Ruthless Mafia King: A Dark Bratva Arranged Marriage Romance

Her words are my command.

So fucking eager.

It’s perfection.

At least for tonight, her walls have completely crumbled.

“Lift up, serdtse,” I tell her.

My patience is wearing thin, and all I want is to be inside her.

She pulls back and gives me room to unbutton my pants and pull my aching cock out. She reaches down, pushing aside her own panties, and cups my length in her palm.

My groan escapes the back of my throat. Fuck, that feels good.

“No more foreplay,” I warn her, which only makes her grin widen.

As she shifts closer, her pussy connects with the tip of my cock. She lingers for a moment, waiting for my reaction. There’s no better way to tell her I mean it than by grabbing her hips and pulling her onto me.

Katarina sinks down with a desperate moan, her lips connecting with mine and demanding attention as she slowly works herself to adjust to my girth. I lift her almost all the way off me again, needing her tight walls to hug me. It’s sensational. It’s the only way to describe how the heat between her legs makes my own desire burn brighter and my erection harder.

“Ride me, serdtse,” I command, adding more pressure to her hips as I sink my nails into her butt.

I match her pace. I’ll go as slow as she likes, as long as I feel every inch of her desire.

“Just like that,” she encourages me, her arms wrapping around my shoulders and her breasts pressing against me. The heat between us grows, and sweat beads on her temples, small curls fluttering against her cheek. She lets out a choked gasp and leans back, clamping down around me.

“Oh, yes, that’s perfect, baby,” I encourage as she cries out and struggles to keep the rhythm.

“You feel incredible inside me,” she breathes, her tone of voice sexy and husky. I don’t even care that she’s slurring her words. It’s a sign she’s under my spell and that it will be hard to ever push me away.

I grab her hips and lift her up without pulling my cock out of her pussy. She squeals in surprise. A mischievous smile replaces her pouty lips as she presses her mouth back to mine. I blindly turn us around and gently set her down on the bed, ready to take the reins and fuck her senseless.

“Spread those legs wide open, serdtse,” I tell her. Her breathing grows shallow, and her pupils dilate, fully consumed by her lust. It’s a sight to see her like this. I’m eager to drink it in and kiss her hard before it passes.

With her limbs spread open, her cunt glistening for me, she pleads, “Fuck me, big guy. Show me what it means to be yours.”

Mine.

It sounds heavenly, taking the lead from my control. It might be the only thing that makes me lose my mind and focus on things I normally deem insignificant.

“Ah, yes,” I hiss, throwing my head back as I grip her hips and drive home.

For once, I’m speechless. There are no words to explain how incapable I am to resist her.

I slowly lean down and brush my lips against her breast, working my way up to her mouth. When our tongues meet, it’s wild and demanding. The beast inside me is on edge, always watching, always wanting more. I slide my hand down to her pussy, and my thumb finds her clit. She tenses, and I nearly come as I hit another angle in her tight little hole.

“Harder,” she begs. “Faster.”

“As you wish, serdtse.” I growl as I quicken my thrusts. “I’m going to ruin you.”

She whimpers but agrees, spreading her legs wider.

“Good girl,” I murmur into her mouth. “Your pussy is perfect for me.”

“Yes, yes . . .” she mewls, clawing her fingers into my back and sucking in her breath as she meets my thrusts.

We collapse in an explosion of fire and sparks, and it’s fucking divine. Her on her back, my hand gripping her neck, and her nails piercing the skin on my shoulders so hard, they draw blood. My cock slams into her pussy. The only sounds in the room are the ones our bodies and mouths make. Together, we keep the rhythm. The crescendo rises higher until it’s so quick that neither of us can match the intensity.

“I’m coming,” she chokes, shuddering underneath me and bringing me closer to the abyss with her.

Her warmth envelops my cock as her mouth gasps for air. I swallow the breaths coming out of her lungs with another searing kiss.

It’s animalistic, this primal need that connects us, making it hard to pull away. She’s embedded in my body, a part of me, like the best drug you can ever get.

