His Captive Bratva Princess: A Bratva Captive Romance

by Cole, Jagger

  “LEV!” I roar. When he finally shuts up for half a second, I sigh. “She was being forced. They had leverage on her, and she can confirm they’re laundering money through the production company.” I shake my head. “Dude, she was an ‘asset’ to them because they fucking needed her, not because she’s part of the scheme.”

  I close my eyes, seeing red again. “They had her locked up, Lev,” I hiss. “They were holding her like a fucking prisoner.”

  “Niko…”

  “Lev,” I say quietly. “You’re my brother. You’re my blood. And I’m asking you to just fucking trust me.”

  He’s silent for a second. Then I hear him exhale slowly. “You know I do, man,” he grunts.

  “On this too?”

  “Yeah,” Lev sighs. “Even on this.” He sighs again. “Okay, fuck. I’m calling a meeting and I’ll make sure Viktor is on the same page.”

  I close my eyes and let out my breath. “Thank you.”

  “But you’ve got trouble, buddy.”

  “No shit—”

  “No, Niko, this just went fucking nuclear.”

  I frown. “Meaning?”

  “Yuri Volkov just got on a plane in Moscow headed for Chicago.”

  My jaw ticks. My pulse thuds. “Hang on, what?”

  “You took their golden goose, Niko,” Lev growls. “You didn’t rattle the cage, you poked the top dog in the fucking eye.”

  I turn to look at Belle. The moon glints through the clouds and glows across her face. She pushes some hair out of her face and bites her lip as she looks up at me.

  “Answer me this,” Lev sighs. “Is she worth it?”

  “You know—”

  “You’re about to have the entire might of the Volkov Bratva bearing down on you. You hit them in the wallets, Niko. You kicked them in the fucking balls. They’re not going to let that slide. I’ve got your back, but I need you to take a second and think.” He sighs. “Is she worth it?”

  I don’t need to think. I don’t a second.

  “Yes,” I answer instantly.

  My brother growls. “Well okay then. We’ll do what we can back here. But you need to get gone and get lost, now.” He blows air out slowly. “I hope your gloves are laced up, brother. Because you’re about to have the fight of your life.”

  15

  Belle

  The wind whips through my hair. The bike roars beneath me, and I cling to his back. I press my face into his muscles and the smell of him. I want to drown myself in his scent. I want to bury myself in his arms.

  The lights of towns fade to the darkness of the woods. I have no idea where we’re going, and I don’t care. I genuinely do not care where I’m going with this man, so long as it’s him I’m with.

  I hold him close, and I smile like an idiot as I kiss his back. I don’t even know if he can even feel it, but I do it again, because I can. Because for the first time in six months, I’m touching him again.

  We drive for I honestly don’t know how long. Then we pull of the highway onto a more rural road. There, it’s just the towering pines and the stars above. The shit-storm behind us—the Russians, Daniel, my career… all of it just fades away.

  The roads get more and more rural, until we’re kicking up dust on a dirt one. Niko slows the bike as we round a corner. And there in a clearing in the trees, with the still water of a lake behind it, is a small cabin.

  He parks in front and kills the engine. Suddenly we’re bathed in the sounds of the woods—crickets, night birds, frogs from the lake. Fireflies glow and swirl around us. And I just hold him, like I never want to let him go. Because this dream might fade away. Then I’ll wake up locked in my LA house, with that sword hanging over my head again.

  But I’m not back there. The sword is gone. This is real.

  We’re silent as we get off the bike. Niko takes my hand and leads me to the front door. There’s a key hidden under a loose shingle to the side of it. The door swings open, and we step into darkness. I wait in the kitchen while Niko pokes his head into the living room, and what I assume is a bedroom down the hall. When he’s finished, he comes back and holds the frame of the doorway into the kitchen, staring across the darkness at me.

  My pulse thuds. My skin tingles.

  “Nearest neighbors are like five miles away, and the Kashenko organization own this legally. But,” he shrugs. “We shouldn’t exactly throw a house party.”

  I grin. “Well, crap. There goes my evening plans.”

