The Bratty Heiress

“So, you’re happy with him?”Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

“I am, very much in love with my husband.”

“I see…” He sounds disappointed. Yegor would check in on me every couple of times a year, with the same question. But he never pushes forward with his intention. And Luka knows about this, about our conversation.

A month after I was rescued from his residence years ago, Yegor was captured by the Russian government for his drug cartel business. Karla was the one who brought him in, and she got a huge press and promotion out of it.

Wait… just in case you forget about her, Karla was the woman that I saw years ago in Russia when on that same night I had the accident for thinking the worst about Luka.

She was actually an undercover agent and was not supposed to be on the frontline. But when she tipped her boss about Yegor, he insisted that she apprehend him and take all the fame.

Luka said to me one day, it was all because of the bureaucracy. And that she was pissing some people off. So she was given the easy job, that is to handle the cartel. She was demoted from her career path, though they kept on calling it a promotion.

Meanwhile, Luka and Yegor had weird brotherly chemistry, both silently agreeing not to hurt each other knowing it’ll upset me.

But sometimes I always feel bad, really bad… every time I remember about how I easily gave in to Yegor. I know Luka loves me, but deep down that regret stayed and the what-ifs remained.

So… here’s my two cents for all of you out there. When you love someone, stick your ground. I know it’s easy for me to say that right now, but I wish I could turn back time and do it differently.

“Olga? here… let the nanny help you put Katya to her bed. I’ll take Vadim…” he told the older woman to come into our room, and she gently takes sleeping little Katya from her crib beside me.

“Thank you, Ira…”

She nodded, not wanting to wake up the two-year-old. Then Luka took Vadim with him and kissed my cheek.

“Go take a bath, I already prepared it for you. I’ll join you later.” He added the words sneakily, making me smile at him.

We have been taking baths together as our end of the daily routine, he knows that I needed it since I was always busy with the twins.

“So, how’s Klara? When will she arrive? Katya has been asking for her auntie, and Vadim… well, he just wants the treats she always spoiled our kids with.” I asked as he joins me in the bath.

“She’s still stuck with paperwork, she will text me when she’s on the plane.”

He started pouring the liquid soap to my back and start massaging it to my liking. He’s so good at it, I’m really lucky to have the whole package.

“Baby, are you sure about not wanting another nanny? You are so tense…” he asked while I moaned when he applies more pressure to my back.

God… maybe he was a massage therapist in his previous life. He knew all the right places and release my muscle knots easily.

“Luka, I told you… I want our kids to grow up knowing their parents, not their entourage of helpers… I had grown up with sets on nannies and chefs, and you grow up without your parents. We’re doing this, we’re breaking the tradition…”

“Thank you…”

“No, thank you…”

“Baby, enough… we talked about these hundreds of times already. I don’t like that you kept on feeling the guilt, I’m part to blame, in fact, if I didn’t stubbornly…”

“Okay, but what if I thanked you sexily?”

I turned around and face him, then start kissing his neck, trailing to his jawline, and licking his ear. He sighed when my body slithered to his, then my hand trail between his legs and stroked his hardness.

“What if… I thanked you for giving me my happiness, by stroking you… and… kissing you… what if… I… push myself… and let you… stretch… oh fuck baby…”

I was moaning as he grunts under me, I was straddling him. His hands pushed my waists down to him, making both of us moan and the water splash out of the tub.

“Thanked me love… damn Olga baby… move your hips… like that, slowly… ohh… fuckk… maybe we should…”

But I kept on moving my hips, as I feel the build of my orgasm and arched my back when he starts to lick and bite my nipple sensually slow. I was grabbing his hair, keeping him where I wanted him.

“Okay, we need to…” he pulled me up and carry me to the shower. He pushed me against the shower wall, my back to his chest. He was spreading my legs with his knees, he was showing me his dominance which he knows, I always crave for.

“Mine, my little brat… you’re always mine… you will not think of the past anymore…” his hand grabbed my neck and his other hand pulled my waist to his.

I yelled out his name in ecstasy when he entered me roughly from behind, and thrust hard over and over again.

“Say it my brat… no talk of the past… not

… any… more…” he voiced his words with each thrust while keeping my waists still, pushing himself deeper.

“No… more… past… Luka, baby… I’m going… to…”

“Hold it…”

Shit… not this game…

The moment he said it, I was beyond horny… knowing he was getting into his dominant ways.

“Luka, I can’t… I’m so…”

He slapped my ass hard, making me clench him tight and he groaned harshly into my ear. His hand moved down from my neck to my chest and hold me possessively. His other hand move from my waist and played me expertly taking me higher to another level.

I was holding myself, really trying to, but his touches, his thrusts, his possessive holds, his rough and sexy voice were taking me higher and higher.

“I can’t… please…” he knew I was close, and he knew that I would always want to follow his demands.

“It’ll be so good princess, be a good little brat and hold back your orgasm…”

He kept on thrusting hard and fast, his kisses to my back and neck we’re driving me crazy.

“Do you want to cum baby?”

“Fuckk… yes… yes… Luka please…”

“Say it…”

“No talk… of.. the… ohh… past…”

“Come my love… now!”

I did just that, my legs trembled so hard and gave out on me. But he was holding me still and picking up his speed… I was a goner. I was coming down from my climax with him still fucking me hard and fast until he finally let himself climax and felt him leaked and trailed the inner side of my thighs.

*****

An hour later I was cuddling up to his chest when his phone buzzed with an incoming text and he cursed loudly.

“That stupid Yegor!”

“What happened?”

“One of Klara’s friend just texted me saying that he saw Klara was taken by Yegor.” Luka abruptly got up and open his laptop then started typing away.

I slumped back to the bed but then had this crazy idea to call Yegor. I honestly didn’t know if he was going to pick it up, but it was Klara and I’ve developed a very close bond with her. Knowing her past, she must be scared shitless right now.

“Yegor…”

I was shocked that he picks up on the first tone. Luka definitely heard me, as he halts his fingers above the keyboard and moves to the bed to grab my phone.

“What the fuck dude! You fucking let her go! Now! You are done… I’m going to find you!”

He cursed loudly and gives me back my phone.

“You should let me talk to him…” I was thinking maybe I could ask why and told him to let her go. I didn’t know if I could, but at least I tried.

“What? Why? Because he was intimate with you once?!”

There, finally… after all of these damn years, he admitted it. There was a glimpse of anger but then he was silent, knowing that in the heat of the moment he just said the wrong thing.

The words that I was afraid of, the words I knew he was actually keeping in it on the inside, that he was actually still hurt by my betrayal.

I was silent as I get up and decided to leave him in our room. I went to the kids’ room, I kissed Vadim’s temple and smile as he pushed my face away and went back to sleep, then I went to Katya’s bed and rest my head on her pillow and caressed her chubby cheeks.

I love all of you so much…

Too much it hurts…

“Mommy?”

Katya opened her eyes, and let out her chubby fingers onto my wet cheek.

“Sshh… sleep now, my little angel. Mommy will sleep here with you…”