Betrayed Honor: A Dark Mafia Arranged Marriage Romance (Ivanov Crime Family Book 3)

by Zoe Blake

  The gesture was innocently seductive. Unlike other women I’ve known in my life, I knew there was no artifice. This was not some practiced move meant to tease. I loved the fact she had on a pair of simple pink silk panties and a blue bra. My girl wasn’t some shallow, femme fatale with matching lingerie, practiced in the manipulation of a man. She was beautifully genuine.

  “Take off your bra.”

  “Mikhail, I haven’t done....”

  My brow furrowed. “Are you telling me you’re a virgin?”

  The idea stirred my blood even more. I selfishly wanted it to be true. I never wanted to think about her with another man. She was closely watched, but not twenty-four seven. It was possible she wasn’t a virgin, if not probable, but for me to hear about any past lovers in this moment would stir my jealousy out of bounds, especially after my encounter with Massimo earlier.

  She hesitated, then answered. “No. It’s just that I have had little… well… not much practice.”

  “Stop talking and take off your bra.”

  Reaching behind her, she unlatched the bra. It fell down her arms, exposing a perfect pair of breasts that matched her petite frame — small with a gentle curve. Her nipples were the same color as her pink lips.

  “Now your panties.”

  Watching her slowly strip off her clothes was driving me insane, but it was an insanity I wanted to savor. I almost blew it on the sofa earlier when I let my cock control my emotions. To take this beautiful creature rough-and-ready style would have been sacrilegious.

  Watching as she rose up and rolled the waistband of her panties over her hips and then down her legs, I took a few steps over to the closest bureau. As she curled her legs up, trying to cover both her pussy and breasts, I pulled free a toy I’d purchased with only her in mind.

  I’d lost count of the times I had jerked off in this very bed to the thought of using it on her. It was a soft, purple dildo in the shape of a dick, about two inches wide and seven inches long. At the base was a helpful suction cup. Her large blue eyes followed me as I walked past her. After tossing all the pillows out of the way, I reached over and secured the dildo to the large window directly behind the bed.

  I liked my sexual play rough and dirty, and couldn’t wait to buy toys to fill her every hole. She might as well know that now from the very beginning. Although I wasn’t worried. From the way she responded to that erotic spanking I gave her while bent over her brother’s desk a few years ago, I had a feeling my baby shared my same dark tastes for pain mixed with pleasure.

  Nadia kept her gaze forward. Her body trembled slightly.

  “Crawl over to me.”

  The room was silent except for her slightly erratic breathing.

  Nadia shifted on her hip and then onto her knees. Her slight breasts were pressed between her upper arms as she hesitantly shifted one leg forward, then the other. She crawled the short distance to the head of the bed.

  She then tilted her head to look up at me, her eyes luminous with fear and desire.

  I stroked her cheek with the back of my hand. “You’re going to be a good girl and do everything that I say, aren’t you?”

  Without taking her eyes off me, she nodded.

  Fuck. This woman was going to be the death of me. The very idea of making such an angelic face force fuck a cock got me harder than I even thought possible.

  “I want you to open your mouth and suck on the head of the dildo.”

  Turning back to the window, she shifted her body forward so she could stretch out her neck and take the bulbous tip of the dildo between her lips. I was pleased at her unquestioning obedience.

  “Good girl. Swirl your tongue around the tip.”

  I watched as she obeyed.

  “Now I want you to lick the entire shaft, get it nice and wet.”

  The bright purple silicone of the dildo glistened as the tip of her tongue swept over its slightly bumpy surface.

  “Now I want you to try to take it down your throat.”

  Nadia opened her lips up further but only put about three inches in her mouth.

  “I think you’re being a bad girl on purpose,” I murmured into her ear as I climbed up behind her on the bed, rubbing my cock between her cheeks. Her only response was to whimper.

  “Does my bad girl need a spanking to get her to do what I say?”

  Without waiting for her response, I raised my right arm and brought my flat palm down hard onto her cheek. I repeated the gesture several more times. I didn’t stop till her ass cheek bloomed a bright, angry red.

