Owned By The Bratva King: A Bratva Captive Romance

by Cole, Jagger

  My lip twists in my teeth. “Where have you been hearing all this?”

  “Oh, you know how this fucking town is,” she groans. She means LA. “The tabloids have been losing their shit about you getting knocked up by the heir to some random European throne.”

  I groan. “Yeah, that’s not entirely correct…”

  “Gee, no way,” she laughs sarcastically. Aside from being my best friend, Belle’s also one of the most sought-after actresses in Hollywood. She’s had way more than her fill of and run-ins with paparazzi bullshit and half-cocked gossip rag stories.

  That should mean I can offload all of what’s been happening to me to her. But obviously, I can’t do that. Not with the little detail of who exactly has been keeping me.

  Belle’s well aware of what her father is. Of course she is, her own husband is a captain in the Kashenko bratva back in Chicago. But knowing the father you’ve just come into contact with is the head of a Russian mafia family is one thing. Knowing he’s also making your best friend who’s barely older than you are ache for him, and crave him, is another thing entirely.

  “So, it’s not an heir to a throne?”

  I frown, shaking my head. “No.”

  Belle giggles. “But the other details…?”

  I blush deeply. “No!”

  She laughs. “So wait, you’re not finally getting laid?”

  I groan as my face burns. “No, God. Well…” I chew on my lips, blushing deeper. I look up from my bed that I’m lying across to look out the huge wall of glass that overlooks the sea.

  “Yeah, I’m going to need some clarification on that ‘well’, girl,” Belle snickers.

  I roll my eyes as my cheeks throb. “It’s just…” I frown. “It’s hard to explain.”

  “You met someone who finally makes you want to do something crazy. And it’s the strongest feeling you’ve ever had about anything in your life. But every single part of your life screams that it’s a bad idea, because it’s new and scary, and maybe that person doesn’t mesh with your version of life?”

  My brows arch. Belle sighs.

  “That about sum up what you’re feeling?”

  “What are you, a fucking mind reader?” I mumble.

  She giggles. “No, but there was that small detail a year ago of me, the Hollywood actress, running off with the Bratva hitman and having a wild and lurid affair with him which ended up in me falling hopelessly in love with and marrying him. Ring any bells?”

  I laugh. “Maybe I did read about that somewhere.”

  “Look, I can’t tell you what to do. But this guy you’re with… does being around him feel dangerous because you feel like you’re in danger? Or because it’s exciting and new, and it feels like it might shake up the life you thought you had?”

  I smirk and slip off the bed to pad over to the windows. “Hey, if this whole Hollywood superstar thing doesn’t work out, you should look into being a therapist, you know.”

  Belle laughs. “Only for you.”

  I sigh and drop my forehead against the glass. “And it’s not the first one. Maybe the second one.”

  “You’re not in danger, but he still feels dangerous.”

  “Yes,” I whisper. “Sort of.”

  Talking to her about this guy and my own twisted up emotions suddenly starts to feel shitty. I mean, this is her father we’re talking about. Her father and me.

  “You know what? Don’t stress about it,” I sigh. “I’m fine, honestly. Just having fun. I just wanted to call and say hi, that’s all.”

  “You sure? You know I’m here if you want to dig into—”

  “Yeah, no, I’m good,” I smile guiltily. “Really.”

  She laughs. “Alright, alright. I know that tone. Fine, I’m off the case. But just one thing, if I may.”

  I smile. “Shoot.”

  “Do you get that hot feeling in the base of your stomach when he kisses you? Do you feel that… I don’t know, it’s like a wave that explodes inside?”

  I close my eyes, blushing as I gently nod.

  “Yes,” I mumble.

  “Well then, just do you, River,” she sighs. “Live the adventure. Have fun, and just see where it takes you. You’ve earned some time off.” She giggles. “And besides, what the hell is the point of being a famous model if you can’t run off for a tawdry sex-cation with a hot older European guy, right?”

  I groan, rolling my eyes. “Thanks, super helpful as always.”

  She laughs. “Call me anytime. You know that, though.”

  “I do know that.”

  “And have fun.”

  I blush.

  “Just, you know, maybe don’t get knocked up?”

