“Timofei,” I whisper, turning to face him with tears welling up in my eyes.
I picked colors, I picked my dress, and I picked the cake, but I didn’t know how it would all go together, or what this venue even looked like.
It’s all too much and too grand for the likes of me.
Timofei cups my cheek and his thumb wipes my first tear away. “You are Devyn Vetrova now. You are the wife of a Brigadier; the daughter-in-law of the most powerful Pakhan in the United States. This is not too grand for you. This is not enough, in my opinion.”
I hadn’t realized that I’d spoken the words aloud. I press my lips together and give him a jerk of my head, the only nod I have inside of me right now. He doesn’t seem offended. Instead, he smiles and lowers his face before his lips press against mine in a gentle kiss.
“Let’s enjoy this evening for a few hours. You do all the things you’ve been dreaming of; then we’ll go to our suite at the Mandarin Oriental, and I can do all the things I’ve been dreaming of doing since I tasted you at our engagement.”
I press my thighs together at his words and stare at him with wide eyes. “I’m not a virgin,” I practically yell. He jerks his head back before he grins. “I’m not a slut, either. It was once, with one guy,” I ramble until he presses his finger against my lips.
“I really do not want details right now. Maybe not ever, devochka,” he grins. “But that does make me feel less stressed. I didn’t want to hurt you tonight,” he murmurs.
I feel as though a giant weight has been lifted from me. First the veil, and now this. Before I can utter another word, the room begins to fill with guests.
Timofei leans down, removing his hand from my cheek and his finger from my lips to wrap it around my waist and press his mouth against mine. “Smile, my beautiful bride,” he whispers before his mouth presses against mine in a chaste kiss. He then straights and stands to my side as people begin to surround us with well wishes.
Timofei and I feed each other a piece of cake, and I’m grateful that he doesn’t smash it all over my face. I don’t smash it against his, either, and am rewarded with a kiss when everybody starts to clap.
His tongue tastes my lips, and he lets out a low groan that sends a shiver up my spine. He’s been at my side the entire evening, one hand always on me somewhere. Flat against my back, holding my hand, around my waist—somewhere.
I hear a commotion, and I look to the bar and notice that three of my six brothers are completely wasted and yelling, as is their usual. Timofei grunts, and I glance up at him to see that he’s focused on my brothers, as well.
“They’re loud,” I murmur.
Timofei dips his head and looks down at me, a grin tipping his lips. “They are, but look around, devochka. Everybody is happy.”
I do as he’s suggested and look around the room while the caterers cut the cake and begin to serve it to our guests. The room is obviously divided, Russian’s on one side and Irish on the other, but they all have one thing in common. Every single person is smiling. I turn my head to Timofei and look up at his smiling face. “They are,” I murmur.
He dips his face and brushes his lips across mine. “Ready to leave?”
“You’re not going without letting us dance with your bride, are you?” Maxim asks as he and his wife, Haleigh, walk up to us. He’s the closest thing I have to an older brother.
“Come, Timofei, we’ll dance,” Haleigh says, her voice still as soft and gentle as it’s always been.
I take her hand with a shake of my head as Maxim leads my new bride out onto the middle of the dancefloor. I gather Haleigh in my arms, her curvy body more plentiful then when I met her, as she’s had children.
Haleigh was a professional ballerina. She still teaches dance, but she’s long since retired from the stage and no longer has to maintain a waif thin frame. I’ve always thought her extremely beautiful, no matter what her body has looked like. She’s just special from the inside out.
“Your bride is very beautiful. You’re a lucky man,” she states as we sway to the music.
“But?”
Haleigh clears her throat and shakes her head slightly as she arches her neck to look up at me. “I have been in her shoes, Timofei. It was not easy going from my parents’ home, from my life, to something completely new and so very different. It was not easy being thrust into a marriage. She is very young. Please, do not have unrealistic expectations for her.”
I grin as I give her waist a gentle squeeze. “Devyn is in good hands. She’s young, but she was raised in the life. She’ll adjust.”
