Arranged Bratva Love

Slavik

I caught the flash.

Aurora didn’t understand it, but I did.

My wife felt a spark of attraction. The way she moved her body, like she wanted to get away from me, but only made me aware of her as a woman.

In fact, I’d been made aware of it several times.

I’d never allowed myself to get attached to anyone. Not even Ivan or Cara. I cared for them, and they were like a family, but the truth was I had no real emotion when it came to them. It was business. We’d survived by banding together and creating the world we now lived in where we were on top.

Aurora was different. I’d sensed it the first time I met her.

Now, she proved it. Even as she was afraid, her mouth couldn’t seem to stop, and I, for one, fucking loved it.

Don’t get me wrong, the women in my life had all known the score. I was good for a quick fuck, nothing else. I never got close. Always kept them at arm’s length. They always knew I was there for a release and I didn’t always care if they felt it too. In fact, I’d even used lubrication when I hadn’t been in the mood to make them wet enough to take me.

Aurora shouldn’t have been any different.

I didn’t love her. I didn’t have a crush on her. She wasn’t strikingly beautiful, and yet for me, I picked her out of a crowd with ease.

Staring at her now, with her soft body so close, I hated that we were in the restaurant. Along with the spark of attraction, she also held fear.

Even with her emotions all over the place, I liked her mouth. The way she talked back. Some men would have backhanded her. Not me. I didn’t want a puppet or a submissive that couldn’t think for herself.

This was the most refreshing moment of our marriage so far.

Tilting my head to the side, I looked at her, really looked at her. She possessed brown eyes. At first, I had thought they were dull, but they were anything but. They sparkled. There was a lot going on inside Aurora’s head, and I didn’t have the first clue what half of it was about. I had no doubt she was afraid I’d kill her. Tonight, she was safe.

She’d curled her long brown hair, and it fell around her like a frame. I happened to love the length. How long it looked, and there were times I wanted to run my fingers down it. I hadn’t taken nearly enough time to appreciate my wife.

She had a small nose, full lips, and nice cheekbones. Nothing was too sharp. She had curves on her as well.

Some people might think she needed to drop a few pounds, not me. The few times I’d fucked her, I’d loved there was more than a handful. I wasn’t afraid of pounding inside her. She wouldn’t break beneath me and could take all of me. That alone held an attraction.

Her tits. The dress I’d given her accentuated the size of her breasts, and again, I wanted them naked beneath me, swinging above me.

There were moments like these where I wanted the time to explore Aurora. Where our marriage, the treaty, the Bratva, or her mafia family didn’t get in the way.

Years of training were hard to let go. We both had our past.

“You want to sit and talk while we eat dinner?” This was new to me.

In the past, women had been more than happy for me to ignore them, just so long as I paid the bill. The same went with all areas. If I paid, they were happy to give me what I wanted.

Again, Aurora was different. She’d yet to use my money on anything. The clothes she’d gotten were the ones I brought for her.

“Yes,” she said, cutting through my thoughts.

“Then let’s go and talk.”

She nodded her head, but I hadn’t moved. “You need to step back.”

“I will, but it’s going to cost you,” I said.

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“Kiss me.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” I said. I could have taken the kiss. Aurora wouldn’t fight me. The training her family had thrust into her was hard for her to ignore. She’d let me do anything to her. This was our world. Women, unfortunately, were nothing more than a commodity. A price someone was willing to pay. For Aurora, the Bratva paid in peace as did her family.

“You want me to kiss you?” she asked.

“Yes. Like you mean it.”

“I don’t know how.”

“Simple. Kiss me like your life depends on it.”

“That’s not a good reason to have a kiss.”

“It’s the only reason you need. We’re not leaving until you kiss me.”

“You’d keep the restaurant open all night just so I’d kiss you?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“You’re bluffing.”

“I own the restaurant. They’d do as they’re told.”

She licked her lips, and I saw her struggling, but I’d won. She just needed to realize I had and there was no point in fighting it.

I wanted that tongue on mine.

For a few seconds, nothing happened. She stayed perfectly still, and I kept her trapped. I had no problem holding her here. This worked for me because I had her close to my body. The soft curves of her breasts calling to me.

Slowly, almost too slowly for me to appreciate, she put her hands on my chest. Her touch light, soft. She slid her hands up to cup my face. Aurora touched my face and let me go.

I saw the fight in her gaze and I stayed perfectly still, giving her the time to make all the moves.

She cupped my face and waited.

Did she think I’d kill her for touching me?

I’d done so in the past, but this was different. I’d asked her to kiss me. I wanted her touch, but she was treating me like a bomb about to go off.

Even with the heels I’d given her, I was still much taller than her. She had no choice but to go on her tiptoes, which brought her body flush against mine, and fuck me if that didn’t feel good.

The soft press of her tits.

I wanted to grab her.

Instead, I held myself perfectly still as her lips brushed across mine. The touch was fleeting, and she pulled back.

“Not good enough.”

“It was a kiss.”

I was done playing games. Grabbing her ass, I sank my fingers into her hair and tugged her close. I slammed my lips down on hers and ravished her mouth, taking control, giving her the kiss I truly wanted.

She released a moan, her fingers sinking against my shoulders as she held on to me. It wasn’t enough. I traced the fullness of her lip, and she opened up, deepening the kiss. Then I lifted her up on the counter, spreading her thighs so my cock was close to her.

