Betrayed Honor: A Dark Mafia Arranged Marriage Romance (Ivanov Crime Family Book 3)

by Zoe Blake

  Not knowing what to do with my hands, I fidgeted with the sniper scope on an M16A4. “Can we swing by my shop on the way to Gregor’s? I need to grab a few things.”

  Mikhail stroked my hair, then gave the back of my neck a quick squeeze. “Sorry, baby, no. You can’t go back there.”

  “But I need my purse, my cellphone, clothes to wear. How long till I can go back?”

  “When I say you can’t go back, I mean, ever. They have compromised the space.”

  “Ever? I didn’t agree to that. I told you I had no intention of moving or closing my store.”

  “You realize there are three dead bodies lying in there right now?”

  “So? We can get rid of the bodies and just clean up the blood.”

  Get rid of the bodies and clean up the blood? Who am I?

  Did I really just say that? How horrifying to think how easy it was to fall prey to this whole mafia family mentality. If this was how I was after only a few hours of coming to terms with the true, brutal reality of what my brothers, and Mikhail, did to earn money, what would I be like a year from now? Two years? Ten? A lifetime? A cartoonish image of me sporting a thick New York accent drinking red wine as I chatted with Yelena and Samara about a new laundry solution I had found to get the blood out of Mikhail’s dress shirts flashed across my mind. And what if we had kids? Would our children follow in their daddy’s footsteps?

  Shaking my head, I tried to focus on the super tall, angry man in front of me. “I made it clear I would not allow last night’s events to derail my career or my life.”

  “And I told you it wasn’t negotiable. You’re done there. My men will pack up whatever you need from your apartment. I’ll make sure of it, after I’ve taken care of… things.”

  I crossed my arms over my chest. “I don’t want you or your men going through my stuff. Why can’t I just go with you and pack while you are taking care of things?”

  Things like murder, mayhem, and dead body disposal.

  Just boyfriend things.

  He angrily started to shove his guns into a large black duffel bag. “For starters, because you are still in danger, and I’m not letting you go back there. That’s why. And secondly, because I said so.”

  My mouth dropped open as I raised my arms, palms out. “You seriously didn’t just say because I said so, as if I were some child to be ordered about?”

  Mikhail took my chin in his hand. “Act like a child, get treated like one. Maybe I need to flip you over my knee and remind you who’s in charge now?”

  I tightened my inner thighs. It was so taboo, so wrong, but damn if the idea didn’t make my stomach flip. How was this even possible? I was beyond pissed at him. I was still sore from the intense fucking he had just given me. Never mind the fact that it was also my first time, although the furthest thing I was feeling right now was virginal.

  What kind of dark magic hold did he have over me that I could feel myself get warm at just the idea of his hand on my ass? A sick, twisted part of me wanted to push him further. A vision of hot, angry sex with Mikhail sprang up in my mind. The kind of sex that would make me scream with pleasure and pain as I cried for mercy but received none. My chest tightened as my cheeks flushed. It was hard to breathe as I imagined those strong tattooed arms holding me down as I fought and clawed to be set free. If I made him mad enough, would he follow through with his threat to take my ass, my ultimate taboo fantasy? The thought terrified and thrilled me.

  Did I dare?

  Taking a deep breath, I said the one thing I knew would completely set him off. “Poshel na khuy, Mikhail!”

  Time stopped.

  His hands closed into fists at his sides as his eyes narrowed. Slowly, as if a massive, terrifying mountain had suddenly come to life, he took two measured steps toward me.

  My heart stopped. Fuck. This was a mistake. Oh my God! What had I done?

  I held up a placating hand. “Wait, I—”

  Before I could even finish my sentence, he lunged.

  Chapter 18

  Mikhail

  I carried her struggling over my shoulder into the bedroom, where I threw her down onto the center of the bed, before meaningfully returning to lock the door.

  “We don’t have time for this, Mikhail! You said my brothers were waiting for us.”

  “They’ll wait,” I said as I unbuckled my belt.