  “It hurts!” Nadia cried out as I shifted my position to grasp her right hip and raise my left arm.

  “Obey me. Push that cock down your throat.”

  She struggled to keep the dildo in her mouth as she started to cry.

  Her left ass cheek tensed a moment before I struck. I continued to spank her until both her bottom cheeks were warmed up.

  “Please! I’m trying! I can’t! I don’t know how!”

  Fisting her hair, I growled, “Open your mouth wide.”

  She was so tiny, I could easily see over the top of her head as she obeyed. As soon as her lips closed over the tip, I pushed on the back of her head.

  Nadia gagged and struggled as the pliable silicone pushed along her tongue to tease the back of her throat. I eased up the pressure, allowing her to take one breath before I once more pushed on her head, forcing her face onto the cock.

  I was training her, of course.

  She would find it much easier to deep throat my nine-inch cock later.

  Inch by punishing inch, the dildo pushed into her mouth. I relented when she had swallowed at least half.

  “Are you my dirty girl?”

  Nadia moaned.

  I spanked her ass.

  “Yes! Yes! I’m your dirty girl.”

  “You want me to force you to swallow more cock?”

  “Yes,” she whimpered.

  Twisting my hand into her hair, I forced her mouth on the plastic cock a few more times.

  Releasing my grip, I told her to keep sucking while I moved to lay flat on the bed. I positioned myself between her thighs, her beautiful cunt just inches from my mouth. As she sucked on the plastic cock, I tasted her. Using my thumbs, I spread open her folds and flicked her clit with my tongue. Her hips bounced, but I followed her with my mouth, gently scraping the delicate bundle of nerves with my teeth as I pushed two fingers into her gloriously wet hole.

  Fuck. She was tight.

  I could hear her slurp and choke as she continued to please me by sucking on the dildo.

  Pulsing my fingers into her, I continued to rhythmically circle and flick her clit till I could feel her inner thigh muscles begin to clench. Just as she began to crest, I shifted my hands to palm her ass, digging my fingers into her still punishment-warmed skin.

  The sound of Nadia crying out with pleasure as she came was the sweetest sound I had ever heard in my life.

  Switching positions, I moved to kneel directly behind her. I spread her ass cheeks open so I could see her perfect little puckered hole. With my fingers still slick from her pussy, I circled the pale pink skin, reveling in how her body twitched and trembled in response.

  “You know I’m going to hurt you when I stick my big cock in this tiny hole.”

  Nadia looked at me over her shoulder, “Please, I’ve never….”

  I stroked her smooth back with my other hand. “Don’t worry, baby. You’ll like it when I make it hurt.”

  Placing my finger at her tight entrance, I forced it in deep past the second knuckle. Nadia cried out as her knees buckled under her and her hips swung forward.

  “Back into position,” I commanded.

  With a whimper, she pushed herself back onto her knees, “Please, it hurts.”

  I pumped my finger in and out of her ass. I could feel the ring of muscle tighten then stretch.

  Taking pity on her, I said, “I won’t fuck your ass today if you swallow all seven inches of that coc
k like a good girl.”

  “I can’t. It’s too big.”

  “You’re going to have to get used to deep throating a cock, babygirl, because I plan to force all nine inches of mine down your small throat every chance I get.”

  Leaning over her small body, I placed a hand under her jaw, tilted her head back, and playfully bit her exposed neck. Licking the red circular wound, I then whispered into her ear, “I want to hear you choke and gag as you struggle to obey me.”

  I could feel the vibration of her groan as it rumbled up her slim throat.

  “What’s it going to be, baby? Do I fuck your ass or do you force that cock down your throat?”

  “Please, I’m scared to take your cock in my ass.”

  She should be. As it was, I was going to tear up her pussy with the thick weight and length of my shaft. Her tight little ass didn’t stand a chance.

  “Then you know what I want to hear.”

  “I’ll swallow the cock.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I’m your dirty girl.”

  “Yes, you are,” I growled as I gave her shoulder a bite.