“Shall we switch?” Maxim asks. Haleigh opens her mouth, but he takes her hand and leads her away.
I gather Devyn in my arms and look into her light blue eyes. I expect to see a hint of fear at dancing with a man as intimidating as Maxim, but she just smiles up at me.
“Everything okay?” I ask.
Devyn nods as her body sways with mine. When the song ends, I decide it is time to leave. Not wanting to make a grand exit, I press my hand to her back and gently apply pressure as I begin to walk us toward the exit.
“You’re leaving?” my father slurs as he steps in front of me.
“Yes, we are,” I grind out, trying to stay calm, not wishing to show my true disgust of this man.
My fucking father. He’s completely lost sight of reality since my mother was brutally murdered a few years ago. This marriage between Devyn and me is supposed to bridge together two organizations. It’s supposed to mend the wrongdoings of the Irish against my family, while strengthening both the Bratva and the Irish at the same time.
A member of Patrick O’Neil’s crew went rogue and wanted to overthrow Patrick. He started targeting the Bratva, high ranking officers and their families. All in an attempt for us, to go to war with each other, while he swooped in and completely took over. It didn’t work, but he did have my mother killed, and almost my sister. If we hadn’t found them in time, Oksana would have been next.
My father should be happy. His contract and association with the Irish is complete, and yet, he’s not. His instability in his decision making has come into question on more than one occasion. I swore to Ziven, my Pakhan, to Yakov, another New York Pakhan, and to Kirill, the California Pakhan, that I would take care of him.
I had hoped by the time I said I do, he would have calmed down, but he hasn’t. Our insider, Konstantin, says that he’s still trying to plot against my sister’s husband, Mika. All in an effort to take him down for marrying her against his orders. He’s also begun to make plans to take over Yakov’s section of New York.
“I cannot believe you would walk out before the party has ended,” he sneers.
I feel Devyn tremble slightly next to me, and I snap my brows together before looking down at her. She’s focused on my father, and she looks pale. It makes me wonder what the fuck he’s done to her. If he’s done anything, I’ll take pure fucking delight in killing him when it’s time.
Shifting my focus back to my father, I smirk. “It’s my wedding, my bride, and I fucking paid for it. I’ll do whatever the fuck I please,” I snort as I walk past him, clipping his shoulder when I do. He stumbles back slightly.
“Remember who your Pakhan is,” he cries out.
I ignore him and continue on to the ugly as fuck Mercedes limo that waits for us. I usher my bride inside and slam the door behind me once I’ve settled in next to her.
“Is everything okay?” she murmurs.
I clear the irritation from my features as I turn to face her. The driver takes us to the Mandarin Oriental, where I’ve booked the penthouse suite for tonight. I instructed her father to have her luggage delivered to the hotel this morning, so hopefully he’s taken care of that already.
“My father, did he do something to you?”.
Her gaze looks out to the window before she speaks. “He said some things, he didn’t do anything.”
“He’ll never touch you.”
Devyn nods, and with shaky finge
rs grips my hand in hers. The bold move surprises me, and I look down at her. “He’s a little frightening,” she laughs softly before she continues. “Thank you so much for the beautiful reception. It was more than I could have ever imagined,” she whispers.
Her voice goes straight to my dick, making me painfully hard as it presses against the zipper of my pants. I thread my fingers with hers and gently squeeze, my eyes never leaving hers. “For you, devochka, only for you.”
“What does it mean?” she asks, cocking her head to the side, her big light eyes so fucking curious.
Lifting my hand, I cup her cheek and smirk. “Devochka moya,” I murmur, lowering my head so that my lips press against hers. I hear her breath hitch, and I can’t help but feel satisfied that I affect her so. “My little girl,” I mutter before I press my lips to hers, harder than I have before, my fingers pressing against the tender skin of her cheek as my tongue fills her sweet mouth.
