Owned By The Bratva King: A Bratva Captive Romance

by Cole, Jagger

  “Have me,” she whispers.

  With a hiss, I slip my swollen head down over her clit, through her lips, to center at her opening. I push, and she moans deeply as my head pushes into her.

  My eyes roll back as I sink into her. She’s so fucking tight—so perfect, so slick and wet. I groan as I push deeper, giving her another few inches as she gasps in delight.

  “Oh shit, that’s so good…” she coos softly.

  I push deeper. For a second, she winces and sucks in a breath of air. But when I stop, she shakes her head.

  “No,” River moans. “Keep going. Please, keep fucking me.”

  I crush my mouth to hers, clench my muscles, and drive into her. She cries out into my mouth. Her arms wrap around my neck, pulling me close. Her legs do the same to my muscled hips. Between her clenching tight and me losing control, I quickly plunge the rest of the way into her.

  “Yessss….” she whimpers.

  I choke at the pleasure. I lose my goddamn mind at how fucking perfectly tight and slick she is, clenching around me. I grind into her, kissing her deeply, before I slowly withdraw. Then, I push right back in.

  Right back to where I belong.

  We rock together, my hips rolling as I pound into her. Her thighs clench my hips, her ankles locking behind my back as I rut into her sweet little cunt. My balls slap her ass, and her moans of pleasure are like heaven in my ears.

  Her nails drag over my back. Her mouth crushes to mine. I can feel her walls rippling and clenching around me, and I know neither of us can hang on. She moans into my mouth, never pulling away to tell me she’s about to come. But I know she is. I can feel it, and it pushes me to the edge.

  With a scream of pleasure into my lips, she starts to explode. Her pussy clenches me like a velvet vice. My big, thick cock swells as my balls draw up. And suddenly, I roar into her lips as I follow her into orgasm.

  I push deep, groaning into her mouth as I spill my cum deep in her hot little pussy. I choke, kissing her fiercely as I empty every sticky drop deep where it belongs.

  She’s shuddering as she clings to me, holding me tightly. She kisses me slowly and deeply as I cradle her in my arms. Until slowly, I slide out of her. I roll onto my back, pulling her against me. I kiss her slowly as she whimpers into my mouth.

  We collapse onto the rug, panting for air. I groan, grinning as I glance over to see her sprawled on her front. Her long blonde-red hair is tousled around her face. Her skin glistens with the sweat of our lovemaking. But then my eyes drop to the tight, gorgeous curve of her ass in the firelight.

  I’m still hard. And I still want her.

  River whimpers happily as I suddenly roll over to move on top of her. My knees go to either side of her hips, and my hand guides them to raise for me. I crouch over her and push my swollen, glistening cock into her sweet pussy.

  “Oh fuck yes,” River groans.

  I hiss as I push deep. I move over her, pinning her to the ground with my cock sliding deep in her. I grab a handful of her hair, twisting her head as I crush my lips to hers. And then, I start to fuck her.

  I snarl as I plunge my cock into her sweetness, sawing in and out of her tight little pussy. River moans wildly, kissing me with a ferocity that ignites a fire in me.

  I fuck her deeply, thrusting my fat cock deep in her over and over. My hand keeps a hold of her hair, the other one gripping her ass possessively as I spread her open.

  She shudders and clenches around me. And then as she starts to cry out into my lips, I feel her start to come again.

  With a groan, I push my dick as deep as I can get. And then I’m coming with her, pumping my cum deep in her gorgeous, perfect little pussy.

  I stay inside of her, even though we’re both trembling and gasping for air. I roll us onto our sides, looking at the fire with my cock still deep within her. My arms circle her possessively. My lips kiss down her neck before she turns her head, cups my cheek, and kisses me with a tenderness that rocks me to my core.

  “I love you,” I groan softly, kissing her deeply.

  “I love you, too,” she whispers back.

  We lay like that until the fire starts to dim. And then we do it all over again.

  21

  River

  His chest is warm against my cheek. I turn, grinning in the morning light as I kiss his skin. He grins as he looks down into my eyes. Slowly, I slide up his body until my lips can taste his. And once they’re there, I never want them to not be there.