  Moving back into position, I shifted her forward.

  “Open your mouth and suck on the tip.”

  As she obeyed my command, I rubbed the tip of my cock over her slick folds before placing it at the entrance to her tight pussy.

  “Keep that cock in your mouth.”

  With no further warning, I violently thrust my hips forward. The impact pushed her body forward, forcing her mouth deeper onto the fake cock as I drove my shaft equally deep into her impossibly tight cunt.

  Nadia cried out in pain.

  I cursed and pulled out. “What the fuck?”

  Chapter 15

  Mikhail

  I had asked her if she was a virgin.

  She'd said no.

  Why would she say no?

  Why would she lie?

  While the bastard in me was elated that I was truly her one and would definitely be her only, I couldn’t deny the fact I had treated the woman I loved, an innocent virgin, no better than a whore with my rough demands.

  I rubbed her back as I pushed aside her hair, wanting to see her face. “Baby, I’m so sorry. I would have never taken you so rough. Jesus. Why didn’t you say something? I would have been gentler. I would have taken it slowly.”

  Her hips rose to rub against my cock. “That’s why I said nothing. Gentle isn’t us, Mikhail. It never has been.”

  I stroked her hair. “But… Christ… Nadia, I hurt you. You screamed.”

  She buried her head in the pillow and responded.

  “I can’t hear you.”

  She raised her head slightly, her cheeks bright red. She whispered once more, “I liked it.”

  My cock hardened again as I ran my hand down her back and over her ass. “You liked it? You liked the pain?”

  She buried her head in the pillow again, but nodded.

  I smiled. I knew she was the perfect woman for me. Still, the dildo attached to the window caught my eye. I was doing and saying things to her that really weren’t appropriate for a virgin. If I had known, I would have initiated her into the more hardcore bedroom play later.

  I knelt back up behind her on my knees. Slipping a hand between her legs, I teased her clit, bringing her back to the brink again. “Are you sure about this? I don’t want to hurt you but, baby, there is no fucking way I can be gentle now.”

  She breathed as her own fingertips brushed past mine as she reached for my shaft from between her legs, pulling me closer. “I don’t want you to be.”

  I shook my head. “How the hell do you know… how do you know how to… you’re just an innocent… I don’t understand how….” I couldn’t even finish the sentence. Not five minutes earlier I had watched her try to push a seven-inch dildo down her throat, all while agreeing she was my dirty girl as I spanked her ass, and yet she was a virgin.

  Nadia gave me a throaty laugh as her head tilted back. Her strawberry blonde curls teased the creamy skin of her shoulders. “I was a virgin, Mikhail. Not a nun. I have read Fifty Shades, you know, and watched porn.”

  I fisted her hair and pulled her head further back. Leaning down, I nipped at her ear as my fingers teased her tight entrance. “Oh yeah? Did you like it? Did you dream about me being the one to fuck you hard and fast like that?” I pushed my finger deep inside of her.

  “Oh God, yes! Yes!”

  Her body trembled beneath my touch. Her orgasm was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever witnessed. I would forever remember the sound of her pleasured cries.

  Grabbing her hips, I drove into her tight heat. Never in my life had I delayed my gratification for a woman for so long, but now the beast was unleashed. I couldn’t stop if the hounds of hell were at my heels.

  Her wet heat struggled to stretch around my shaft, and I ran my hand up her back until I could dig my fingers into her tangled hair. I could feel her body brace for what she knew was coming next.

  As I thrust forward, burying my cock deep inside her cunt, I pushed against the back of her head. The sounds of her gagging and choking on the silicone cock as I forced it deeper than ever before down her narrow throat just drove me on harder.

  Over her head, there was a panoramic view of the Potomac River and the sparkling lights in the windows of a high-rise nearby as I finally took possession of her. The voyeuristic idea of having her exposed to the world but technically still unseen only fed my lust.

  Her hands fisted in the bed coverlet as she struggled to breathe.

  Still, I thrust harder, moving her head up and down the plastic shaft as my shaft thrust in and out of her body.