  I groan, rolling my eyes. “Yeah, thanks.”

  She laughs. “Call me, okay?”

  “I will.”

  “Oh! Shit! I almost forgot.”

  I frown. “What?”

  “I was going to invite you to my next premier in a few weeks!”

  I grin. “For Tomorrow’s Battle?!”

  Not a month ago, Belle dragged me in to the private screening room at her new production company to show me the semi-final cut of her upcoming war movie. Which she not only produced, but stars in. And it’s fucking awesome. It’s like Zero Dark Thirty meets 127 Days. And of course, Belle is freaking incredible in it.

  “Uh, hell yes! I’d love to!”

  “Great! It’ll be fun. Feel free to bring a date, or…” Belle laughs.

  “Huh?”

  “Nothing. I was just going to say, or you could come with my dad as his date.”

  I freeze, feeling the blood leave my face.

  “I’m sorry, what?”

  “Well, cause I invited him and told him to bring a date, and he laughed it off.” She sighs. “Never mind, that’s just me trying to be funny.”

  I laugh nervously. “Oh, yeah, no, totally. I’ll just bring your dad…”

  I groan inside.

  “Oh, perfect. A match made in heaven,” she snickers sarcastically. “But I am not calling you stepmom in case you two get married. Just so we’re clear.”

  Lord, please take me now, I groan to myself.

  “But I guess your oil tycoon might have a problem with that.” She laughs again. “Anyways, talk soon?”

  “Yeah…” I mumble.

  “Bye!”

  When I hang up, I turn and toss the phone onto the bed. Then I look back out the windows at the rolling sea. The sun is just starting to dip past the horizon, painting everything in golden orange.

  My stomach gurgles, reminding me it must be close to dinner time. The last few nights, I’ve just been walking myself to the kitchen, asking Korol, the chef, for something, and then taking it back to my room to eat. Which sounds like a great idea for right now, too.

  I’ve been lounging around my quarters all afternoon in yoga pants and a t-shirt. And even if I’m here as a captive of sorts, I feel weird about the idea of walking around a yacht this fancy dressed like a schlub.

  I find a cute dress in the closet and bring it back into the bedroom. I peel off the t-shirt and yoga pants, then my bra… Then the door to my bedroom bangs open.

  I gasp, whirling as my face burns hotly. My hands fly up to cover my chest as Yuri storms in, looking fierce and powerful. He’s in a crisp white dress shirt, open at the collar, and dark blue, ridiculously well-fitted dress pants. He prowls towards me as I tremble, my pulse surging.

  “Uh, can I help you?!” I blurt, half in anger, half in excitement.

  “Earlier,” he snarls as he marches right over to me. He stops inches from me, looming over me with his piercing blue eyes holding mine captive. I swallow, trembling.

  “Earlier what?” I snap.

  “I was wrong,” he grunts quietly.

  I smirk. “Well, that’s a first—”

  “I was wrong to allow you to speak to me like that, without repercussions,” he growls. He lowers his mouth to my ear, making me gasp. “Without punishment,” he hisses into my
ear.

  My breath stutters. I shiver as heat teases over my skin.

  “You…” I swallow before I drag my eyes up to his. “You don’t get to talk to me like—”

  “That is exactly where you’re wrong, kiska,” he growls. “This is my world. You are in my kingdom, under my control. And while you are here, I will speak to you any which way I please.”

  I sneer at him.

  “So you take me without my permission, you lock me on this boat, you trot me around like a fucking bargaining chip for your disgusting little Bratva friend—”

  “He is not my friend—”

  “And you think you can walk into my fucking bedroom, and touch me, or kiss me whenever you goddamn please?!”

  “I haven’t exactly heard any complaints.”

  My jaw is in the process of dropping when his hand suddenly juts out and takes one of my wrists. Without even blinking, he yanks that hand away from the bare breast it’s covering and brazenly lowers his gaze to my chest. He smirks before he looks back up into my shocked face.

  “I still don’t hear any comp—”

  My hand rips from his grip, swings back, and slaps him, hard, across the cheek. Instantly, my face pales. I see his eyes blaze and his jaw clench. But my fear melts into brazenness. I smile as I leer up at him.

