The Bratva’s Stolen Bride

by Cole, Jagger

  Kevin arches a brow. “Your kidnapper was going to make you dinner?”

  “He’s not—” I frown, my lips pursing. “I mean yes he took me, but…”

  “But you don’t really mind that he did…” Kevin ventures.

  “I ran away, Kevin.”

  “Yeah, but…” he grins. “You don’t really mind that the sexy, growly tough guy stole you from a wedding you had no interest in being a part of, right?”

  I bite my lip.

  “Girl, why did you even run?”

  “I couldn’t just stay there, Kevin. I couldn’t just roll over and be his.”

  “Can I?”

  I laugh. “No.”

  Kevin smirks. “Rawr,” he mimes a clawing motion. “Territorial much?”

  I roll my eyes, blushing.

  “Come on,” he chuckles. “Let’s eat.”

  An amazing meal, a great conversation, and two more glass of wine later, I’m snuggled into Kevin’s guest room bed. Almost immediately, my mind drifts to Lev. I start to replay the heat and the lust from earlier. My body remembers the way he pinned my arms above my head, spread my legs, and pressed his mouth…

  I tremble and shake those thoughts away with a frown. I know why I ran… or at least, I was pretty sure I knew. But now, I wonder why I really did.

  Did I run to escape? Or did I run so he would chase?

  I frown and pull out my phone to text Fiona.

  “Hey! Lots to catch up on. Like, a lot. But enjoy your vacay. Call me when you can!”

  I put the phone down and sink back into the covers. My eyes close and try to force the desire out of my head. I try to ignore the heat between my legs that comes from thinking of Lev.

  I sigh, my eyes close. The clock on the wall ticks. My breathing slows, and I start to fade to sleep.

  And then suddenly, the door to the room slams in.

  I gasp as the huge figure storms over to me. Big, strong hands clamp over my mouth before I can scream. But I do anyways, right into his palm as the hulking beast of a man looms over me.

  I try and squirm away, but another big hand pins me down to the bed. I feel him lean over me, and I scream into his palm as he lowers his mouth to my ear.

  “You made a big mistake, lastachka.”

  Heat floods through my core as Lev growls into my ear. I know part of me knew it was him the second he broke in the door. But hearing his voice ignites a fire in me. It makes me tremble, aching for more of his touch. And it twists me up, trying to understand why I’m so thrilled that he’s found me and grabbed me.

  It’s a gasping blur as he throws me over his shoulder and marches out of the room. Kevin doesn’t even wake—I can literally hear him sleeping down the hall in the master bedroom. Lev seems to ignore the sound as he carries me through the townhouse to the backdoor. He rearms the security system he’s somehow turned off, and then steps into the night with me still over his shoulder.

  His car is rumbling and waiting, and he throws me into the passenger seat. Maybe this would be the ideal time to try and get away, but I can’t even move. I’m too busy pulsing and throbbing with heat as he leans over me to click the seatbelt.

  “You wanted to run.”

  “I—”

  “Or maybe, you just wanted me to chase,” he snarls quietly.

  I bite my lip, looking up at him. It’s like he’s inside my fucking head. Lev smirks dangerously.

  “Just wanted me to chase, didn’t you, lastachka. You just wanted to be a little fucking brat.”

  I shiver, panting in heat and unable to even speak. He reaches up, and I gasp quietly as his finger teases my neck, making me moan.

  But then suddenly, he pulls back and slams the door shut. I’m panting as he storms around to the driver’s side and gets behind the wheel.

  “You wanted to see what happens to spoiled little rich brats?” he growls.

  He guns the engine, startling me as the wheels spin and catch, sending us like a bullet out into the rain. I realize how close Kevin’s house is to Lev’s building, and we’re there in a less than five minutes.

  In the garage beneath it, Lev screeches the car to a stop and gets out. I’m still breathlessly panting and trembling for him as he storms around and yanks my door open.

  “You wanted to see what happens when you push me, lastachka?” He grabs me, making me whimper as he throws me over his shoulder. He marches over to the private glass elevator and steps in. It starts to rise, when suddenly, his hand reaches up, grabs the waist of my sweatpants, and yanks them down my thighs.