  Maybe it’s cliched, but I do feel different. I feel… a little older. A little more sensual and sexy. I feel a throb of desire in my core that I’ve never felt before. I also feel sore from the half dozen times we’ve made love since last night. But it’s a wonderful kind of sore.

  It’s the sort of sore that reminds me of everything. It reminds me of the ways this man made me ache and moan for more. The way he’s touched me and tasted me. The way he fucked me, like he was claiming me.

  And he was. Just as much as I was giving myself to him.

  I murmur softly as I kiss him. His muscled arms circle me, protecting me; pulling me close. I can feel his cock throb against me, and I pull back with a giggle.

  “You can’t seriously want to go again.”

  He grins and shrugs casually. “You can’t seriously be this arousing.”

  I blush and bring my lips to his again. I might be sore all over. But I’m not tired of having him. I will never be tired of having this man, that much I know for certain.

  But his phone dings. Yuri’s face instantly stiffens. He hisses as he rolls away from me and springs from the bed. He yanks on a pair of underwear and grabs a gun off the side table, and my heart thuds.

  “What!?”

  “That’s the front door motion alarm,” he snarls as he bolts from the room. I’m right behind him as I yank a robe on, chasing him down the sweeping staircase and into the huge foyer. Yuri growls as he yanks the door open… just in time to see a dirt bike roaring back down the driveway through the woods. He bares his teeth and raises the gun. But the rider is way too far away by now.

  “Yuri…”

  He glances back at me with concern. But then his eyes drop to where mine are looking. At his feet in the doorway, is a small black box. He frowns as he bends to pick it up. He glances back down the driveway with a grim look.

  “No one is supposed to know we’re even here,” he growls. He turns to lower his gaze to the box. He starts to open it as I step close to him.

  “Stay back, kiska.”

  My heart seizes. “Why?”

  His grim looks says it all.

  “If it’s a bomb, don’t freaking open it!”

  His jaw grits as he drops his eyes to the box. He brings it to his ear, frowning. Then slowly, he rips the tape off the top. There’s no explosion. But I frown when he pulls out a… something.

  “What is that?”

  “It’s a voice memo recorder,” he says cautiously. He turns to me. “I don’t know what’s on this, kiska.”

  I smile thinly. “Only one way to find out, right?”

  He nods. He twists the little USB stick in his hand before he steps inside and shuts the door. He turn back to me and pushes the play button on the side.

  “No! No, please! Please! I’ll do what you ask!”

  Horror explodes inside of me. And when my eyes slide up to Yuri’s, I see the same anguished disbelief in his.

  “No…” he chokes.

  “Don’t! Don’t hurt me! Whatever you want, I know he can get it for you!”

  The terrified, sobbing voice on the recording is Belle. Belle as in my best friend and Yuri’s daughter.

  “Please! I’ll do whatever you ask!”

  Yuri’s face turns to ash. And yet, I frown. I stare at the voice recorder in his hand, trying to actualize the thought that’s twisting at the very edges of my head.

  “Hang on, that’s—”

  “I’ll kill him,” Yuri snarls as he whirls and bolts outside, dropping the
recorder. He yanks his gun out as he storms towards the Range Rover out in the driveway. But I pause to pick up the recorder and play it again as I frown.

  “No! No, please! Please! I’ll do what you ask! Don’t! Don’t hurt me! Whatever you want, I know he can get it for you!”

  Yuri jumps into the SUV. But suddenly, it clicks for me.

  “Wait!”

  I rush out the door and fling myself in front of the SUV as he guns it to life.

  “Wait! Hang on!”

  “River! Please!” He roars, waving his hand. “Move.”

  “It’s fake!”

  He revs the engine, even with my hands on the hood.

  “Yuri, listen to—”

  “I lost her for eighteen years, kiska,” he hisses. “I’m sorry, but I won’t lose her—”

  “It is fake!” I scream. My fist pounds down on the hood with a bang. And suddenly, he’s focused. His mouth thins.

  “What do you mean fake? That is clearly her—”

  “It’s from a movie!”

  He freezes, eyes narrowing. “What?”