  “Look, I shouldn’t have said that. I was just trying to make you mad.”

  “You succeeded.”

  “You can’t be serious about this?”

  “Does it look like I’m serious?”

  Nadia scrambled over to the other side of the bed and hopped off. “Look. I’m sorry! Okay! I shouldn’t have said it. It was beyond stupid, and I regretted it the moment I did it.”

  “While that’s nice to hear, it will not change your punishment.”

  “Punishment?”

  “You heard me.”

  “This is insane!”

  Stripping off my belt, I folded the thick leather between my hands as I approached her.

  “You know what’s insane? You refusing to obey me when I only have your safety in mind.”

  Nadia’s cute mouth opened in protest, and then quickly shut.

  “I realize things are really fucked up right now. Baby, I understand more than you know. But that does not give you the right to run around acting like a petulant brat putting yourself in danger.”

  I truly understood. A person didn’t live my kind of life and not experience tragedy. I knew the grief and anxiety she must have been feeling over what happened last night. The problem was these very things seemed to make her reckless. I'd seen it happen before. The idea that life was uncertain, so why give a damn. Whether or not she recognized it herself, I knew her well enough to know this careless attitude toward her safety was going to get her killed. And that was unacceptable.

  My babygirl was too important to me, especially now that I had finally decided to claim her as my own. I hadn't gone to extreme lengths to keep her safe from a distance only to lose her when she was directly under my protection. Fuck no. What she needed was an extreme release. Someone to exorcise her demons. There was nothing like a good hard fuck to calm the soul.

  I watched as she paced on the other side of the bed. Her wild curls floated over her shoulders and down her back. Soon those same curls would be wrapped around my fist. She gestured wildly as she tried to talk her way out of the punishment we both knew she secretly craved. Secretly needed.

  “You put security cameras—”

  Nice try.

  She would not make me feel guilty over keeping her safe.

  “Yes. I’ve been watching over you. Yes. I know that was wrong, but kroshka, I did it for the right reasons, and I will show you every one of those reasons every fucking day for the rest of our lives as soon as you are safe.”

  I could see her resolve melting. Her beautiful eyes were darkening to a deep bluish grey like the sky before a storm. Careful not to arouse her suspicion, I moved a few steps closer, treating her like a wild animal that needed taming. I now had her cornered between the bed and the far bedroom wall. Her only escape was through me.

  “But right now, you and I are going to get a few things straight before we leave this room.”

  “I said I was sorry. I admit it was stupid to try and insist on going back to my apartment right now.”

  “Yes, it was. You can’t keep fighting me, baby. It’s too dangerous. When I say I need your complete obedience, no questions asked, I fucking mean it.”

  I watched as she nervously fiddled with the hem of her shirt, keeping her head down, refusing to meet my gaze.

  After a long moment, she whispered, “Sorry.”

  Hearing her submissively apologize to me sent a frisson of raw lust straight to my cock.

  It was time to show her just how sorry she was going to be.

  “On your knees,” I growled.

  “Please. I’m scared. I know you’re angry….”

/>   “You should be scared, kroshka. Teper' vstan' na koleni.”

  Still, Nadia hesitated. Without warning, I whipped the belt around her neck and used it to yank her to me. Bending down, I met her upturned face. Our lips were only a breath apart. “I said get on your knees.”

  Releasing the beast inside of me, I dropped the belt, fisted her hair and pushed her onto her knees.

  Keeping my grip on her hair, I slowly unzipped my jeans. Her lower lip quivered. I knew she was remembering earlier when I made her swallow that silicone dick.

  Remembering how she struggled to accept its length down her throat.

  Remembering my warning that my cock was longer and thicker.

  I pulled my shaft free. Gripping it, I ran my hand up and down its length. Nadia tried to pull back, but I refused to loosen my grip on her hair.

  “Open your mouth.”

  Nadia cried, “Please. I can’t do this.”

  “You’ll do as I tell you. Now open your mouth.”