  I gasp sharply, my eyes flying wide open.

  “What—!”

  His palm come down with a stinging smack on my bare ass. I gasp sharply in disbelief when he suddenly does it again, and then a third time. But the embarrassment and the stinging feeling slowly fade into something else. The next spank feels… hot; warm and illicit. It sparks a throbbing desire in my core, and I feel my face redden as arousal spreads though me.

  He spanks my ass again. This time, the moan I’ve tried to hold back behind my lips tumbles free. And Lev damn well hears it.

  He stops, his palm resting on my pink, tender ass.

  “You like being naughty for me,” he snarls.

  “I—”

  “You want me to punish you, little brat?”

  All I can do is moan. It’s quite possible I’ve never been this turned on in my life.

  11

  Zoey

  The elevator door opens, and Lev grunts as he strides in. I’m still over his shoulder with the sweatpants pulled down to mid-thigh—my bare ass in the air with his palm prints red across it. And my pussy is leaking my arousal so much I worry about leaving a wet spot on his shoulder.

  Lev marches through the penthouse to his master suite. It’s a part of his place I’ve never seen before, and I whimper as he steps into the darkness. He flicks on a light, and dim, sultry glow lights illuminate around the base of the walls set into the floor.

  My pulse races as he storms over to the bed. But he stops at a little upholstered bench that sits at the foot of the bed. I gasp as he swings me off of his shoulder and pushes me across it. His big hands grab my t-shirt, yanking it off. My sweatpants follow, and I whimper, suddenly naked on my hands and knees in front of him on the soft bench.

  “I—”

  “Don’t you fucking move,” he snarls.

  I look up, and I tremble when I see the heat in his gaze. I nod wordlessly. He turns and strides over to his closet. When he comes back, he’s shirtless, and my pulse quickens. Heat pools between my clenched thighs, and my body trembles.

  He moves in front of me. I look up, and my eyes widen when I see the four silk neckties in his hands.

  “What—”

  I whimper as he grabs one of my hands and pulls it to the corner of the bench. The silk tie wraps around my wrist, and then around the leg of the dressing bench. He does the same to the other hand, leaving me throbbing and trembling as I find both of my wrists bound to the seat.

  Lev growls deeply as he slowly walks around me. I gasp as I feel silk trail over my back, then over my ass. It teases down between my thighs, and I whimper out loud. I feel him grab one of my ankles. My face burns as he roughly spreads my legs—one silk tie goes around one ankle, the other goes around the other. Both are pulled tight, spreading my legs wide as he binds them to the other legs of the dressing bench.

  When he steps away again, my entire body is pulsing with a desperate and hungry energy I’ve never felt before. I’m scared, but I’m also soaking wet. I’m naked on my hands and knees, my ass in the air and my ankles and wrists bound. And looming over me shirtless and snarling is the man I can’t seem to escape from. The man I don’t think I actually ever want to escape from.

  Lev’s palm smacks my ass suddenly. I yelp in surprise, but then the heat of the spank sinks into me. I bite my lip, blushing at how good it actually feels—how much I want more. He does it again to the other side, and I whimper this time.

>   “Don’t pretend with me, lastachka,” he growls thickly. His lips brush my ear again, making me gasp. “I can see how wet you are for me.”

  His hand slides from where it’s been resting on my ass down between my spread legs. His big fingers push over my swollen, dripping wet pussy. I cry out when his finger bumps over my clit. He chuckles darkly and starts to rub it in maddeningly slow circles.

  “Is this what you were hoping for, when you ran from me?” He grunts. “That I would catch you, and bind you, and punish you, like a bad girl?”

  I whimper breathlessly, nodding.

  “I can’t hear you,” Lev snarls.

  “Yes!” I choke.

  He groans as he moves behind me. I feel both of his hands grab my ass, spreading me lewdly open. A hot flush creeps over my face as I feel his eyes sliding over all of me.

  “You are all mine, Zoey,” he grunts. His palm swats my ass again, and I whimper. I feel him move close, and gasp when I feel his breath on the backs of my thighs. His mouth moves between my legs, and I cry out when his tongue drags over my pussy.