  He grins back. I bite my lip. Suddenly, I realize I’m not sure what happens now. Because I don’t know what we are. I know I’m crazy about him. I know I haven’t stopped thinking of him and fantasizing about him since that night six months ago.

  But it’s been six months. I mean what are we? Is he taking me because of the Russian thing? Or because of me? I want him, horribly. But does he—

  With a snarl like an animal, Niko suddenly storms across the kitchen, right for me. I gasp, taking a step back. But he slams into me like a force of nature. He growls as he lifts me in his arms, shoving us back until my back slams against the kitchen door.

  I moan and whimper as his mouth hungrily presses to mine. His tongue demands entrance, and his hands slide over me. My legs spread around his waist, my thighs clenching on his hips. My evening gown for the awards show has a slit up the side, and the whole thing falls aside. I gasp as I feel the thick bulge in his jeans press against my throbbing pussy through my panties.

  Niko kisses me hungrily, groaning into my lips. His hand slides under my ass, and I gasp when his fingers brush against my swollen lips. I’m soaked for him, my panties drenched. He growls and suddenly yanks them to the side. I feel his other hand tugging at his belt and then I hear his jeans hit the floor. I groan as I feel his throbbing hard cockhead—so swollen and so hot—press to my lips.

  “Niko—”

  I hiss in pleasure as he drives in. He takes me in one stroke, making my eyes roll back.

  “Fuck I missed you,” I moan, sucking his tongue between my lips.

  We can play the slow catch up later. We can touch and taste and tease another time. This is desperation. This is the dam breaking after six months.

  My hands slide into his hair. He groans into my mouth, his muscles coiling as he slams into me. His fat cock stretches me open, hitting me exactly where I need it—just where I’ve been dreaming of. He’s so freaking big, and he fills me perfectly. My legs wrap around him, yanking him in, desperate to keep him deep where I need him.

  Niko’s teeth rake over my lip. His hands dig into the soft flesh of my ass. My back slams into the door over and over, making it rattle and shake as he fucks me hard against it. My eyes squeeze shut, and I suddenly scream into his mouth as I start to come.

  But Niko doesn’t slow. He gives no relief. He keeps fucking me. He keeps me riding that high. I feel my walls clenching him, dripping all over him as I start to tense again.

  “Niko—!”

  “Come,” he groans. “Come for me, baby. Come for me now.”

  I cry out as I let go and start to come again. This time, he roars into my lips as he follows me. I feel him drive into me, his balls pressed to my ass as he throbs and surges. His hot cum spills into me, pumping deep as I cling to him. I kiss him feverishly, gasping into his lips.

  Niko keeps himself deep inside, panting into my mouth. His muscles clench, and I murmur as he turns and carries me into the bedroom. He never slides out as he drapes me across the bed on my back. My legs spread wide around him as he starts to move.

  We go slower this time. His hips roll, abs clenching as his gorgeous cock pumps in and out of me. It’s a long, slow build. My feet are high in the air, my toes curling as I scream his name. I look down, moaning at the way his thickness splits me open, stretching me wide.

  Niko groans, rocking his big dick in and out. His hand slides under my head, grabbing a fistful of my hair as I groan and drag my nails down his back. We both move faster, feverishly kissing each other before we both st
art to crash again.

  It builds and builds, and then I’m coming again. His mouth clamps onto my neck, sucking at a tender spot. His body clenches, and I feel his cock surge inside of me.

  “Belle,” he groans.

  I claw at his back, clamping my legs tight around him and crying out as I start to come. He grunts as his cock slides deep. I can feel his cum spilling into me as his mouth crushes to mine. All I can do is tremble and shake as I cling to him. I’m lost in him.

  Dimly, I’m aware of Niko carrying me to the shower in the bathroom. We barely stop kissing as he washes me off, making me whimper as his fingers slip between my legs. But I’m also so fucking exhausted that the room is spinning.

  He carries me wrapped in a towel back into the bedroom and pulls back the covers off the bed. Moonlight glimmers off the lake water through the window. He slides into the bed behind me. He pulls me against his huge frame, draping an arm around me protectively.

  I turn, and my lips find his. Then, I fade into the best, happiest sleep I’ve had in years. Maybe ever.

