Captured by the Bratva: A Dark Mafia Romance (Bratva Brotherhood Book 2)

by Bianca Cole

  Milana and I shouldn’t have got together, but fate has brought us here. I know that I will love that girl for the rest of my life. She is all that matters to me anymore.

  24

  Epilogue

  Milana

  The sun rises above the mountains, as I stroll along the rocky banks of Lake Louise. It’s mid-august, but it’s only a chill forty-four degrees this morning. My warm coat helps stave off the cold, as I stare into the crystalline blue waters. The color reminds me of Lyov’s eyes.

  I’ve got used to the concrete jungle of New York, but it’s a relief to escape for once. Lyov managed to convince Andrei to give him two weeks off for a getaway. I’d taken living in Miami for granted, never being far from the beach.

  Even so, I couldn’t convince Lyov to pick a beach location. He said he had always wanted to visit the Canadian Rockies. A place I’d not considered before, but I’m glad he insisted. It is beautiful here, if a bit cold.

  Lyov admitted that we needed somewhere quiet and far away from any other brotherhood’s territory. After everything that has happened in the last six months, I was quick to agree. There’s no chance we’re going to bump into any of the bratva up here.

  It’s eight o’clock in the morning, and when I got up, Lyov was fast asleep. He isn’t exactly a morning person. I couldn’t sleep any longer. For three weeks, I’ve struggled to sleep. It’s because of the news I got from my doctor.

  I’m pregnant.

  The mix of emotions are so intense that I can hardly work out whether I’m happy or just downright scared. Am I ready to be a mother? More importantly, are we prepared to be parents?

  I haven’t told Lyov yet. Fear of what he will think has held me back since we haven’t discussed children or our future. It’s been just over six months since we met, and it feels like it could be too soon to start a family.

  That’s not even taking into account how dangerous it is to raise a family in this world. A world full of crime, brutality, and violence isn’t exactly what I want to offer my future family.

  Do I want to bring a child into this world? The bratva world.

  My dad is gone from it, which makes it a safer place. Dima was quick to take his place as leader, but he’s not a strong one. I’m confident he won’t pose any threat to the New York brotherhood. He’s foolish and doesn’t command the same respect our dad did.

  “Mila,” Lyov calls out from behind me.

  I turn to face him. “What are you doing up and out of bed so early?”

  He jogs to catch up with me, wrapping his arms around my stomach and pulling me into his chest. “I think the more important question is, why did you sneak out of bed without me?”

  I sigh. “It’s so beautiful out here, and I wanted to explore, but I didn’t want to wake you.”

  He shakes his head. “Never sneak away from me again.” He rubs his nose against mine. A short silence falls between us, palpable with tension. “What’s bothering you?”

  I pull back and glance up at him. “What makes you think there is something wrong?”

  Lyov grabs my hand and leads me toward a bench on the edge of the lake. “Sit.”

  I take a seat, worried this is going in the direction I didn’t want it to. The idea of telling Lyov I’m pregnant makes me queasy.

  “Milana, I’m not blind. I know you are hiding something from me.” He cups my chin in his hands. “Tell me what is wrong.”

  I know I can’t keep it a secret forever. Three weeks of hiding this from Lyov has been long enough. “The truth is that three weeks ago, I went to visit the doctors.”

  “Are you okay?” he asks.

  I nod my head. “Yes, but… I’m pregnant.”

  Lyov drops my chin for a moment, eyes widening. “Pregnant?”

  My stomach sinks at the shock in his voice. “Yes… I don’t know—”

  He kisses me, silencing the words on the tip of my tongue. “That is amazing news.” He cups my face in his hands. “We may not have planned for it, but I can’t wait to start a family with you.”

  A lump forms in my throat, and emotion rises in my chest to hear him so happy. The biggest fear was that he’d be angry. Angry that I hadn’t taken precautions to stop this from happening. Tears flood my eyes as I realize the anxiety was rooted in whether he would want this or not.

