Bratva Addiction

by Coco Miller

  I groan into her mouth, sliding our tongues together seductively. Every virgin stroke of her tongue against me sends a direct signal to my cock. It’s almost like she’s sucking my cock, and I’m about to blow.

  Exquisite.

  I cup the back of her head and crawl over her causing her to lay against the bed horizontally. This is dangerous. My control is only so strong.

  I tug on the loose tie of the belt holding her robe together and brush the sides apart. I settle between her legs, the tip of my cock finding the space between them automatically, and I rub against her virgin clit as I hover over her, still lip−locked, but at least our bodies are finally together.

  Her hands fist my coat as she moans into my mouth. “Kazimir.”

  Shit, I love when she says my name.

  I move faster, dry humping the woman I plan to marry soon. I haven’t done this since I was in high school, figuring out what foreplay was and what it was meant to do. This is different. It isn’t an experiment. This is the woman that changed my life when I noticed one blink of her topaz eyes.

  I need her to come.

  The wide tip of my cock presses against her clit and her thighs quiver around my waist as I try to steal her lips again. But before I can, she tosses her head back, crying out my name as she orgasms.

  I feel her wetness through her pajama bottoms, soaking me, and I growl as I watch her come apart, her mouth open as she releases those pleasurable sounds of satisfaction.

  Her eyes are rolling, lashes fluttering, and her cheeks are a soft pink against the brown caramel of her skin. Fucking beautiful.

  I stop rocking because if I take one more stroke against that sweet bundle, I’m going to lose it and have sticky seed in my pants. I refuse to do that. I’m not thirteen-years-old. The only way I’m coming is down her throat, across her tits, or inside that sweet virgin cunt.

  She throws her arm over her eyes, smiling and letting out a nervous chuckle.

  “Umm,” she says. “That was—”

  “Perfection.”

  When she hears my voice, she lifts her arm off her eyes and pushes her hands against my chest and wiggles out from under me.

  “Oh my god, what did I just do? I can’t…I can’t do this with you. Get out!”

  She points to the door and then ties the belt around her waist again.

  “Moya—”

  “Don’t Russian tongue me! Get out. Out! I can’t believe you. I can’t believe me. I hate you. I’m afraid of you. I don’t want you. I will never want you. Not after what you’ve done to my father, to my life. Get out.”

  Each harsh word is a slap against my face, but it doesn’t break my heart, it only pisses me off. I know what she is doing.

  “I’m not going anywhere.”

  “Do you know what having you in here means? Do you know what we just did means? It means that I’d be okay with this, with all of this, with your family threatening my father and you kidnapping me. I’m not okay with that. Yes, I’m attracted to you, any woman would be, but I want nothing to do with a man who went out of his way to ruin my life.”

  “I have not come close to ruining your life.”

  “No?” she lifts her chin as she stares at me.

  I slowly stand, not bothering to hide my erection. It’s harder than it has ever been. The fire in her eyes, the rage coursing through her blood, it only turns me on more. “No, your life could be a lot worse with one phone call.”

  “How can it be worse than this?” She asks suspiciously as her eyes cloud and rage like a horrific sea storm.

  “I can have your father killed,” I say matter of factly, not because I’m trying to threaten her but because I’m trying to show her what I’m willing to sacrifice for her.

  Her hand lands on her stomach as she tries to catch her breath.

  “Oh my god, you’re a monster.”

  “No, this is business. Your father borrowed money from mine and didn’t pay it back. I didn’t make him do that. That was business. But make no mistake, Alegra, this thing between us is much more than that. It’s fate.”

  “Fate,” she spits at me as if the word is like bitter venom on her tongue. “I don’t believe in fate. I believe in reality. In the facts. And the fact is, you kidnapped me because of your own greediness.”

  She pushes her hands against my chest again, but I don’t move. It’s going to take more than a small shove to get me to where I’m not near her.

  “You want to know what I think?” I brace my hands on either side of her head.