  “What, sir,” I spit. “What, your majesty,” I sneer. “This is your kingdom, right?”

  The growl rumbles in his throat. He glares down into my eyes with a fierceness that takes my breath away.

  “What are you going to do,” I hiss quietly. “Hit me?”

  But slowly, Yuri smiles… a dark, hungry smile.

  “No, kiska,” he growls. “I’m not going to hit you.”

  I gasp as his hand slips up into the back of my hair and grabs a fistful of it. I whimper as he yanks me into him and suddenly kisses me so hard it bruises my mouth. But God help me, I moan. I moan eagerly into the kiss.

  When he pulls away, I’m gasping through swollen lips. I’m panting for a breath, and my pulse is thudding in my ears.

  “I’m not going to hit you,” he growls as he looms close. His eyes blaze with an icy blue fire.

  “I’m going to fuck that little brat mouth of yours until I spill my cum down your throat.”

  My jaw drops. My pulse surges. No one has ever once spoken to me like this. Not even close. I want to feel shocked and scandalized. But I’m not horrified; I’m turned on.

  I feel more turned on than I maybe ever have before. I like the way he’s just spoken to me. I like the way it lights a fire inside of me.

  His eyes burn into me. His hand tightens in the hair at the nape of my neck. He doesn’t push or coax… it’s all me, and my own volition that brings me to my knees in front of him.

  His hand stays in my hair as I look up at him, my pulse thudding. His eyes captivate mine, never letting them pull away. My hands reach up, shaking, but with lust and desire as I undo his belt. Then the zipper of this pants.

  I fumble with the rest, but he just groans and brings a hand up. He pops the button on his pants and slips them and his briefs down. My eyes drop from his gaze. They widen, my mouth falling open as the throbbing, thick, veined shaft slips into sight.

  He pulls his briefs lower, and lower, and lower. More and more of his swollen length slides into view. A tendril of tattoo the groove of his hip muscle swirls into a black rose. I tremble as he peels them lower, until suddenly, the waistband slips off of his head, and his full, engorged cock springs out right in front of me.

  My core clenches as my pulse thuds. Holy fucking shit. My mouth hangs open.

  He’s… big. Very, very big. Virgin with no experience or not, I know what big looks like. My breath catches as I look up at him. His gaze holds mine fiercely, the lust and desire surging in his eyes. I reach up, gasping when my small hand wraps around the silky and yet rock-hard shaft. He’s so hot to the touch, and my heart skips as I give him a stroke.

  I’m going to fuck that little brat mouth of yours until I spill my cum down your throat.

  It’s so filthy and wrong. But there’s also no ignoring the heat that throbs in my core. There’s no ignoring the desire that coaxes my mouth forward, my tongue slipping out to wet my lips.

  My eyes stay on his when my mouth kisses the head of him. Yuri groans, hissing as excitement sizzles through me. I kiss his swollen crown again. My lips part, and with a soft moan, I take him in across my tongue.

  “Fuck, Kiska,” he growls thickly.

  I whimper, spurred on by the way his face looks like he’s in pure heaven. His jaw grinds, and his eyes burn hotly into mine. I can feel his hand tighten in the back of my hair, but that only makes me wetter. It makes me bolder.

  I suck, taking him a little deeper. He’s so big, and my jaw feels stretched around him as I hum eagerly. His hand pulls me back, and then guides me back onto him as his hips push. He’s not demanding or forcing. He’s showing. He’s guiding… teaching.

  I moan, feeling more alive than I have ever have. I suck wetly on him as my eyes raise up to his again.

  “Spread your legs, kiska,” he growls thickly.

  I whimper, doing what he says. On my knees, I spread my legs, trembling as I slurp on his swollen dick.

  “Now put your hand between them, and feel how wet you are for me,” he groans. “Touch your little pussy while I take your mouth.”

  I don’t even hesitate. I don’t care how filthy and lewd this is. My hand slips eagerly into my panties. I’m so fucking wet—slick and dripping as my fingers slip over my lips. I moan around him as I start to rub my clit.