“Nik,” Katarina breathes out with a shake of her head.

Her brow’s pinched, her eyes shut, her eyebrows knitted together. I know she’s trying to ride the wave of pleasure longer. She’s a fighter, she won’t just give in.

I should’ve expected something like this to happen. There’s nothing more pleasurable than to fuck on the tip of a blade that won’t be dulled by feeling or sensation.

She’s hot for me.

My hunger for her is insatiable.

“I’m close,” I warn her.

She groans, digging her nails in deeper.

Fuck, she feels wonderful.

When it becomes too much, I let myself slip over the edge. The climax is sharp and euphoric, spiraling all the way down to the core of my cock and threatening to snap me in half.

“Oh, fuck,” I pant, bracing myself against the mattress.

It’s overwhelming, and Katarina’s wrapped in my embrace again, shaking with her own orgasm as she screams my name over and over again.

There’s a short period of time before my body stops shaking. I’m on edge, but this time it’s not the kind that makes my muscles coil. There’s a sense of rightness in my head. It’s fucking hard to catch my breath when she’s drawing so much attention from my entire body, and I’m struggling to ignore my emotions.

But I can’t.

Instead, I keep my mouth shut, closing my eyes and reveling in the moment while pushing her hair out of her face. Gently, my lips brush the corner of her mouth.

Out of breath and sated, she presses her hand against my chest. “I want to stay in your bed tonight.”

It’s as if she’s reading my mind. I want to feel her body in my arms until the sun comes up. It’s as if my wish has finally come true.

“Don’t make me regret this,” I respond, and lean over her, sealing my mouth to hers. She kisses me back, and I know this will forever be the most perfect night.

We could be anywhere, and I’d make her feel good. Once she admits she’s addicted, we can have fun together, just the two of us. When she starts to care for me, she’ll no longer be a victim. Instead, she’ll be my queen. The woman meant to share my life and stand by my side.

“What makes you think that you can trust me not to stab you in the night?”

“I don’t think you want to do that anymore.” I laugh. “Besides, you had plenty of chances to do that the other night. Also, my men are outside. You wouldn’t get far.”

She shakes her head, then gives me a hint of a smile. “Fine, you win. I’m surrendering.”

I respond to her challenge with an amused smirk. “Yeah, sweet Kat, you are.”

Our lips crash together. She gasps and moans as my hand roams her body, knowing exactly where she needs my touch. Her nipples are hard and sensitive, wanting attention, like a cherry ripe and ready to be picked. Only then will I stop sucking on her lip to savor what’s waiting for me down below.

Her legs automatically part, and I smile, brushing a finger between them. She jolts at the contact but doesn’t push me away. She’s hot, a light sheen of perspiration on her thighs making my cock ache again.

I play with her entrance, rolling my thumb around her soft tissue. She can definitely keep up with me. She has more stamina than I thought she would. I groan in approval and pull her into my arms.

Katarina nestles herself with her back against my chest, her ass rubbing against my cock as my fingers play with her clit. I bury my face in her neck, sucking on her skin while I cup her breast and tease her nipple.

“Your body likes me,” I tell her in a whisper, just loud enough to make her shiver against me.

“Mhm,” she says noncommittally, spreading her legs further and grinding her ass to my erection. “Promise me you won’t keep me your prisoner forever,” she whispers in between moans. “I want equality. I want freedom.”

“Behave, and I’ll give you that and much more,” I murmur, increasing the pressure on her clit.

Katarina’s moaning grows louder as I continue my ministrations. I swallow her sounds with my mouth, wanting to lose myself inside her again.

We roll around on the sheets, hungry again and doing whatever it takes to be as close to each other as humanly possible. My hands don’t relent from her breasts or pussy. I want to touch her more than anything.

She wants me, and I’m not ashamed to admit that I need every inch of her delectable pussy. I slide my fingers inside her, reveling in the way her walls respond to me.

