finished, he put his dick away and left to the bathroom. He came back seconds later with a cloth, intent on cleaning me up, but I took it from him.

“Adelaide,” he said.

Ignoring him. I got off the bed, and with as much dignity as I could muster, I left him standing in his bedroom, without another word.

He didn’t want my touch. He wouldn’t get my words either.