  Her pink lips barely opened. I didn’t care. It would just give the added pleasure of forcing my cock in. Edging closer, I placed one foot on either side of her knees. I wanted her to feel caged in. As if she had no choice, because she didn’t. I placed the head of my fisted cock against her lower lip. I could feel her gasping exhale over the sensitive tip moments before I pushed in. The first thing I felt was the slight scrape of her bottom teeth. The hint of pain barely tempered my response. I pushed in further. Her tongue moved along the bottom ridge of my cock as she tried to adjust to the feeling of having my hard flesh fill her mouth.

  Her small hands rose to press against my thighs. I could tell her to lower them, but I liked the idea of her trying in vain to push back. I had the leveraged position. There was nothing she could do to prevent me from fucking her mouth.

  With that thought, I thrust.

  Nadia gagged. Her mouth closed. I could feel the press of her teeth. I jerked on her hair, pulling her head back. I thrust again. This time I could actually feel her startled scream as my cock pressed against the back of her throat. Her nails dug into my thighs. I refused to relent.

  Pulling back slightly, to allow her one gasping breath, I warned, “You’re going to swallow every inch, babygirl.”

  Using both hands to hold her head steady, I forced my cock past her lips again. I watched as her lips stretched thin over the thickening base of my cock as I pushed in deeper. She had only taken about half. I had yet to push into her throat.

  The room filled with the sounds of my own heavy breathing and her whimpering. I pulsed my hips back and forth, gently pressing at the back of her throat, exhausting her gag reflex. When she was ready, I thrust forward. Pushing past her resistance, I could feel the tight grip of her throat as my shaft slid in deep. With my grip on her head, I tilted her head back to create a smooth column. I gave one last thrust. Her chin brushed against my balls. I stayed buried deep inside her throat for a moment before I relented and pulled free. Nadia collapsed forward, her head resting against my hip as she coughed and desperately tried to suck in gasps of air. I pulled on her hair to move her back into position.

  “Open wide for me.”

  Nadia obeyed.

  This time, I didn’t hesitate. I drove my cock straight down her throat, feeling her gag reflex tighten around my shaft as I moved in and out. My balls tightened. I had to pull free. I wasn’t ready to come just yet.

  I still had plans for her.

  Lifting her up by her hair, I tossed her facedown onto the bed. Before she could cry out, I had wrenched her cargo pants down to her knees. Her pale bottom was on full display. I had a flash of regret that there was no mark on her flesh from my earlier punishments. I wanted to see my brand on her. A hint of a bruise. The barest outline of a handprint in a bright red to match that cute heart tattoo of hers. Something to claim her as my own. I would have to remedy that situation soon.

  I watched her clutch at the bedcovers as I spread her ass cheeks. Licking my thumb, I pressed it against her tight rosebud.

  “No! No! Please! I promise I’ll behave.”

  “I warned you, baby. Time to accept your punishment.”

  I palmed her pussy. Pressing my two middle fingers between her folds, I felt her slick arousal. She could cry and protest all she wanted, but we both knew she liked my rough handling. She liked my punishments. There was something intoxicating about corrupting the innocent. My little Nadia was so sweet and naïve, despite her dangerous family.

  It was a marvel, really. Some of the most dangerous people in the world had surrounded her her entire life, and yet she'd maintained her fresh sweet innocence until now. Still, from the moment I'd met her I sensed there was something more, something hidden deep. So deep perhaps she wasn’t even aware of it. The desire to feel something. Really feel it. Down to the bone. Life had a way of making a person numb, forcing them to hide the pain behind a sweet facade. Eventually, they stopped feeling altogether. I knew I wanted to be the man to make her feel.

  “Tilt up on your toes,” I commanded, my voice gravelly with barely leashed desire.

  The moment her hips shifted, I pierced her with my two fingers, knowing it would cause an initial sharp pain deep inside her tight pussy. Nadia groaned in response and ground her hips against the edge of the bed.