  It’s light when I wake. I don’t open my eyes right away. I just smile and inhale the scent of the woods. I hear the sound of the wind in the pines outside, and I roll over in the bed. But when I feel nothing next to me, I pout slightly. I want him here. I want him in the bed with me, with those arms wrapped around me again.

  My nose sniffs, and I suddenly groan.

  “Oh my God is that coffee?” I sigh, my eyes still closed. I hear him chuckle, and the floorboard squeak as he steps into the room.

  “Sure is.”

  “Yessss pleeeeeaasse,” I grin, still closing my eyes.

  “Oh, I’m sorry, miss important movie star. Did you think this was a breakfast in bed service?”

  I open my eyes and grin up at him—the man of my dreams for the last six months, standing over me. And he’s naked. I bite my lip, my eyes dropping to his heavy looking cock.

  “Is it not?” I smile as I look up into his eyes. “I’m sorry, but when I booked this suite, I was told it came with all the VIP accoutrements that I’ve become accustomed to as a very famous, very rich person.”

  He grins. “Oh, this coffee, you mean? You want this coffee?”

  I pout. “Please?”

  His jaw grinds. His cock literally twitches in front of me.

  “I’m gonna need one more of those pleases,” Niko growls temptingly.

  I swallow. I look up at him, and heat blooms in my core. I pull back the sheet and shamelessly spread my legs.

  “Please?” I purr.

  With a low grunt, Niko moves onto the bed. He passes me the mug, but suddenly, he’s dropping between my legs. I manage one sip before I have to shove it to the bedside table. I gasp, clenching the sheets and whimpering as his tongue drags over my bare pussy.

  “Oh, shit, Niko…”

  He growls as he sucks my clit between his lips. He settles between my legs, and I moan, hips arching as I eagerly press my pussy to his mouth. His tongue drags up and down my slit, pushing into me and making me whimper. He slides back to my clit, and I coo in pleasure as I writhe under him.

  His big hands pin me to the bed as he growls against my pussy. His tattooed, muscled shoulders ripple. His huge, muscled arms clench, and I moan as he devours me.

  Niko’s tongue flicks over my clit, then slips down. He moves maddeningly slow, until he pushes it into me. He groans as he slips his tongue even lower, shoving my legs back.

  “Oh my God…”

  I whimper, blushing as his tongue swirls over my asshole.

  “Oh my fucking God, Niko… what…”

  Naughty pleasure overwhelms me. Niko groans, teasing my most private place with the tip of his tongue. Then he slides back up to hover his mouth over my pussy.

  “More,” I moan.

  He growls, sucking my clit between his lips again. Two of his thick fingers slip into me, curling against my g-spot. I moan and writhe, trembling as he drives me crazy. His tongue swirls around my aching clit. I shift and tremble on the sheets, soaking them.

  “Niko—Niko!”

  I cry out when I start to come, hard. He growls, tonguing me through the orgasm as I cry out over and over. His tongue drags wetly and slowly up my seam, flicking over my clit. Then he keeps going, kissing and sucking over my tummy, then up to my tits. He sucks a nipple, and then the other.

  He grabs me, and I moan when he flips us over. I whimper as I reach down between us and curl my hand around his cock. But then, I bite my lip. I look him in the eye as I slide off of him, down between his legs.

  “Shit, baby…”

  I sit back on my knees, stroking him. I look at his thick, swollen cock, feeling eager and excited. I’ve never done this. I look up into his eyes. He knows. But he’s not stopping me.

  His huge cock throbs in my hands as I lean forward. I dart my tongue out and swirl it over his crown. His hiss of pleasure and the way he swells in my hands spurs me on. My lips sink over him. I flick my tongue again, and Niko groans.

  “Fuck, Belle…”

  I wetly pull away, looking up at him. “How’s that?”

  He just growls. His hand slips into my hair and wraps it in a fist. It’s so fucking hot I almost jump him instantly.

  But I drop my mouth back to him, kissing and sucking down his underside to his balls. My tongue dances over them, and his cock surges like steel in my hand. My small mouth traces back up slipping over this head and sucking wetly.

  I stroke him with both of my hands as I suck on the head, which is all I can manage inside my small mouth.