  “I don’t really care.”

  “Mmm, I think you do.” I twirl a tuft of her hair around my finger. “I think you’re scared. Sure, has this been the typical way a man meets a woman? No. But you feel this and you don’t want to go against your father or what you think is right, but there’s no right or wrong when it comes to fate. You just go with it.”

  “Get. Out.” Her seething hiss rakes up my spine. “You’re fucking delusional.”

  “Fine.” I bend my head down and push my lips against hers. She fights me for one split second before giving into me again. Once I have my answer, the truth, I pull away. “I’ll be back. You know what is right.”

  “Fuck you.”

  I grab her hair and yank it back until I know it brings pain. “We will fuck, don’t worry, but not until you have accepted me, accepted this. You will let me in.”

  “I’d rather die,” she whispers.

  I know it won’t come to that but it doesn’t make the words hurt less. I honestly did not expect her to fight me so much. I obviously can give her whatever she wants, anything she dreams of: money, sex, adoration, and it’s still not enough?

  “If you die, plan for me to be buried at your side. You are not getting rid of me, Alegra Wilson. I am yours.”

  She slams the bathroom door and I place my palm in the middle of it, hanging my head with exhaustion and defeat. Her soft sobs are muted since she is in another room and they kill me. I only want to make her happy.

  Why can’t she see that?

  “I’ll be back later, Moya Dusha.”

  She doesn’t answer me. Instead she continues to sob and every step I take away from her feels like the wrong thing to do. But the Bratva does not run itself and I have duties I must tend to.

  I lock the door behind me and slide the key into my pocket where it is safe and she cannot escape.

  She has no idea how dangerous of a man I really am. If she ever tried to run, I’d hunt her to the ends of this earth.

  Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.

  7

  Alegra

  It’s been two days of being in this room and I’m about to lose my mind. The four walls are closing in. I want to feel the sun. I want to walk in the grass without my shoes on. I want to go to a bookstore and buy a book. There is nothing like the old smell of paper in a novel. It’s soothing.

  Of course, Kazimir has sent me books. Tons of them. First editions of Jane Austen and Emily Dickinson. The classic tale of Wuthering Heights and the gothic story of Dracula. Another tidbit about my life that he’s somehow uncovered. I love them all.

  I didn’t want to read them, but considering there is no tv in here, I had no choice. In addition to the books, he has also been sending over new clothes, makeup, and tons of expensive jewelry.

  Most women would adore being showered with gifts like this, but being locked in this room with these expensive gifts doesn’t make me any less a prisoner than he is my kidnapper.

  I feel ashamed that I allowed him to kiss and rock against me and give me my first orgasm. That experience clouded my judgement and for a split second made me think that I fell for him. But then the voice of reason in my head screamed at me to get away from him. So that’s what I’m doing. But honestly, I feel like I’m losing my mind.

  I wish I could rewind time and tell my father before he borrowed that money that my tuition was not worth all of this.

  I open the balcony doors and a cool breeze comes thro
ugh, carrying the sun and flowers. I sit in one of the chairs and kick my feet up on the iron bars helping me stay locked inside. This place is a fortress, or maybe an abandoned prison, but either way no one is getting in or out. And if I want to be honest with myself, I don’t care as much as I did a few days ago.

  I was scared, but I’m not anymore.

  I don’t know. I feel like I’m where I need to be even if the circumstances aren’t ideal. My father is alive, he doesn’t have to pay back the money, I am being well-treated, and this place (prison) is gorgeous.

  The estate is settled in a valley with lush green grass and tall pine trees all around us. The city is just a few miles down the road, but you still feel like you are in the middle of an oasis.

  A rapture of knocks tap against the door. Usually I’d flee into the restroom, or hide under the covers, but I’m over it. I’m here, Kazimir’s workers are not going to hurt me, so I might as well make the best of it.

  “Come in,” I shout so they can hear me. I lean my head back and enjoy the high sun beaming down on me. Even if it is through the spaces of iron bars it’s better than nothing.