  “It’s from a movie,” I gasp, relief washing over me.

  Yuri stares at me.

  “It’s a movie, her new one that hasn’t been released yet. The one where she’s a photo-journalist that gets captured after a Taliban ambush.”

  The car turns off, and the door swings open as Yuri steps out, looking grim.

  “You’re sure.”

  “I’m one-hundred-percent sure. I’ve watched it with her like ten times. Here…”

  I push the play button again.

  “No! No, please! Please! I’ll do what you ask! Don’t! Don’t hurt me!”

  I pause it.

  “They’ve spliced the audio tracks together. But right here, there’s another whole spot of dialogue with one of the wounded Marines. And then a whole flashback scene to her grandfather teaching her how to use a camera for the first time.” I look up at Yuri with a grim face. “They cut that part out and went right to this for the effect.”

  I push the play button again.

  “Whatever you want, I know he can get it for you!”

  The recording turns off. Yuri and I stare at the little device, then up at each other.

  “Semyon,” he growls thickly. He shakes his head as his blue eyes narrow dangerously. “This is crossing a fucking line.”

  I shiver. He’s not wrong. A mafia war is one thing. Sending your rival a fake recording that sounds like their own child is being tortured is fucking appalling. But then I frown.

  “That’s weird.”

  “What?”

  I shrug. “The movie hasn’t been released yet is all.”

  Yuri scowls. “Meaning?”

  “I just mean, there’s a copy in the production studio, probably under lock and key to avoid leaks. And then one at Belle’s house. That’s it.” My brows knit as I look up at him. “How the hell did Semyon get his hands on it?”

  Yuri’s mouth thins as he steps towards me and pulls me into his embrace. “I don’t know, but I’m about to find out. Straight from the horse’s mouth.”

  We walk inside with his arm around me. In the kitchen, I start the espresso machine as he puts his phone on the counter and dials on speaker.

  “Da, boss,” Maksim’s gruff voice rumbles from the phone.

  “Can you talk?”

  “Yes,” Maksim says, switching to English at Yuri’s lead. “I’m out. They…” he grunts. “They found the body last night. Semyon’s having a fucking meltdown.”

  Yuri’s line thins. “The fallout has already hit me.”

  “Shit.”

  “A line has been crossed,” Yuri growls. “The plan we once talked about?” He glances up at me, his jaw tight before his gaze drops back to the phone. “Pull the trigger.”

  Maksim growls. “Full green light? It’ll mean me outing myself pretty clearly with the Belskys.”

  “I know, but that time is over. Shut him down, Maksim. All of it. All of our forces. I want the hammer to smash through his fucking skull.”

  “Consider it done,” Maksim hisses. “Let me get the other avtoritet on the phone. We’ll be ready to start hitting Semyon’s interests within the next two hours.”

  “Good,” Yuri grunts. “I’ll speak to you soon.”

  When he hangs up, he looks up at me with a haggard, hard look. I slip close to him, and I tremble when I feel his hands slide over my hips to pull me close. He lowers his mouth to mine, kissing me.

  “So, war?”

  He nods.

  “It was always going to happen sooner or later. But Semyon’s pushed my patience too far. That recording might be fake, but the implication is over the line. And then…” he frowns, reaching up to cup my face. “Then there’s you. He crossed me too far with taking you. So yes, kiska,” he says gently. “This is war.”

  I tremble as I pull close to him. “Now what?”

  “Now, we wait.”

  22

  River

  Being a fly on the wall of a literal war room is… intense. And more than a little exciting, too. For the entirety of the rest of the day, Yuri is in full General-mode.

  He sits at his desk in the study barking orders into a phone. He’s on his laptop on video conferences with his captains, or other Bratva family bosses. Then he’s up, striding back and forth in the study roaring and strategizing with his people.

  The more I listen, the more I realize that this is no simple mafia war. This isn’t SUVs pulling drive-by shootings. This is war. The Volkov and Belsky Bratva families are huge organizations with thousands of people. This is like the US and the USSR from the real Cold War actually going into battle with each other.

  And I’m right here with a front row seat to the whole thing.