  Fuck! The sight of her small body swallowing my cock as I forced her to face fuck the fake cock nearly drove me insane. I shifted my hand on her ass, till my thumb could press against her asshole. Applying steady pressure, it popped past her feeble resistance. This time when Nadia tried to move her hips away from the pain, she only succeeded in pushing her own face further onto the dildo.

  My balls tightened as I looked down at her vulnerable body being pierced in all three holes, knowing that the only thing occupying her mind was pleasurable pain.

  “I’m going to come. Time for you to take that last inch down your throat.”

  Nadia tried to shake her head but my grip on her hair prevented it. Besides, I would not take no for an answer. She didn’t want to be treated like a fragile virgin, so I had no intention of doing so. I was going to fuck her with all the fire, heat, and passion I felt for her.

  Pausing my thrusts, I applied steady, unrelenting pressure to the back of her head. I watched as her lips opened around the thick shaft. It was just thick enough to make her struggle, but not so thick it stretched her lips thin. They still looked full and pink as she did as I commanded.

  “I want your nose to touch the glass of the window.”

  I kept pushing. Nadia’s body shook with the effort as spittle dripped from the corners of her mouth, soaking the sheets.

  Finally, the tip of her pert little nose touched the cold smoothness of the glass.

  “Now keep it deep in your throat till I come,” I ordered.

  Her shoulders shook with the effort to please me.

  Keeping my grip on her head, I thrust deeply. Pulling all the way out, only to slam back in. I could feel my orgasm building. The exquisite pressure. I knew I only had a few more seconds before I had to let her go so she could breathe again.

  With a cry, I thrust in deep, feeling my balls slap against her swollen pussy. Thick come coated her inner walls as I roared my release. It was the most completely perfect orgasm of my life.

  With my cock still buried inside of her, I loosened my grip on her head as I wrapped my arm around her middle. Gently, I pulled her back till I could hear her desperate gurgles and gasps for breath as the long dildo slid out of her throat and past her lips.

  I collapsed onto my side, taking her with me.

  Shifting my a
rm, I placed my hand between her legs, searching for her clit with the tip of my finger.

  “I’m not done with you yet, kroshka.”

  Chapter 16

  Nadia

  My dreams of being with him were nothing like the reality.

  In my dreams, not only was he perfect, but I was as well.

  Reality, not so much.

  After another scorching round of mind-bending sex, Mikhail laid on his back and threw an arm over his eyes. His heavy breathing slowed. I did not know if he had fallen asleep or not. It would be understandable. The man had been up for two days straight, overseeing the security of Gregor and Samara’s wedding and then rushing in to save me.

  I tried to close my eyes as well. The moment I did, crushing doubt and insecurities crowded my already overwhelmed and exhausted mind.

  This was too much — way too much.

  This wasn’t me. I wasn’t this girl. Girls like me didn’t get men like Mikhail. The man was like a dark, super-kinky James Bond. He probably dated women who wore expensive perfume, spoke French, walked around in lingerie and played Baccarat in exclusive Monaco casinos. Sophisticated women who liked champagne and caviar. Women who actually knew how to play sex games and didn’t cry at the idea of trying to deep throat a sex toy.

  I wasn’t one of those women.

  I thought I was.

  I wanted to be one of them for him, and for me.

  But I'd lied.

  I'd lied when I said I could take all his brutal sexuality.

  I was in way, way over my head with him.

  The dream of wanting to be with Mikhail and the harsh reality of actually finally being with him collided in my head and body. And all I kept thinking was, I was a fraud. This wasn’t me.

  I wore Doc Martens and babydoll dresses. More often than not I smelled like oxyfuel from my jewelry welding torch, not perfume. The only set of matching lingerie I had ever owned was given to me by Yelena years ago when she stole it from Victoria's Secret as a gift for my seventeenth birthday. I had never even taken it out of the tissue-paper and ribbon wrapping. The only card game I knew was Texas Hold'em, and I hated champagne. My idea of a perfect date was a pizza and binge-watching something on Netflix while cuddling on my sofa.