  “Hello, Miss Alegra.”

  Vlad.

  I smile when I hear his heavy footsteps pound on the floor. He isn’t a bad guy. He doesn’t shake me up like Kazimir does.

  “You enjoy the sun, da?” he asks. “I bring you some drinks on the cart. Plenty to choose. Kazimir noticed you outside and wanted you to be refreshed.”

  Of course he noticed. Is there anything he doesn’t notice about me?

  “Do you like it here, Vlad?” I ask him, lifting my head to look into the eyes that are so familiar to mine.

  “Da, they are my family. The only ones I have ever known. Kazimir and Viktor–” He taps his heart. “They are good men.”

  “Why are you so nice to me? You seem like a good guy too.”

  He blushes. Vlad comes and visits me everyday and we always have a nice talk. I don’t know why I find it so easy to be around him. He is much bigger than Kazimir, pure muscle and intimidating, but he has a softness about him and it’s hard for me to find the anger for him that I have for Kazimir.

  “Women deserve nice treatment. We are not all bad here. I know how you got here is unconventional—”

  “To say the least,” I say, cutting him off and grabbing one of the drinks on the cart. A very cold Pepsi. Perfect.

  “But it is business and we have a reputation to uphold. Your papa, he borrowed money he knew he could not pay back. If you need to be mad at anyone, be mad at him. Kazimir has always wanted you, before he decided to force his hand to get you, Alegra. He has pictures of you in his office. He does not think I know.” He taps the side of his head. “Vlad always knows. I see him staring at your face every single day. You have the man’s heart.”

  “I’m sure he gives his heart to every woman,” I say on a sigh.

  I’m not sure why that disappoints me. Maybe I’m getting too used to the idea of being here with Kazimir. He is right, it is fate that I’m here, but the brutal way we were brought together is not something I can easily forget.

  “Nyet,” Vlad shakes his head no. “Kazimir has not dated. Fucked? Da. Dated? Nyet.”

  My stomach turns at the thought of him with another woman. I’m such a hypocrite. How can I desire a man who has turned my entire life upside down.

  “Why me? What’s so special about me that he had to take me the way he did?”

  “I do not know. That is something you will have to ask him.”

  Asking him means seeing him and I haven’t seen him since the day I told him to get out of my room for giving me the greatest pleasure of my life.

  “I’ll make sure to do that. Thanks for visiting me, Vlad.”

  “There is something about you, Miss Alegra. You remind me of someone but I can’t put my finger on it.”

  His sausage−size finger taps his chin and then scratches his shaved head.

  “Me too,” I say. “Maybe we knew each other in another life?”

  Past lives are such a fickle thing to think about and I’m not sure if I believe in them, but if I believe in fate, it can’t be that hard to wrap my mind around a previous life.

  Maybe we are all recycled souls, I don’t know. I find it romantic. What if Kazimir and I have been together before? What if my soul recognizes his which would make perfect sense out of all of this. This almost violent urge I have to be with him. It tears at me and claws at my gut; I’m so close to giving in just to make the feeling go away.

  Vlad smiles and it’s goofy and infectious which makes me grin in return. “Da, maybe. That sounds nice. I bet that’s what it is.”

  His large chest expands and his hands land on his hips as he nods.

  “Well, I need to go. Kazimir will be by later—”

  “Wait,” I grab his wrist as he walks by. “I need to get out of this room. I’m going stir crazy. Can you help with that? I promise not to run. Where am I going to go? This place is armed better than a military base.” I point to the guy walking around the ground carrying a large gun. “I don’t want that pointed at me. I like my head where it is.”

  His brows crinkle in confusion.

  “Kazimir would never allow anyone to harm you. He would kill them if they even raised their weapon or hand. Why not just ask him to take you out of your room? I’m sure he would agree.”

  That’s somehow soothing.

  “I still need a little distance from him. To think about things. You understand, right? I just want to eat in an actual kitchen and lay by a pool. Do you have a pool?”