As much as I wanted to continue, fucking her in the bathroom of a restaurant wasn’t what I had in mind for today.

I jerked away.

The dress had ridden up. The slits were open, exposing her thighs. She touched her lips and shook her head, getting to her feet.

She nearly fell to the floor, but I captured her, not letting her go until I was sure she was balanced.

“I’m fine.”

“I ordered dinner for you. Let’s go and eat.” I held my hand out. She took it.

Sergei was outside of the bathroom. Again, I hated the way he looked at my wife. I made a note to look into a replacement bodyguard for my wife. I wouldn’t kill Sergei for having a little crush, if that was even what he had. I wasn’t a fool. I was very much aware of the bonds that formed between wives and bodyguards. They were always around each other. They became friends and for some, it turned into a relationship.

Not all husbands liked their women fucking the help, though. For me, it wasn’t Sergei’s social standing that was the problem. I simply didn’t want him or any man touching my wife.

She belonged to me.

I’d taken her virginity. All of her firsts, and every encounter after that all belonged to me.

I wasn’t going to give her up.

Back at our table, I nodded for the waiter to bring out our dinner. Staring at Aurora now, her lips swollen, her hair a little disheveled, she looked everywhere but at me. The fire no longer in her eyes, but now, I wanted to talk.

“Your father had nothing to do with the attack. He didn’t send those men.”

Her gaze landed back on me, exactly where I wanted them. “Oh.”

“Yes. It would seem the men who attacked the party had formed what they felt was an elite group of soldiers.”

“I don’t understand.” Her frown was cute.

“To put it simply, the soldiers that worked for your father, and the other Capos, decided they didn’t like taking orders. They formed their own group, considering themselves the best of the soldiers. They weren’t, which is why they were let go with ease. We don’t make it a habit of driving out our best soldiers.”

“Why attack the party?”

“They didn’t like the Bratva connection. They attacked the party as it contained the two of us.”

“They were intentionally going to kill us?” she asked. “They attacked and hurt people. Killed people because of us.”

“Our marriage is a peace treaty. It is what stops the streets from running red with blood. They hoped to kill us to void the peace treaty, or to make us believe they’d attacked, voiding the treaty and starting up a street war.”

“Why are you telling me all this?”

“You wanted conversation. You asked what I’d been doing this week. This is what I’d been doing.”

I’d never talked work with anyone outside of who I dealt with.

Aurora sat back. “Does that mean there are more soldiers out there? No one would attack and leave themselves vulnerable, would they?”

“You’re right. They recruited more soldiers who were not happy with the alliance, as well as people, mostly ex-military men, who are not good at taking orders. They created a small army within a matter of weeks, if not months.”

“So we’re in danger right now as we’re having our meal?”

I nodded. The truth was, even without the small army, I was in danger every single second of my life. She didn’t need to know that. So far, the dinner was going well.

“I don’t know how you can be so calm.”

“Easy. They’re not the first people who’ve wanted to kill me and I have no doubt they won’t be the last.” I sipped at my wine.

Our dinner arrived.

The waiter left.

“You’re … amazing,” she said.

I smiled. “Why?”

“I’m freaking out and I don’t have the first clue what is going on or even why, and yet, this just seems all a little surreal. You’re a strong man, Slavik.”

I didn’t pay attention to the compliment.

All my life, I’d lived with the threat of being killed. It was not new to me and fighting to survive was second nature.

“How was your week?” I asked.

“Boring. I didn’t do anything quite as exciting as you. I used the pool. Cooked myself some food. Read. That’s about it.”

Just as I was about to say something, a couple stopped by our table.

I recognized Andrei Belov. He controlled section two of cities under Ivan’s control. He was a brigadier like me and answered to the Volkov Bratva. With the attack, Ivan had organized a meeting with all of us to take place in my territory, seeing as this was where we were attacked.

The woman on Andrei’s arms was his intended. Her name escaped me.

“I thought it was you, and you were not wrong. This place is amazing,” he said.

“I only have the best.”

“Bethany, I’d like you to meet Slavik Ivanov and his wife, Aurora.”

“It is so nice to meet you both.” Bethany shook my hand and turned to Aurora. “We need to organize a lunch or a shopping trip. I would love to do both.” She put her hand on Andrei’s chest. “I know we’re going to be leaving soon, and it’s so hard to make friends here. What do you say?”

Aurora smiled but didn’t say anything.

“My wife is available tomorrow. I’ll make the arrangements with you, Andrei.”

“Call it a date.”

Andrei shook my hand and they made their excuses to leave.

I wasn’t like Andrei. To look and to listen to him, men believed his position of power was unfounded. What they didn’t know was he had a mean streak and in fact, I wouldn’t wish my worst enemy to be alone with him when he was on the warpath.

Ivan Volkov did not pick soft men to run his cities. It was why he’d gotten six of the best, divided up his cities into sections, and we ruled them all.

“Do I have to go to lunch?” Aurora asked.

“Yes. It would be rude not to and he’s a friend. You’ll be safe.”

“It’s easy for you to say.”

“What is the problem?”

“She doesn’t really want to have lunch with me.”

“Did I see her talking to someone else?” I asked.

“You don’t understand. It’s fine.” She waved her hand in the air, dismissing me. Whatever had happened in the bathroom was gone, and I was pissed off Andrei had interrupted my dinner.