  “Lev…”

  He growls into me, and I shudder in pleasure. His tongue slides over my clit, teasing it before he drags it higher. He plunges his tongue into me, fucking me shallowly with it as I writhe beneath him. His big hands spread me wide open, and his tongue goes deeper.

  I pant against the dressing bench. My toes curl and my body arches under his tongue. He teases higher, and my eyes fly open.

  “Oh fuck…”

  His tongue slips over my asshole, and I cry out. It’s so dirty and naughty, but the sensations have me aching for more. He grunts, pushing the tip of his tongue against my ring and slipping into me. I moan desperately and wantonly for him before he pulls back with a hissing groan.

  “Such a naughty little girl.”

  I whimper. I’m so, so unbelievably turned on and wet for him. I’m a freaking puddle for him.

  “Dirty girl,” Lev snarls. His hand spanks my ass and then slips between my thighs again. He rubs his fingers over my clit, making me whimper for him.

  “You little brat,” he grunts. “You want so badly to be my bad girl, no?”

  “Yes,” I choke, shuddering in pleasure. His fingers rub my clit, and suddenly his thumb circles my ass.

  “My little slut.”

  I whimper. My mouth falls open and my eyes squeeze shut in ecstasy as he curls a finger into my pussy. His thumb presses, and I moan as it sinks into my ass.

  “My little fuck toy,” Lev growls. I hear him undoing his belt, and my pulse quickens. His pants drop behind me, and I moan as his fingers in both of my holes begin to stroke in and out.

  I’ve never wanted anything this badly before. Not ever.

  “You’ve always wanted to be taken like this, haven’t you?” he snarls into my ear.

  I nod desperately, moaning for it.

  “You’ve been dying for someone to control you—to tie you down and fuck you like a dirty girl.”

  I can’t even think words. All I can do is nod and moan, dripping my arousal all over his hand.

  “No other men before me could fuck you like me,” Lev growls. “No other men before me could—”

  Suddenly, one of the walls inside of me compartmentalizing everything breaks. Maybe it’s the way he has my head spinning. Or how powerfully intimate it all feels. But whatever the reason, I suddenly just blurt out the secret I’ve kept from him.

  “There were no other men before you,” I gasp.

  Lev freezes. It feels like I can feel the second ticking as the silence looms.

  “What did you just say?” he asks quietly.

  My face crumples as I feel him slide his hands from me, withdrawing.

  “No… it was…” I shake my head. “Nothing.”

  “Lastachka,” he says gently, his whole tone shifting.

  “I—” I close my eyes. “There were no other men. Before you, I mean.”

  Lev moves to kneel in front of me. The hard desire in his eyes is gone. Instead, I see compassion and warmth. But I look away. I can’t look him in the eye. My face burns horrible, and I look down.

  “Zoey…”

  “I—”

  “Look at me, lastachka,” he purrs gently. His hand cups my chin, raising my gaze to his. I swallow and tremble as I take a breath.

  “There weren’t any times before you,” I whisper. “You were my first time.”

  12

  Lev

  I stagger back, my head reeling. A stare at her, my pulse thudding in my chest and ears as I try and process what she just said.

  “You… what?”

  She’s twenty-two years old. And drop-dead gorgeous, and oozing sexiness. Not to mention the hundreds of pictures online of her on the arm of half of the upper society men in Chicago.

  “I—”

  Her eyes close and her face turns red. She looks, down, suddenly slumping against her binds. The eroticism of her being naked and tied up evaporates, instantly. She’s no longer my little sex kitten, bound for my pleasure and aching for it, straining against her binds as she begs for more.

  Now, she’s just a girl, afraid and limp.

  Fuck me.

  “Lastachka,” I whisper as I rush close to her. I yank the binds holding her undone. “Lastachka,” I groan again as I cup her face in my hands tenderly. I’m suddenly furious with myself. The way I was with her—tonight and the time before...

  I shake my head in shame. I know the way I am with sex is a product of the violence of my past; the darkness of my time before I was who I am now.

  But I think back to the way I was with her that first night, and I want to hate myself. I was her first, and I was not gentle about it. I fucked her that night, like a savage. I took something beautiful and pure like Zoey and I sullied it.

