Page 26 of Forced Bratva Hostage (Dubrov Bratva #15)

Standing in front of the mirror, I tilt my head to the side and put on the diamond earrings Andrei surprised me with this morning.

He’s behind me, looking through the closet, trying to decide what to wear to the family dinner. He is wearing a pair of black slacks, and his black shirt is unbuttoned. “Should I wear the black one?” he asks, turning towards me.

“I don’t understand why you’re so hesitant,” I say, ignoring his question about the shirt as I admire the way the diamonds shine.

“I’m hesitant because it’s the Enzos ,” he huffs.

“Okay, but I’m an Enzo, and I’m not so bad, am I?

” I tease him, walking up to him and slipping my hands beneath his shirt to wrap my arms around him.

My fingers trace the scar on his back where the bullet made an exit.

The scar on the front is bigger because the doctors had to cut him open to operate.

It’s sexy. I love tracing my fingers over it.

He touches my nose and shakes his head. “You are not an Enzo, little bunny. You’re mine . You’re a Volo.”

I huff, frustrated that he isn’t agreeing with me on this. It’s been months since Boris died. Van is gone, too, and that has shifted the entire dynamic of the Enzo group. The group that I inherited.

“We can run it better than he ever did,” I say, standing on my tiptoes to kiss my husband.

He’s still not falling for it, though. My charm isn’t working.

“I don’t know, Tia. We could start our own thing instead.”

I roll my eyes. “Why, when there is a whole business, my business, already set up? It just needs guidance and a push in the right direction. The bad apples have been thrown out. The people who are left are good people. They were suffocating under Boris’s dictatorship.

Now that he’s gone, they’ll be happy to work in a better environment—for us. ”

Andrei growls at me and tugs me hard against his chest. “You won’t take no for an answer, will you,” he says sternly.

I grin and shake my head.

He sighs, leaning down to kiss me again.

“We can discuss this on Monday, then. At an official meeting. I’ll set it up with the Andreevs and the Kuznetsovs. I’d like to hear their opinions on it.”

“Do you promise?” I ask excitedly.

“I promise. I’ll talk to them tonight at dinner. But now I want you to promise not to bring it up again until Monday. Let’s enjoy the party and leave business for office hours.”

I pretend to zip my mouth closed and throw away the key. Andrei pretends to catch it and shove it in his pocket.

He grins at me and presses his lips over mine.

I mutter against his mouth, “We’re going to be late.”

“I know, I know. You’re distracting me. It’s your fault.”

***

Nico welcomes us into his home with a massive smile. His wife, Serafina, has become a very close friend of mine over the past two months. As I walk in, she immediately pulls me into a hug.

“Wow, those earrings are gorgeous,” she says, noticing them right away.

“Thank you,” I grin. “The love of my life spoils me every day.”

I throw Andrei a cheeky grin and wink at him.

He slaps my ass, and I squeal, trying to dodge it but failing.

“Get a room,” Nico teases, wrapping his arm around Serafina’s waist and holding her close against him.

Dinners with the Andreev family and the Kuznetsovs have become a regular thing. They welcomed us into their lives so easily and comfortably that it feels like we’ve always been a part of their family.

Andrei’s healing was a slow process. Even after he no longer had to stay in bed, it was still a painful journey with a lot of physio that he is still dedicated to for the next six months, and Nico and his family were there for us every step of the way.

They continuously checked in on us and always brought food, cakes, and good wine whenever they visited.

I adore Jade, and Aly and I are so close that I’m starting to understand what it’s like to have a sister.

In fact, every time I visit any of them, or come to one of these dinner parties, I get a glimpse of what it’s like to have a big family. A genuine, loving family that is supportive and incredible in every single way.

I hear a loud bang from the kitchen and a squeal, so I redirect and head towards the sounds.

Aly and Jade are in there, bending over the stove.

“What’s going on?” I ask.

“Hi, sweetie. Do you want some wine?”Aly asks, her hand on her hip and her nose scrunched up.

I laugh at her. “Don’t worry about my wine, I’ll get some in a bit. Why are you two trying to burn the kitchen down?”

Jade huffs and glares at her sister. “Aly thought it was a good idea to give George the night off.”

“But you two are incredible cooks. Why is it a problem to give your chef the night off?” I ask, sliding my butt onto the kitchen counter to watch the chaos unfold.

Whatever was in the oven is charred black and smoking.

Aly unhooks the fire extinguisher from the back of the kitchen door and blasts a thick cloud of white powder into the oven.

Jade screams in fright and jumps back, and I’m laughing so hard I can’t breathe.

“It wasn’t on fire, you moron,” she shouts at Aly, grabbing the fire extinguisher.

Aly winks at me. “I’ve always wanted to try one of those things.”

“You’re not supposed to do it when someone is standing right there,” Jade moans.

I slide off the counter, and we all peer into the oven, waving our hands to clear away the white cloud.

“It’s still dead,” I grin.

“Ye, no shit Sherlock,” Aly laughs.

“Fuck this—I’m ordering pizza,” Jade huffs, standing up and searching for her phone.

“Pizza on fancy dinner night?” I say in horror, pressing my hand over my heart.

“I’ll order fancy pizza,” Jade grins, speaking in an accent that sounds so fake it’s horrifying.

Aly rolls her eyes. “No one cares what they eat, they’re just here for the drinks.”

“That’s not true.”

“Ark will eat anything.”

“Ark isn’t the best example,” I say, raising my brows.

“Mm. Good point.”

Aly grabs my hand while Jade is busy ordering pizza. She pulls me out of the kitchen towards the bar.

“I think we should have cocktails tonight.”

“Did I hear someone say they’re giving my wife cocktails?” Andrei says, hugging me from behind.