The driver clears his throat as we pull up to the hotel, and I half curse, half praise the fact that the hotel is only a few blocks away from the venue. I can’t wait to get my new wife upstairs. I can’t wait to strip her naked and make her mine—claiming her completely.
Once we’re out of the vehicle, I wrap my hand around hers and tug her inside of the Mandarin Hotel. I checked in before the ceremony, so I have my key in hand as I guide us toward the elevators.
I ignore the whispers of the other guests, assuredly curious as we walk through the lobby in obvious wedding attire. We step into the elevator, and I tug her against my chest as my hands grasp onto her hips.
“Do you see me as that, a little girl?” she asks, her eyes cast down toward my chest.
I ignore her question, not wishing to discuss anything personal in a fucking hotel elevator car. When it dings open, I release her and step to the side before I walk out of the car. I hold my hand against the door and wait for her.
She slowly turns around and avoids my face as she steps out, her gaze trained on her feet. I don’t touch her. I’m afraid that once I start, I won’t be able to stop. I fear I’ll end up fucking her against the wall in the hallway, and I don’t want that for our first time together as husband and wife.
Opening the door, I hold it until she walks past me. Then I step inside after her and let it slam closed. Her back is to me, and I watch as she walks over to a window. The city lights twinkle and cast a soft glow in the dark room.
I don’t turn the lights on, my eyes transfixed on her dark hair, the smooth creamy skin of her bare back, and the hips and ass that I know are exactly to my liking, since I saw the perfect outline of her body just a few months ago. She’s mine. All mine. I shouldn’t like the sound of owning her as much as I do, but she now belongs to me. That thought alone turns me way the fuck on.
“Originally, I thought you were a pretty girl when you were fifteen. I’m twenty-seven, devochka. I was twenty-four and a man when I signed that contract to you. I felt like a pervert for agreeing to marry a girl, which is exactly what you were. I’ve wrestled with this for a long time,” I admit freely. I close the distance between us, until my chest is pressed against her back.
Lowering my head, I press my lips to the side of her lean neck. “You are young, but I do not see you like a little girl. When I call you devochka, know that it is meant as an endearment. You are mine, Devyn, devochka moya,” I rasp.
She turns around and finally looks into my eyes. “I am yours now, Timofei. Forgive me,” she breathes.
“There is nothing to forgive, my wife.”
Wrapping my hands around her waist, I pick her up. Devyn’s hands fly to my shoulders as she grips me tightly, her eyes widening as I walk us toward the bedroom.
I do not wish to discuss anything else this evening. I have one desire, and one only—to be deep inside of my wife, claiming her, marking her, and making her scream in pleasure.
TIMOFEI LETS ME SLIDE down his body, and my breasts brush against his chest ever so slowly, until I’m finally on my high heeled feet. I’m thankful that my sister bustled my dress right at the reception, or I would have fallen. He doesn’t let me go, his hands firmly grasping my hips, his head dipped slightly, and his dark blue eyes completely focused on mine.
“Turn around,” he murmurs softly. I search his eyes for another beat before I do as he asks.
I turn around. Instantly feeling his fingertips lightly drag down my spine. It sends shivers over my entire body. That is, until he reaches the closure of my dress. It only takes him a few seconds to unhook, unbutton and unzip me.
I close my eyes, holding my breath as my ass is exposed to him. His fingers slip my dress off of my shoulders, and I let it fall down my arms before I gently tug my hands through the sleeves. Then I let the entire garment pool at my feet.
“Step out of the dress and your shoes,” he rasps.
I step out of my silver, leather Jimmy Choo pumps and my dress at the same time. Without turning around, I reach for the blue garter around my thigh and tug it down my leg, leaving it with my dress.
Standing in only a pair of blue, satin, bikini cut panties, I wait. I hear fabric rustling behind me, and I hold my breath, waiting for what is next, my eyes pinched shut in fear and anticipation of what is to come.
“Turn around, Devyn,” he murmurs another command. Before it even registers, I do exactly as he’s asked of me.