  “Da,” he says simply. “But you cannot run. I am trusting you. Do not break that trust. Go change. I will wait.”

  I squeal as I fly upward and wrap my arms around his neck, but his neck his so damn thick, my arms barely fit.

  “Thank you! Thank you. I swear, I’ll sip my Pepsi and soak up the sun. I promise.”

  “You better. I like my head where it is at too,” he grumbles. “I wait here for you.”

  I clap my hands excitedly and run to the bathroom and then run back into the bedroom where my new bathing suit is. Kazimir really thought of everything. With a large smile on my face, I barricade myself in the restroom again and change. The bathing suit is cute. It’s a bit small, though.

  Huh.

  Really small.

  The cobalt blue bikini top barely covers my nipples and the bottoms are three sizes too small, only covering half of my butt cheek.

  “What…” and then it dawns on me that Kazimir did this on purpose. I look in the mirror and feel naked. “I cannot wear this.”

  I turn left and right, my body barely covered by the thin material. My curvy body is on display and if I bend over my nipple might pop out.

  Feeling overly exposed, I yank a towel off the rack and wrap it around my body. When I step out of the bathroom, I slide my feet into the black flip−flops.

  “Ready?”

  “Da,” Vlad says, pushing the cart in front of him.

  I follow behind Vlad and watch as he locks the door to my room with a key that he hides in his pocket. The woman from last week would have figured out a way to get that key so I can be free, but now I don’t have that feeling at all. I kind of feel like I’m on a long vacation.

  “Kazimir also told me you can call your father if you like.”

  It’s crazy how much I wanted to call him and let him know that I’m okay, but Vlad is right, I’m mostly mad at my father for putting me in this position. Now that I’m here, the position isn’t so bad. I mean I realize that it could be much worse.

  “No, I’m okay for now.”

  Vlad opens the next set of doors and my eyes widen when I see the large foyer ahead. The ceiling is tall, round, and painted in white, but even painted such a bland color, the intricate details of the architecture pop.

  “Wow,” I admire, twirling on my heel as I take the riches around me.

  Blood money pays for this, I remember.

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p; I wait to care, to be disgusted, but I feel none of that. I feel fine. This can’t be normal. I shrug it off, the wheels of the cart slightly squeaking as it rolls. We come to another set of doors and I’m not sure what to expect, but when Vlad opens them, I’m taken aback by the beauty.

  Blue skies, tall trees, and flowers of all colors surround the lagoon, not a pool, but an actual lagoon. It’s like I’ve stepped into another world, and in a way, I suppose I have. A waterfall cascades to my left and a cliff that looks like it’s made for jumping off of stands a bit taller next to it.

  “Holy freaking shit.”

  Vlad snickers. “It is funny to hear you curse. You so tiny and compact. I expect to hear a soft mousey noise from you.”

  He creates a square with is hands to show how small I am, and I playfully punch his arm.

  “I may be small, but I am mighty. Don’t you forget it,” I threaten him with my fist. I shuck off the towel and lay it on the lounge chair and take seat.

  “Shaking in my boots, Alegra. Shaking,” he quivers his voice to pretend he is scared.

  “Good, I’m dangerous.”

  I settle in the chair, closing my eyes with a teasing smile and right as the sun finally hits my face, something dark falls over it.

  “What the fuck are you doing?”

  I snap my eyes open once I hear the lividity in Kazimir’s voice. Where did he come from so fast?

  “Da, I will say you are dangerous,” Vlad says with mirth, eyeing Kazimir as he practically boils with anger.

  Crap.

  Double fricking crap.

  8

  Kazimir

  “I’m sunbathing,” I state simply. “Move. You’re in my light.”

  Oh, I’m in her light?

  I’m in her fucking light?

  Is she serious right now?

  Doesn’t she know how good as fuck she looks? All those curves trying to fit in that bathing suit for anyone to see? Vlad and my men must be frothing at the damn mouth.