  He wipes away the tears that roll down my cheeks. “Why are you crying, Mila?”

  I shake my head. “I was scared what you would think… We haven’t discussed starting a family.”

  Lyov smiles, kissing my lips softly. “No, we haven’t discussed it, but it’s everything I want.” He shrugs. “Sure, our lives our dangerous, but I know we’d protect our children with everything we’ve got.”

  I laugh. “Of course.”

  We fall into a comfortable silence, holding hands and staring out over the lake. “Isn’t this place beautiful?” I ask, staring at the snow-capped peaks in the distance.

  Although I love beach holidays and hot weather, I love nature too. I always have since I was a kid. My dad thought it was weak to enjoy nature. He preferred Dima’s approach, which was killing any animals or any nature he came across. I’m glad I’ll never see either of them again, even if they were the only family I knew. Lyov is my family now.

  “It’s beautiful, but not half as beautiful as you, Mila.” He grabs my hand and pulls me to face him, biting his bottom lip.

  I tilt my head to the side. “What is it?”

  He slips his hand into his inside jacket pocket. “This seems like a perfect lead up to a question I have to ask you.” He pulls out a small, black box and falls to one knee.

  I know exactly what is coming before he even opens it. My heart races as he opens the box to reveal a stunning solitaire engagement ring.

  “I love you, Milana. Ever since I saw you on that dance floor, a part of me knew we were supposed to be together.” I never believed in soul mates until I met Lyov. “Will you marry me and make me the happiest man in the world?”

  I can hardly speak from the pain coating my throat. I’ve never felt so much emotion before in my life. A flood of tears stream down my cheeks. “Yes, of course, I’ll marry you.”

  He breathes a sigh of relief, pushing the ring onto my finger. “For a moment, I thought you were going to say no.” He stands and grabs my hand, pulling me to my feet.

  “Never,” I say as he picks me up and spins me around.

  He sets me back down on my feet, grabbing my hand. “Come with me.”

  “Where are we going?”

  He smirks and leads me toward a passageway between mountains. “You’ll see.”

  We walk for a while between the jagged rocks jutting out on either side until we come to an opening and a small, steaming pool nestled between the stone. I glance up and notice only a small amount of sky is visible. It’s a private oasis.

  “How did you know about this place?”

  Lyov shrugs. “I paid the right worker at the hotel. I wanted somewhere romantic to take you.” He winks.

  I feel the ache ignite deep inside of me and know what he means. Somewhere he could fuck me without anyone seeing us. He pulls me against his chest forcefully, pushing the tips of his fingers hard into my hips. “It’s about time I fucked my fiancé,” he murmurs, pressing his lips to mine softly.

  I try to step back, but he holds me close. “I didn’t bring my swimsuit.”

  He shakes his head. “You most certainly won’t be needing it. Strip.” He let’s go of me, and I take a step backward.

  I stare into the icy blue eyes of my future husband, wondering how I got so lucky to find a man like him.

  “What are you waiting for?” he asks.

  I shiver at the prospect of getting undressed right now. “It’s too cold.”

  He steps toward me and tugs at my coat, forcing it off my shoulders. “I’ll warm you up. I promise.” I let it drop to the floor, as he begins to unbutton my pants. “Not to mention, the pool is a balmy ninety-eight degrees.�
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  He lets me continue stripping, pulling his coat and shirt off. I watch as he unbuttons his pants, pulling them down, so he’s only in his boxers.

  I shiver as the cold air teases over my skin. Lyov pulls me close. “Do you trust me?”

  I nod my head without a moment’s hesitation. “Of course.”

  He wraps his arm around my waist and hoists me into the air. I hardly have a moment to realize what is happening, as he plunges us both into the water.

  I scream, but it doesn’t do me any good. It’s too late. To my surprise, the water is hot and it instantly staves off the cold. I come back to the surface, slicking my hair down. “That was an asshole move.”