In nothing but my panties, vulnerable and exposed to him, he takes me in from toes to face, his eyes pausing on my breasts before meeting my eyes. “Not that little girl I agreed to marry anymore, are you, devochka?”
I run the top of my teeth across my bottom lip as my gaze stays glued to his. I shake my head slightly and he tips his lips in a grin. I let my eyes travel down from his face to his bare chest, and then find he’s wearing nothing but black boxer briefs. He’s long and lean, just as I expected, but he has more muscle than I had originally thought. He even has a six-pack.
Pressing my thighs together, I wonder what his weight will feel like on top of me; what his blue eyes will look like when he’s inside of me; and if he’ll be gentle or rough. I imagine him as a rough lover—not that I have much experience.
I lost my virginity to one of my brother’s best friends, a son of a solider of my father’s. As cliché as it sounds, it happened on junior prom night, right after I found out about my contract to Timofei. I was angry and did the one and only rebellious thing I have ever done in my life.
I decided if my father was going to sell me, I wouldn’t be a pure virgin. I would do that of my own accord. But one time with one man does not make me experienced by any means, and it doesn’t ease my worry or fear over what is about to happen with my new husband.
However, right now, as I drag my eyes back up to Timofei’s, I find that I want him to touch me. He looks hungry, starving, as he takes me in. I want to know what being with a man, a real man like him, what it will consist of. It scares me as much as it excites me.
“I—it was only once, and I don’t know what I’m doing,” I whisper truthfully.
His eyes flash with something I can’t read, and then he closes the short distance between us, his hands on my hips, his fingers bruising my flesh as he looks down at me.
“You won’t speak of another man, do you understand me? No other man will touch you again, Devyn. You’re mine now,” he growls before his lips crash against mine as he picks me up and walks us toward the bed. The backs of my knees hit the mattress as he slowly breaks our kiss and backs away from me. “Center of the bed, panties off.”
I blink at his command, his tone harsher than it has been all evening. I scramble to the center of the bed on my knees and quickly yank down my panties. Throwing them to the side, I pinch my eyes closed, embarrassed that I am completely naked with him. Not even when I lost my virginity was I this exposed.
When I don’t feel the bed dip, I turn my head to the side and slowly open my eyes, they continue to widen when I watch Timofei hook his thumbs in his boxers and push them down his
legs.
His cock juts out straight, long, and thick. I swallow the whimper that threatens to escape. It’s so much bigger than I thought possible. Granted, I didn’t see Flynn’s dick, but I felt it. No way was it as big as Timofei’s.
He ignores the look of panic on my face as he crawls up the bed on his knees. He reaches out to grab ahold of my waist and wordlessly bends his head down and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth.
I gasp and automatically move to cradle the back of his head with my hand. I let my head fall back and he sucks my breast in deeper. His tongue is so warm, wet, and magnificent against my skin.
My breath hitches when he switches breasts, and I feel a finger against my center. He gently slides it through my slit while he sucks on my other hard nipple. I pant when his finger slips inside of me. His mouth leaves my breast and he kisses up my neck while his finger pumps in and out, curling inside of me every so often.
“Timofei,” I whimper.
“Mmm,” he hums as he kisses my jawline and up to my ear. “Call me Fei when I’m buried inside of you, devochka moya,” he growls, causing me to shiver.
Timofei groans and removes his hand from my center before he tugs at my legs. I find myself falling onto my back, now staring up into his cool blue eyes. He presses his hands against the insides of my thighs and then he lowers his chest down. His mouth presses against my clit, causing me to sit straight up with a surprised yelp. His hand presses at the center of my chest and forces me to lie back down.
I can think of nothing aside from his mouth between my legs. I bite my lip, thinking how incredibly awkward it is for me. Why would he want to do this? We aren’t in love, and it isn’t his duty. My sister told me he would probably never even attempt this in our relationship—ever.
“Relax, devochka, let your husband make you come,” he murmurs against my pussy right before he sucks my clit between his teeth.
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