Arranged Bratva Love

Slavik

I should have known she wouldn’t just go to sleep and be the nice, sweet wife I once had.

Aurora stood in her pajamas, pacing the hallway when I entered. I’d instructed the driver to remain outside, stopping her from trying to escape. Before he left, he told me she didn’t try to leave.

I’d hoped she’d be asleep.

I couldn’t be done with dramatics.

They were tiring, but as I looked at my wife, it would seem the last three hours I’d left her alone, she’d been more than prepared.

Damn.

She stormed toward me and as her hand came up to slap me, I captured it, not allowing her to even connect with my face. She growled at me and tried to jerk away, but I grabbed both of her arms and pressed her up against the wall, stopping her from going anywhere else.

“Let me go.”

“No.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“Look at you, using all these big words. I didn’t even know your father let you know the insults you could throw at a man. You’re supposed to be trained to be obedient.”

“Fuck you.”

This woman was making me hard. I liked that she fought back.

I wouldn’t hurt her.

There was no desire to cause her pain, but she had started to piss me off by trying to hit me. I’d killed more men for less of an insult.

She wriggled against me, and I made her aware of how aroused I was. She stopped.

“Did you sleep with her?” she asked.

“No.”

She growled. “Did you have sex with her?”

“Not tonight,” I said.

She jerked within my hands. “So you have … slept with her.”

“There was no sleeping involved with us. Dawn is a woman who likes to fuck. She was easy, and I don’t like it to be too difficult. She was an easy woman to pay off.”

“Let go of me.”

“No.”

“Can I take a lover?” she asked, startling me.

“No!” I growled the word out.

She snorted. “So you can have all the women in the world but I have to what? Deal with you? Other women have lovers. I can be discreet.”

I liked my wife being only mine and the fact she stood there willing to be with another man, well, now that really pissed me off.

Glaring at her, I wrapped my fingers around her throat. I didn’t squeeze, I merely held her. “If you ever look or allow another man to touch you, their death will be your fault.”

Tears filled her eyes. “I hate you.”

“Join the club.”

“You get to have your fun. To enjoy other women, and I’ve got to stay here and what? Wait for you?”

“Yes.” What my wife failed to see was that I hadn’t slept with another woman since I’d made her my wife.

I let go of her neck. “This conversation is over.”

“Why? Because you said so?”

“Yes. Do as you’re told!”

“No!” She shoved me in the chest. “I’m tired of being told what to do. I won’t allow it anymore. I will find a man and when I do, I will sleep with him.”

I snapped.

Grabbing the back of her neck, I walked her into the sitting room and bent her over the sofa.

She cried out.

I pressed my cock against her ass.

“Let me go.”

“You want to know what it’s like to take a man? Do you think you’re going to have any control over them? They want one thing.” With my other hand, I cupped her pussy. She cried, trying to get away from me.

I rubbed her through the soft fabric of her pajamas, but I knew she wasn’t aroused. I was scaring my wife.

“The only cock you will ever know will be mine.” I spun her around, and I saw the tears glistening in her eyes, the fear. Any arousal I had faded.

I pulled her up against me, slammed my lips down on hers, and kissed her hard. There was no gentleness. This was rough, hard, and I had to have it.

She didn’t fight me, and at the end, I thrust her away from me, storming toward the bathroom.

I slammed the door closed-it had been fixed, along with the bedroom door.

I removed my jacket and shirt, pressing my palms flat to the counter, and I stared at my reflection.

Why did I care if she took a lover?

Aurora was all mine and I liked it that way. The thought of another man touching her… I couldn’t; a cold rage seeped into my core. The need to mark her, to make sure every single man stayed the fuck away from her was strong.

I’d never known this rage. This was new.

I’d dealt with my anger so many times in the past, but this was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. This was a whole new level of anger, and I didn’t like it.

My reflection didn’t help.

I removed the last of my clothes and stepped beneath the spray of the cold shower. I stayed under the water for a good thirty minutes. When I closed my eyes, all I saw were the tears and the fear.

Aurora shouldn’t look at me like that.

I was aware a lot of men got off on hurting women in our world. How their tears turned them on and the harder they fought, the easier it was for them to take. Rape never appealed to me. Forcing a woman sickened me. There was no power there.

I turned the shower off, wrapped a towel around my waist, and glanced over to see the bed was empty.

Leaving the bedroom, I found her curled up on the sofa, crying.

“I … I’m sorry,” she said.This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

She looked so fucking fragile. My wife was not supposed to be doing this to me.

Annoyed with myself, I pulled the coffee table closer. “I’m not fucking any other woman. I haven’t been with anyone else since you.”

“How can I believe you?”

“I haven’t lied.”

She sniffled.

There was more I wanted to say, but the words didn’t come. Instead, I picked her up in my arms.

“I’m too heavy.”

I ignored her. She was heavy, but I liked the weight of her in my arms, and I carried her to our room. The covers were already pulled back, and I slid her beneath.

I tossed the towel into the laundry basket and climbed into bed beside her. Rather than wait for her to go to sleep, I pulled her against me. She snuggled in close, wrapping her arm around me.

It wasn’t much, but it was a start.