  Lyov smirks. “I thought you would have learned by now that I am an asshole.” He swims toward me and gathers me in his arms.

  I trace my finger over the scar on his left shoulder, which is slowly fading in color. “Does it still hurt?” I ask.

  He shakes his head. “No.” His ice-blue eyes match the hue of the pool as I get lost in them.

  “What are you going to do to me?” I ask.

  He tightens his hold on me, hands slipping to my hips. “Whatever I want,” he breathes, stealing the breath from my lungs.

  He digs his fingers into my hips, forcing my back against him. His hands cup my breasts through my lace bra, and the hard length of him presses against my ass. “I’m going to fuck you so hard that people will hear you for miles,” he groans.

  My knees quiver at the thought. Before I know what Lyov’s doing, he tears my panties in two and discards them in the water.

  “Lyov,” I protest, staring at my favorite pair of lacy burgundy panties. “Those are my favorite.”

  He kisses the column of my neck. “I’ll buy you some more.”

  I lean into his back as his hand travels between my thighs, finding the slickness already pooling between them. His finger slips inside of me, and I clamp my eyes shut, giving myself over to my fiancé.

  “That’s it, let me finger you out in the open,” he growls, teasing his tongue down the column of my neck. “My naughty Malishka,” he murmurs.

  I can’t speak, as my mouth is too dry.

  He bites down on my neck, sending a thrilling pain through me as he continues to finger me. I groan as he adds two more fingers, fucking me with them. The fire is building inside me already, and he’s barely started.

  I try to turn around, but he holds me in this position.

  “No moving,” he orders, digging his fingertips into my hips hard enough to bruise.

  I groan as he picks up the pace, fingering me right to orgasm. All I can do is give in to him—my fiancé. I let the sensations take over as he curls his fingers in exactly the right way, hitting the spot that has me coming undone.

  “Fuck,” I moan, wishing I could get more from him. The need to have him inside of me increasing. I reach around and grab him through his soaking wet boxer briefs.

  The move earns me a spanking on my ass, as he forces me around to face him. His hand wraps around my throat. “No touching without my permission, Malishka.” His icy blue eyes are blazing with such fire.

  “Please, sir, can I touch it?” I ask, hoping he’ll let me.

  His eyes narrow, and he tightens his grip around my throat. “You can suck it with those perfect fucking lips of yours.” He let’s go of my throat and moves to perch on the side of the pool. His huge length is tenting his soaking wet boxer briefs.

  The sight of him ready for me makes my mouth water. I swim over to him and rest between his muscular thighs, bringing my hand up to the waistband of his boxer briefs. I peel them from him and free his huge cock, which springs back and slaps against his abs.

  My fingers wrap around the base of him, and he grunts as I tug at him. I bring my lips to the thick, swollen head and tease them over it. He groans, and I can’t help but feel powerful in this position. I can make him feel as good as he makes me feel.

  Slowly, I take him into my mouth, working him into the back of my throat. His fingers slide into my hair, grabbing a fistful as he begins to take control. I let him. He forces his cock into the back of my throat over and over again. I focus on breathing through my nose, taking everything he has to give.

  His sweet and salty cum coats my throat and mouth with each thrust, as he grunts above me. “That’s it, baby, take my cock,” he breathes.

  He increases the tempo, and I gag, coating his cock in saliva. He pulls his cock from my mouth and grabs my chin, forcing me to stand. I moan as he kisses me hard and deep, swiping his tongue around every inch of my mouth.

  “I need to be inside you,” he murmurs.

  He won’t get any protest from me, as he jumps back into the water. His strong arms wrap around my waist, and he pulls me against him, kissing me softly. He lifts me in the water and kneels, positioning me over his cock. Without any warning, he brings me down and buries himself right to the hilt.

  “Fuck,” I moan, enjoying the way he fills the aching void inside of me.