  Yuri groans, pumping his hips. His thick head glides past my wet lips, pushing over my tongue into the back of my mouth. I whimper, humming and moaning as I rub my clit faster. He growls, dropping a second hand to my hair. His fingers thread into my long locks, taking two handfuls as his body surges against me.

  I love this. It’s like a control and a dominance that I’ve craved, without even knowing I craved it. His cock swells, throbbing so big and hard in my small mouth. I whimper, slipping my hand up his body. I push his shirt up, dragging my nails over his abs. They clench, and the large, swollen balls beneath his cock jump, tightening.

  He grunts, fucking my mouth and pushing his cock across my tongue as I rub myself. My pleasure builds and swells. Until suddenly, I feel myself start to explode.

  “You’re going to make me cum, baby girl,” he snarls. “You’re going to make me cum down your pretty throat.”

  His filthy words do it. With a muffled cry, I start to come. My fingers press hard against my clit as Yuri groans. His cock swells and throbs, with a hiss, he pushes it deep. I feel the first spurt of him hot across my tongue—sweet and salty, and I swallow it eagerly. More and more spills out across my tongue and down my throat as I moan around him.

  And then gently, he pulls my mouth from his glistening, swollen cock. A drop of white cum beads at his crown and drips to land on my bare thigh.

  My whole world is throbbing and buzzing. I don’t know where to look now, or where to put my hands. But slowly, gently, Yuri pulls me to my feet. He cups my face, looking me fiercely in the eye. His thumb brushes my bottom lip, pushing a drop of his cum back into my mouth. With a whimper, I suck his thumb between my lips and lick it clean.

  Yuri groans, and his mouth crushes to mine, kissing me deeply. When he pulls back, we’re still staring at each other. I blush, biting my lip as his curl slightly at the corners.

  “Dinner is in twenty minutes; my private deck.”

  He kisses me again, and I can hear and feel him zipping his pants back up. Then he pulls away, turns and makes for the door.

  “Are you… was that you inviting me to dinner?” I blurt.

  He turns, smiling curiously. “Yes, River. It was.”

  “After…” I blush and look down.

  “After what? After that?” He frowns and turns fully. Then he walks back over to me. His hand cups my face tenderly again, tilting my chin up. An
d without missing a beat, he leans down to kiss me softly.

  “It seems too crass to fill your mouth with my cum and not invite you to dinner, does it not?” He murmurs as he pulls back.

  I blush as he grins at me. He leans down and kisses my lips once more. Then he turns and walks out the door, leaving me throbbing, tingling, and wetter than I’ve ever been.

  10

  Yuri

  She’s stunning when she’s awake. She’s angelic when she’s sleeping. I sit quietly at the edge of her bed, watching as her bare chest slowly rises and falls. Moonlight gleams in through the windows, bathing her porcelain skin and pale pink nipples in a soft glow.

  My eyes slide lower, across the slim lines of her waist and swell of her hips—also bare for me. My gaze centers at the prize between her thighs, and I can feel my cock surge with desire. Her pussy is still flushed and swollen from my mouth. I can still taste her sweetness on my tongue and lips.

  Dinner was… brief. I’m not even sure we made it past the first course or glass of wine before the surging heat between us grew too strong. Before I kissed her, and almost had her right there over the cafe table on my private deck.

  But though part of me does very much want to claim her—to push my swollen cock deep in her virgin cunt and mark her as my own—I held back. Part of it is this goddamn “deal” with Semyon. But a larger part is that while I do wish to claim her, I won’t like that. Not bent over a dining table.

  Instead, somehow, we managed to make it to her quarters. Here, I ripped her clothes back off, pushed her down across the bed, and devoured her whole; relentlessly. I’ve spent the last hour and a half between her thighs, to the point where she’s literally just passed out.

  I grin hungrily as my eyes sweep over her bared body and gorgeously innocent face. My cock surges again, and I’m tempted to wake her up with my mouth back between her legs. Or with my cock slipping between her soft, pouty lips.

  But the buzzing of my phone in my pocket pulls my attention. I scowl as I take it out. When I glance at the name, my jaw grits.

  Quietly, I slip out of River’s bedroom. I let myself out onto the glassed-in deck off her living quarters before I answer the phone.