  I keep out of the way as best as I can. I bring Yuri coffee and food, I keep the fire in the huge fireplace roaring. At one point, with reaching out to some of his people in the States, I’m at the laptop as he dictates emails to me.

  It’s thrilling, exciting, like nothing else I’ve ever been a part of. And watching Yuri command like this is… hot. It’s a turn on, watching him basically marshal an army into war. More than once, he smirks when he catches me staring at him with a glint in my eye.

  “Enough!” He roars, startling me all the way across the lavish house, in the kitchen. I gingerly make my way to the study just in time for him to yell one last time into the phone.

  “Un-fucking-acceptable!! Get it done, Boris!”

  He slams the phone down onto his desk. His eyes squeeze shut, and his hands grip the edge of the desk so tight I think he might snap a piece of it off. I slip into the room and pad quietly around behind him.

  My hands land on his shoulders, rubbing with my thumbs. He groans, drooping his head. But he’s so tense. He’s still bristling from an entire day of battle with Semyon.

  “What do you need?” I whisper quietly.

  Yuri shakes his head. “Nothing, kiska,” he growls. He half turns to smile tensely at me. “Nothing.”

  “How long until your next meeting?”

  He groans and shakes his head. “No more fucking meetings.”

  I bite my lip. My hands rub his shoulders, and then slip down to his chest. I rake my nails over his dress shirt, feeling the muscles clench beneath my touch.

  “River…”

  “Maybe I could…” I blush as I lean down to kiss his ear seductively. “Maybe I could help get rid of some of this tension…”

  My pulse thuds with desire. Heat pools between my thighs as he growls thickly. His hands tense on the desk again, muscles flexing. But then he shakes his head.

  “I cannot, kiska,” he hisses thickly.

  I frown, thrown. “Oh... I… yeah.” My brow wrinkles as I move to pull away, feeling a little rejected. “If you’re busy—”

  His hand suddenly shoots up, grabbing my wrist tightly.

  “I am not too busy, River,” he growls. “It is that…” he groans, turning
to look at me. I tremble at the fierceness in his gaze; the heat in his eyes.

  “When I am like this… when a fight must be fought…” he grinds his jaw, slowly shaky his head. His gaze bores into me.

  “You’re busy,” I smile weakly. “It’s fine—”

  “There is a darkness in me, kiska,” he hisses quietly, but with a fierceness.

  I swallow, feeling my skin prickle under his gaze. “I know,” I whisper.

  “No, you—”

  “Yes, I do,” I say again, my voice steady. “And I’m not afraid of it.”

  His eyes harden. His grip tightens on my wrist in a way that sends a thrill of excitement and danger through me.

  “Maybe you should be,” he growls, his voice edged like a knife; his eyes piercing into my very soul.

  My wrist twists in his grip, turning so that my fingers entwine with his.

  “What do you want?” I purr quietly.

  Yuri groans, swiveling his chair to look at me fully.

  “You know what I want, kiska,” he grunts. His eyes sweep over me, undressing me and making me tremble with need. “I want you.”

  I pull my hand from his grip gently. I keep my eyes on his as I reach down and slip my fingers into the hem of my t-shirt. I peel it up over my head and toss it away, and his eyes dip to my bra-less tits before they drag back to my face, full of desire.

  I tremble under his gaze, raking my teeth over my bottom lip. I’m playing with fire. But I can’t wait to get burned.

  “Then what do you need, Yuri,” I whisper thickly.

  “Careful,” he snarls darkly.

  “Why?”

  He groans, his jaw clenched. His eyes burning hotly into me. “You know why, River.”

  Without another beat, I lean down, cup his face, and kiss him deeply. I moan softly, submissively. I open my mouth for his tongue, whimpering as he groans deeply. I suck at his lower lip as I pull away, my eyes leveling on his.

  “What do you need, Yuri?” I whisper.

  And suddenly, he snaps. With a growl, he’s up so fast that his chair falls backwards to the floor. He grabs me, whipping me around as my breath catches. I moan as he shoves me against the desk and bends me over it. His hands shove my skirt up, and my mouth falls open when he yanks my panties down to my knees.