  I pushed my fingers in and out of her tight little body, violently fucking her with my hand. Nadia screamed as her hips bounced up and down. I added a third finger. Her body clenched. Relentlessly, I shoved them into her cunt, forcing her body to accept them. Nadia writhed under my rough touch. Unable to resist the lure of her pale skin any longer, I slapped her ass with my free hand and relished the sight of my red handprint on her cheek. I spanked her again and again. Nadia screamed in response. Her release gripped my fingers. I loved how wet my baby got from my touch.

  After thrusting my fingers inside her a few more times, I slowly withdrew them and traced a path to her asshole. Her flesh glistened as I circled her quivering entrance with her own wet heat. Unable to wait another moment, I stepped close. Nadia was still lost in the power of her own release, so she didn’t react at first. Then she felt the press of my cock. She jolted upright. Placing my hand between her shoulder blades, I forced her back down.

  “You can’t. You’re too big,” she whined.

  I ignored her pleas. Gripping my shaft, I pressed the head against her puckered entrance, watching as it compelled her unwilling body to submit.

  “Ow! Ow! It hurts!”

  The pale pink skin whitened as I thrust forward. The head of my cock disappeared into her body. Her delicate ring of muscle then closed around the slightly thinner shaft. My cock was still wet from her mouth as I shifted my hips forward. I had to hold her hips down as Nadia wriggled and moaned. Shifting my hands, I placed one on each cheek and stretched her open wide, adding to her humiliation. She was bared and vulnerable to me. I moved slowly, giving her body a limited amount of time to adjust to the painful intrusion of my cock, knowing that once I was fully seated in her ass, I would thrust, and once I started, I wouldn’t stop, no matter how loud she screamed.

  I knew a full nine inches was a lot to expect of her, especially knowing she was an anal virgin, but I didn’t care. It would never get easier, so she might as well learn to accept my full length from the very beginning, since I planned to fuck her tight ass every chance I got.

  Watching her body submit and accept my cock sent a surge of possessive fire deep into my gut. I was never letting this woman go. Ever.

  As soon as my balls brushed the underside of her ass cheeks, I stopped.

  “Where is my cock?”

  The bed covers and her own tears muffled her response.

  I spanked her other ass cheek.

  “Where is my cock?”

  “In my ass.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I was a bad girl,” she whimpered. “I promise I’ll be good. Please, just take it out. Please!”

  “No, baby. You want to please me, don
’t you?”

  She sniffed. “Yes,” she whimpered.

  “Well, I want to fuck your ass till you scream.”

  Nadia sobbed. “I’m scared. It hurts too much. Please, I can’t.”

  Knowing she needed to feel more of a connection with me, I carefully pulled out. Her sigh of relief would be short-lived.

  Taking her hips, I flipped her over onto her back and lifted her legs high, till they rested over my shoulders. Her eyes were bright with tears as they streamed down her flushed cheeks. She looked beautiful.

  I slipped my cock between her pussy folds, brushing her still sensitive clit as I wet my shaft. Then taking hold of her knees, I spread her legs wide and stepped closer. She knew my intentions the moment she felt the press of my cock at her now sore asshole.

  “No! I thought you were done!” Her hands reached down to cover her pussy and try to block my cock.

  “Not even close, kroshka. Now move your hands before I tie you up.”

  Reluctantly, her arms fell uselessly to her sides. Her tiny hole was now slightly slack. I easily popped the head in. Her fists gripped the covers.

  “Hold on, baby. Now is when the real pain starts.”

  I thrust deep.

  Nadia’s head tilted back as she let loose a deep-throated howl.

  I thrust again. Soon I was lost in the ecstasy of her body as I forced it to give me pleasure through her pain.

  Releasing her legs, I leaned over her as I thrust. I shoved her turtleneck up high, till her breasts were exposed, then flicked her nipple with my tongue. I sucked it in deep, gently using my teeth to bite the delicate flesh before moving to her other nipple.

  “Oh God! It hurts! Please come! Please come!” she begged as her head thrashed from side to side.