“Just a few. We’ll be good,” Aly grins.

“I don’t even pretend to have the power to tell my wife what she can and can’t do,” he says, then leans close and whispers in my ear while Aly is talking to the bartender.

“You know how you get when you have cocktails.”

“How do I get?” I ask with a smile.

“You can’t keep your hands off me.” He brushes his hand over my stomach, teasing me.

“Are you telling me I shouldn’t have cocktails?” I ask with a hint of mischief in my voice.

“No, I’m telling you to have more than a few. Then I’ll take advantage of you later.”

I start giggling. “You know you don’t need to get me tipsy for that.”

“Mm. But I do like the naughty girl that comes out after those strawberry things you drink…”

“Gross. You two are insatiable. Stop it. She’s mine until later. We need girl time.” Aly waves Andrei away as though he’s one of her annoying brothers.

He laughs and kisses me on the cheek before leaving us to our trouble.

Jade comes out of the kitchen looking flustered, and Aly immediately hands her a cocktail, too.

“To sisters,” she grins.

“To sisters—and pizza on fancy dinner night,” I smile at Jade. She rolls her eyes and smiles, too.

“Fine,” she huffs.

***

Later that night, after the pizza boxes are all empty, spread out across the dinner table, and people are sitting here and there, talking and laughing, Andrei slips his hand around my waist and pulls me against his side.

I giggle as he nuzzles his mouth into the curve of my neck.

“Come with me,” he whispers into my ear.

“Come? Right now? In front of everyone?” I say cheekily.

“Mm,” he chuckles. “There she is, I told you cocktails made you naughtier.”

He pulls me away from the rest of the people, and as soon as we are out of sight, he lifts me in his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist as he carries me upstairs.

“Andrei—this isn’t our house.”

“Don’t pretend that’s stopped you before,” he laughs, slipping his hand around my ass and teasing me as he brushes his fingers over my pussy.

He pushes the door open with his foot and carries me into one of the upstairs bedrooms. He walks straight past the bed, though, and out onto the balcony.

The air is warm against my legs when he lowers me to the ground, turning me around to face the railing and pushing my dress up over my ass.

I giggle and wiggle my hips at him.

He slaps my ass, and I gasp in fright.

“You can’t do that—someone will hear,” I whisper.

“Bend over and be quiet, or the next smack will make you scream.”

My mouth drops open, and I stare at him in delighted shock.

“Yes, sir,” I mutter, turning my back on him and bending forward again.

He stands behind me, letting out a satisfied moan as he runs his hands over my back, around my ass, and slips them beneath my panties.

“You’re already soaked,” he growls deeply.

“I can’t help it. You’ve been teasing me all night,” I confess. “You know what that does to me.”

Andrei kneels behind me and pulls my ass cheeks apart. He presses his mouth over my pussy and licks me from behind.

My legs shiver with pleasure, and I grip the edge of the balustrade tightly to keep my balance.

“Oh,” I gasp as he pushes his tongue into my pussy.

He reaches around my front, playing his fingers over my clit while his tongue moves in and out of me.

I completely forget we’re on a balcony and there are people outside in the garden. Moaning loudly, I push back against his face.

“Be quiet, little bunny, or I’ll stop,” he warns. He’s never forgiven me for the time I stopped sucking him when he was stuck in bed, because I was scared he’d rip his stitches out. He threatens me with this all the time.

I giggle and press my lips together.

“I’ll be good,” I promise, bending over a little more.

He groans with pleasure as he slides his fingers into me. “I can’t wait anymore.” He says, as he stands up.

I glance over my shoulder and see him tugging his pants open. I bite my lip, watching his cock as he frees it, and it stands straight up, the thick vein throbbing over his shaft.

Andrei pushes me forward, forcing me to bend over more. I arch my back towards him, desperate to feel him inside me.

He hooks his fingers in my panties and pulls them to the side.

I whimper when he rubs his cock over my pussy, spreading my wetness onto his cock.

When he slides into me, he does it slowly, controlled, taunting me as I try to rock back against him, to push myself onto his cock.

He grabs my hips, forcing me to stay still as he thrusts deeper, inch by inch, spreading my pussy open and making me gasp with pleasure.

“Hold onto the railing, little bunny,” he warns me.

I reach up and wrap my hands tightly around the iron railing, and Andrei starts fucking me hard.

His cock slams into my pussy, deep and fast, over and over again.

I want to scream with pleasure, but I don’t dare in case he stops.

He fucks me until my legs are shaking and I’m barely able to breathe. My knees go weak, and he wraps his arm around my waist, holding me steady while he carries on pounding into me.

He wraps his hand around my throat and holds me with my back against his chest.

My body goes rigid, and my pussy tightens over him.

He groans against my ear, knowing how close I am to coming all over his cock.

“This pussy belongs to me,” he whispers in my ear, thrusting harder into me.

I squeal, and he clamps his hand over my mouth, slamming into me again.

Every muscle in my body spasms as the orgasm hits me.

My legs collapse, and the only reason I don’t fall is becomes he’s holding me, and his cock is deep inside me.

I feel him go rigid as he explodes into me.

For a moment, neither of us moves, and we just stand there, laughing quietly.

“Did anyone hear?” I ask, whispering.

He grabs my face and tilts my head backwards so that he can kiss me. “I don’t care,” he grins. “All I care about is you, Tia. I love you more than words can say.”

My heart melts as I turn in his arms.

“I love you too, Andrei. Forever.”

“Marry me,” he says.

“We’re already married.” I laugh.

“Marry me again. We’ll have a massive party, and you’ll wear the most beautiful dress.”

My heart somersaults as I grab his face and kiss him harder.

“Yes,” I laugh. “I’ll marry you again.”

*****

THE END