  “My little bird,” I shake as I cup her face. “I’m sorry, lastachka,” I hiss quietly. “I’m so fucking sorry, baby.”

  “No, Lev…” she looks up and smiles shyly. “It’s okay, really.”

  “No, it’s not,” I hiss.

  “Lev—”

  “I should have been gentler,” I growl quietly. “I should have gone slow.” My eyes close tightly, my jaw clenched. “Christ, I shouldn’t have even touched you.”

  I hang my head as I feel my pulse race.

  “But you did.”

  Her hand touches my cheek, making my jaw twitch as my eyes close even tighter. I feel her get up. Suddenly, she’s sliding into my lap. I look up with eyes full of self-hatred, but my hands go to her like it’s instinct. Her eyes hold mine as she settles against me, her legs curling around me.

  “You did touch me, Lev,” she whispers. “And all I can think about is you touching me that night.”

  I groan. “You don’t know me, lastachka.”

  “So introduce me,” she breathes back.

  “You don’t want to know the me inside of me. You don’t want to come near this darkness.”

  “Show me,” she says so delicately. She leans in, holding my face as she kisses me. I groan, my hands tightening on her. Zoey kisses me so fucking tenderly—like no kiss I’ve ever felt.

  “I—I can’t show you. I can’t touch you how you deserve to be—” I shake my head. I look up into her soft gorgeous eyes. “I don’t know how to, Zoey.”

  She drags her teeth over her lip. “It’s not what you think I deserve. It’s what I know I want,” she whispers huskily. “And I want you to show me how you do it.”

  “Zoey, I—” I groan. Half of me wants her, savagely. I want to push her back onto the floor, spread her legs, and sheath my cock in her hot, slick little cunt.

  But the other half wants to kill that first half of me. It wants to burn that wickedness out of me.

  “You don’t want me to do that,” I say thickly.

  “What don’t I want, Lev?” she answers tersely.

  “Zoey—”

  “You want to be rough?” she purrs.

  I groan. “Stop
it.”

  Zoey whimpers as she leans down. Her lips brush past my ear, making my cock lurch and surge against her.

  “You want to fuck me hard?” she whispers in a thick, heated tone, right into my ear. “Like a bad, bad girl?”

  And then she fucking licks my ear. I groan, the darkness inside of me surging and pounding to break free. And it’s about to win. I’m on the fucking rocks with her, ready to snap.

  “Fuck me, Lev,” she begs so sweetly. “Fuck me like you did that night. Because almost literally all I’ve been thinking about since is how fucking good your big cock felt fucking the shit out of my little pussy.”

  That would be my breaking point, somewhere a mile back that way. And suddenly, I snap. It’s her filthy words from those sweet lips. It’s knowing that she’s all mine. It’s knowing I was her first and knowing that I’ll damn well be her last.”

  I growl as I grab her in my arms and stand effortlessly. I turn and push her back onto the bed, keeping her against my body as I slide onto it over her. She moans as I grind against her, letting my thick, heavy cock throb against her slippery pussy.

  I sit up, kneeling between her pretty thighs. I wrap a hand around my cock, squeezing as my eyes drink in the angel spread out beneath me. Precum beads at my head and drips onto her skin. Zoey trembles, panting like she’s begging for me to take her.

  I growl and lean down between her legs. I pull them wide and shove them back as I settle between them. My tongue drags across her pussy, and Zoey whimpers.

  “Lev!” she moans.

  I groan into her, eagerly tasting her sweetness and mercilessly rolling my tongue over her clit. I don’t tease, I fucking devour her little cunt. I make a goddamn meal out of it. I growl like a beast as I fuck her with my tongue, plunging it in and out as she begs for more.

  I grip her ass, spreading her wide as my tongue slides lower. I rim her little asshole until she’s squealing desperately. She’s rolling under me, writhing in pleasure as I move back up to suck her clit between my lips.

  My fingers dig into her skin, squeezing her thighs and her ass; spreading her open for me. My tongue is relentless, dragging wetly from her asshole to her clit until she’s shaking all over.