Arranged Bratva Love

Slavik

The cleaning crew knew not to ask any questions.

Sergei’s body would be removed. His apartment was already being cleared out along with any personal effects. There was no family for me to call. No one to shame with his behavior.

I waited as they cleaned my apartment. All that was left was my blood-soaked clothing. I stripped out of it, handing them the clothes, and they left my apartment. Everything had a price, even covering your tracks.

Seeing Sergei on my wife, I’d snapped. I’d never been possessive about any woman in my life and yet, seeing him kissing her was more than I could stand.

Deep down, I knew she’d been trying to fight him. Aurora hadn’t asked for the kiss, and still, I’d been hyped up on rage and the need to kill.

Sergei got an easy death, and for me, that didn’t sit well. I hated it.

With my hands on my hips, I stared around my now pristine apartment. The last five, no, nearly six months, Aurora had lived in my place and still, she hadn’t done a single thing to make her mark.

There was nothing here that stood out.

No trinket to tell anyone who visited-not that anyone did-that she lived here. This apartment wasn’t even mine in the true sense. I owned the building and I’d taken residence here, but there weren’t any personal effects of mine either.

Laying down roots was hard for me to do. It wasn’t something I could just do with the snap of my fingers.

“What the fuck am I doing?” I ran a hand down my face and headed toward the bedroom. The door was locked. I tried the handle, realizing she’d tried to keep me out. Not happening.

Aurora needed to learn there was no easy way to keep me away. With a simple snap of the handle and my body weight shoved against it, the door came open.

I expected to see her on the bed.

At least hear a scream.

Nothing.

The bathroom door was also closed.

Like the main bedroom door, this one was also locked.

“Aurora, open the fucking door,” I said.

My patience was at an all-time low. If I had any sanity left, I’d try to talk to her, but right now, I needed a shower.

“Go away,” she said.

Gritting my teeth, I clenched my hands into tight fists. “You think this door is going to keep me out?”

“No, but you need to calm down. I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I’m not angry.”

“You just killed Sergei.”

“And I’ll kill any fucking man who thinks they can put their hands on you and get away with it. You’re mine, Aurora.”

“I’m what you had to have. I’m not yours.”

I slammed my fist against the door. Her anger actually aroused me. She wasn’t simpering in a corner. I liked the fact she talked back to me.

This felt good. Really good.

“Stop banging!” She screamed the last part, and I put my palm against the door, gritting my teeth once again.

I had two choices. Wait for her to open the door, or break it down.

I chose the latter.

The moment I broke the lock and entered the room, Aurora let out a little cry.

She stood with a towel wrapped around her, and I smelled bleach. I saw her clothes were in the sink and she’d poured bleach all over them.

Her hair was still damp from the shower.

My hands were covered in dried blood.

Aurora nibbled on her lip. “I … I didn’t know what to do with these.”

“I’ll handle it,” I said. I turned on the shower, waiting for the water to warm up.

I stepped into the stall, and Aurora tried to make her escape, only I wouldn’t let her. I grabbed her arm and dragged her into the stall right along with me. Pinning her up against the wall, I flicked the towel, allowing it to fall on the floor, and I simply looked my fill.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

“You’re angry.”

I grabbed the soap and rinsed my hands. The blood fell away down the drain as if nothing happened. “I’m not angry.”

“You didn’t have to kill him.”

“You think he was only going to be satisfied with kissing you? He didn’t even have the sense to listen to you tell him no. Sergei would have raped you to get what he wanted.”

She released a gasp. “You believe me.”

“Yes. I saw it.”

“But why did you blame me?”

“I was angry, Aurora. No man wants to come home to find his wife kissing another man. At first, it didn’t register that you were fighting against him. Sergei’s dead now and I’ve handled everything.”

“Oh. Will his death cause you trouble?”

“No. Sergei was alone in this world. No one will care that he’s dead.”

I watched her swallow a lump in her throat. “You care?” I asked.

“Yes. He … for the past few months, he’d been really nice to me.”

“He wanted to fuck you. Any man would be nice to you.”

She snorted. “Yeah, right. Can I go now?”

“No.” I handed her the soap. “Wash me.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“No.” I took hold of her wrist and forced her to touch my chest. Staring at her, I waited. What Aurora didn’t seem to know was how patient I’d been with her. It never happened for a man in my position to give their wife time to adapt. I hadn’t forced my will onto her. Demanded she spread her legs for me so I can put a baby inside her. I’d given her time.

What was my reward? To find another man kissing her and have blue balls for the pleasure of it-not happening.

Staring at her now, I noticed her movements were kind of jerky, but I wasn’t going to give her an out she clearly sought.

The soap ran over my skin, but that wasn’t the touch I wanted.

“Lather your hands up.”

She followed the instruction, and I took the soap from her. “Now, clean me.”

She shook a little as her hands went from my neck down to my chest. I was sure she hesitated at my neck as she’d been tempted to throttle me. I smiled. It wouldn’t be the first time a woman wanted to kill me.

Aurora was a good woman, though. She’d been trained well and so she worked her hands down, being careful not to touch my cock, which had swelled the moment she started to touch me.

When Ivan first told me I’d be marrying the Fredo daughter, there had been no attraction. No desire to marry this woman. I’d known her family had tried to insult us by giving us what he considered his second best, but something was happening to me.

I wasn’t entirely sure what.

I craved her touch on me, but more than that, I wanted Aurora to want me, to beg for my touch. Our wedding night had been a disaster.

The whole tradition of bloody sheets had fucking infuriated me. The way the men looked at the evidence of her broken virginity, that was mine. All mine. I should have put a stop to it, but I played along, as was the rules.

I was a powerful man.

I’d been with a lot of women in my time. Fucked them and forgot them. I’d never known what it was like to have a virgin. Not just any virgin, my wife. Untouched by all other men. No one else would know how tight her cunt was, how sweet her mouth tasted, and how soft her body was next to mine. So very addictive. I couldn’t wait to feel her once again.

She continued to ignore my arousal until I finally snapped and placed her fingers around my dick. She froze, and I paused, staring into her eyes.

“You know what I want.”

Aurora shook her head.

With my hand covering hers, I made her work up and down my length. She nibbled on her lip as if this was the strangest thing she’d ever encountered but she didn’t stop and I liked that. I liked that she kept on going. The tip already leaked pre-cum, and I groaned. I closed my eyes for a split second, basking in the pleasure she evoked within me.

My balls were so fucking tight.

Letting go of her hand, I pressed mine against the wall, caging her in.

“Faster,” I said.

I was so close.

She worked my dick faster, and I stared into her eyes.

Her brown ones stared back at me with wonder as well as hunger. That’s right, baby. This is what you’re doing to me.

I couldn’t hold back my release, and as she continued to stroke me, my release spilled out, coating her stomach.

Even before my orgasm ebbed away, I gripped the back of her neck, slamming my lips down on hers as I finished my orgasm.

I wanted to be inside her, but this was second best.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Any anger I had slowly fell away.

I wouldn’t hurt Aurora.

She was my wife, and regardless of what she thought, I was going to protect her.