  Niko groans in pleasure. His abs clench, and his hand grips my hair tightly. And then suddenly, he growls and pulls me away from his swollen dick.

  “Was that—”

  “Perfect,” he growls, kissing me hard. “Fucking perfect.”

  He grabs me and yanks me up into his lap. I moan as he centers his cock at my entrance, and then grabs my hips. I sink down, gasping as he pushes into me.

  “Oh fuck, Niko…”

  I slide all the way down, and then crush my lips to his. His hands guide me, gripping my ass and moving me slowly up and down. I take him so deep on each stroke, gasping in pleasure as he thrusts up into me.

  He lays back, one hand on my ass, and the other between my thighs, rubbing my clit. I roll my hips, rocking up and down as I throw my head back. My fingers drag over his muscled chest. My pussy clenches around his thick cock.

  “Niko… oh my God, baby…”

  And suddenly, I start to come. I scream his name, and I can feel myself flooding him with my wetness. Niko just groans and pumps up into me harder. He grabs my hip and rubs my clit as he growls and thrusts deeper. My head falls back, and I’m coming again.

  He groans, sinking his cock so deep as his balls throb against me. I feel his warm, sticky cum spill into me. I moan and drop my mouth to his, kissing him deeply and eagerly. I tremble as I drape over him, laying on his chest—panting, trembling, and grinning like an idiot.

  “Satisfactory to your expected level of service, Miss Bardot?”

  I giggle and raise my head. “I mean there was no massage, and where are my egg whites and my green juice?” I smirk. “But it was a good start.”

  He grins. “You’re a fucking brat, you know that?”

  “Yeah.”

  He chuckles as I lean down to kiss him. Then I moan as he yanks the covers over us and rolls me over.

  It’s gorgeous outside. But I think we might just stay in bed today.

  We do, too. All day. And all night. And all of the next day, too. It’s like a dream state. We wear no clothes, we eat naked sitting on the kitchen floor. And when we’re not showering, eating, laughing, or sleeping like logs, we’re screwing.

  A lot; everywhere.

  Nikolai checks in once or twice with his boss Lev, who he tells me is actually also his brother.

  “Half-brother,” he shrugs. “Same piece of shit dad.”

  I nod and take his hand. I don’t pus
h it, though. He’s told me that story before, and there’s no need to pick at old scabs. Trust me, I know.

  When he hangs up after a call with Lev, he smiles when he sees me looking anxious.

  “All quiet back in Chicago. There’s no one—” he shrugs and then smiles. “We’re okay.”

  “Good,” I whisper. I sink into his lap and curl my fingers around his thickness.

  “You’re insatiable,” he groans.

  “Someone created a monster.”

  Niko growls. “Well, I better feed the monster, then.” He pushes into me, and I groan as I press my lips to his.

  A girl could get very, very used to this kind of life.

  “Oh my God, where are you?!”

  I grin. “Hi.”

  River blows air out heavily through the phone. “Belle, people are freaking the fuck out about you.”

  “Really?”

  “Uh, yeah, really. Girl, you were supposed to give that award the other night in Chicago and then you just never showed up on the stage. Ring a bell?”

  “Yeah, no, I know.” I frown. “I, uh… River, I had to….”

  “You ran, didn’t you?”

  I nod. “Yeah.”

  “What about Daniel’s threat—”

  “It’s taken care of.”

  She whistles salaciously. “You’re totally with him now, aren’t you? Your guy from Chicago?”

  I blush. I turn and glance up the rocky beach of the lake to where Niko is snoozing naked in an Adirondack chair by the back door to the cabin.

  “Yes.”

  “Belle!” she squeals. “Wait, that’s amazing! Hang on, please tell me he like swooped in and rescued you movie-style?”

  I grin. My silence says it all.

  “Holy shit, that’s so fucking awesome!” River gushes. “Is he why Daniel had that huge bruise on the side of his head?”

  I giggle. “Yep.”

  She starts laughing her head off. “So you’re in Chicago still?”

  “No, somewhere way outside of it at this cabin.”

  She groans. “What the hell, why are you living my fantasy? Hot, dangerous guy, motorcycles, a cabin in the woods away from everything? Sign me up.”