  He lifts me up and down his cock, kissing and nipping at my lips as he does. It’s more gentle than he often is, as he takes his time. He stares into my eyes, increasing the intimacy between us.

  It feels like I could burst with pure happiness and pleasure, as he makes love to me in the hot water. I throw my head back, as he sucks on my peaked nipples, sending another wave of ecstasy through me.

  His strong arms pick up the tempo, lifting me up and down faster and harder on his cock. I wrap my arms around his neck, but he shakes his head. “Put them behind your back,” he orders.

  I do as he says, and he wraps one arm around my waist, pinning them to my back. The hard, thick length of him pulses deep inside of me as he keeps fucking me. Every stroke feels better than the last. “Oh, God,” I cry out, feeling my orgasm closing in on me.

  He grunts, stopping still and leaving me dangling.

  “Why did you stop?” I ask, finding his gaze and holding it.

  “You can’t come yet,” he says. “I want you to come when I say.”

  I bite my bottom lip, nodding in agreement. Lyov begins to fuck me again slowly, torturing me.

  “Harder, sir,” I moan.

  He stills. “Off,” he orders.

  I jump off his lap, and he bends me over, finding my center and thrusting into me hard and fast. “Yes, sir,” I moan as he spanks my ass and fucks me hard. He’s like an untamable beast every time. He always takes me hard—the way I want.

  I can feel the fire building inside of me, and I desperately try to hold on.

  The control needed to resist coming undone is challenging, but I need to please him—it’s what I live for now.

  It’s almost unbearable. He thrusts into me three, four, five times, and I’m sure I won’t be able to hold on any longer.

  My whole body quivers and shakes. “Please, sir, I can’t—”

  “Come,” he orders.

  As if his words open the floodgates, my whole body drowns in unadulterated pleasure. Stars burst behind my eyes and I struggle to keep myself upright. Lyov is only thing supporting me.

  I moan and cry out, totally overwhelmed by the strength of my orgasm. Lyov grunts, shooting his seed deep inside of me at the same time. Our bodies react together, coming undone together.

  I stay in that position for a few moments, breathing heavily. Lyov pulls his cock from me and then wraps a strong arm around my curvy waist. He lifts me into him, kneeling in the water, so we’re both submerged up to our necks.

  “Perfect,” he murmurs, kissing me softly. “I don’t intend to leave this pool all day.”

  My eyes widen. “What if someone else comes down here?”

  He shakes his head. “No one does. The staff assured me we’d be alone.”

  I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him. “I love you, Lyov.”

  He smiles against my lips. “I love you, too, Mila. You’re mine forever now,” he breathes.

  We kiss lazily as the steam swirls around us. I
’m sure I’ve never been so happy in all my life. The bratva brotherhood is a part of my life forever now—something I wanted to escape—but we’ll have each other every step of the way.

  THE END

  Thank you so much for reading Bought by the Bratva, the second book in The Bratva Brotherhood series. I hope you enjoyed following Lyov & Milana’s story.

  The next book follows Luka Romanov’s daughter and his sovietnik, Miron, and will be available through Kindle Unlimited or to pre-order on Amazon.

  Claimed by the Bratva: A Dark Mafia Romance

  I’m a pakhan’s daughter, and the man I love is his most trusted advisor.

  A man twice my age, and the sovietnik to my father.

  A man who looks at me with fierce hunger that drives me wild.

  When he learns of my arranged marriage to the son of another pakhan, everything changes.

  He tells me I’m his. He tells me he won’t let me marry anyone else. He tells me he’d start a war for me.

  The problem is, our feelings really could start a war.

  Will we survive or perish in the flames of our desire?

  Claimed by the Bratva is the third book in the Bratva Brotherhood Series. It's a safe story with no cliffhangers, a HEA and no cheating. This story has hot scenes, some dark themes, and bad language. Like most of the books by Bianca Cole it features an over the top possessive alpha male.

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