This time, we’re not blindly grabbing at each other. Our movements are slow and deliberate. Without wanting to admit it out loud, we’re making love.

She presses her legs together, searching for the sweet friction against her swollen clit. Her throat is bared, ready for me to mark it. I’m not shying away from the primal instinct to suck her skin hard.

“Oh, fuck,” she gasps, as her orgasm crashes through her body.

I hold her close to me, bringing her to the peak twice. There’s no more room for gentleness or tenderness right now. She needs release. She needs to remember this is real and not a twisted nightmare.

“Nik,” she gasps, and jerks into my hand as she reaches her climax.

When the high dissipates and she becomes oversensitive, I draw back and tighten my grip around her.

“It’s okay, serdtse,” I whisper reassuringly. “I’ll let you rest now.”

Her breathing steadies, her body relaxing in my arms.

“Why do you want to marry me?” she asks quietly, her question catching me by surprise.

“Your family will kill me otherwise,” I reply. “If I let you go, they’ll kill me. But if I marry you, their honor won’t allow them to touch me.”

Katarina lets out a humorless chuckle. “You’re betting it all on the hope that they have a sense of honor.”

“They do when it comes to you,” I say, having thought about the same thing many times over.

“But why did you pick me in the first place?” she asks. “We’ve never met. I was only aware of your existence because my best friend is obsessed with your magazine cover.”

“The story about the most eligible bachelors of New York?” I chuckle. “That was a silly article.”

“Maybe, but your picture was memorable,” she says, twisting her head so her gaze meets mine. “You didn’t answer my question. Why me?”

“Because one of your brothers was responsible for the car accident that killed my mother and fiancée,” I explain, carefully observing her for any sign that she knew about it. “All these years, he’s escaped punishment. You can imagine why that infuriates me.”

“I had no idea you were engaged,” she breathes. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

She places a gentle hand on my shoulder.

“Won’t you ask me who it was?” I inquire.

She pauses, probably not expecting me to take that route.

I just can’t help myself. I need the satisfaction of knowing how well she knows her brothers.

“It was Igor, wasn’t it?” she whispers. “He’s crashed a lot of cars, but I never knew there were any casualties.”

“Your father covered it up,” I growl. “He has half of the police force on his payroll.”

Katarina lifts her head, studying me closely.

“How come you haven’t killed him, then?” she challenges softly. “Why come after me instead?”

“Killing them would be too easy,” I reply. “Losing you will hurt them deeper.”

She pulls away from me and sits on the edge of the bed. “Is that all I am to you? A pawn in your game of vengeance?”

“We’re all somebody’s pawn, serdtse,” I tell her, pushing myself into a sitting position. “What are you willing to do about it? How will you play the cards you’ve been dealt? Will you partner up with your enemy or become one more name on the never-ending list of casualties? The choice is yours. That’s the one thing no one can take away from you.”

She swallows. I’m laying everything out there, trying to get the conversation on the right track. Finally, there’s nothing else between us but the truth.

“I either try to escape and be killed in the process, or I agree to marry you,” she muses, with a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes.

“Marry me, and I’ll treat you like a queen,” I promise. “Show me I can trust you, and I’ll give you equality and freedom. If you do well by me, I’ll give you the world, serdtse. It might feel like you’re going into this as a prisoner, but I assure you that once we’re on the other side, you’ll be more free than ever before.”

Katarina’s pale green eyes study me for the longest of moments. I hold my breath as I wait for her reply. The way she will react now is the foundation on which we’ll build our future. This is it. I hope she can see it.

Before I realize what’s happening, Katarina is back in my arms, her lips pressed against mine.

I pull her onto my lap and wrap my arms around her.

Yes. Fucking yes.

I claim her mouth. I can’t get enough of her.

She pulls back and rests her forehead against mine.

“Hurt me, and I’ll kill you myself, Nik,” she warns, and with that, I have her. It’s her way of giving in and offering me her heart.

Katarina Sokolov has been tamed.