Page 10 of Arranged Bratva Virgin

If he thinks he is getting sex now, he is going to be in for a rude awakening.

I plan to set my boundaries right away, and, in fact, what better time to do it than right now.

“I assume you set up my own bedroom for me the way I requested?” I say curtly.

“You won’t be sleeping in your own bedroom, Darya. You will be sleeping in my bed. We are married,” he says coldly.

Shock runs through me. “You told me to tell you what I wanted and that you would have it set up for me. I asked for my own room,” I say angrily.

“And I did. I set up everything you requested except for your own bedroom.”

“Stefano, I am not sleeping in your bed,” I snap in horror.

“And why not?” he glances sideways, his amber eyes locking with mine in anger.

“Because—" I can’t possibly tell him I am a virgin. "Because—I want my own space. And yes, you have to respect that. I know we are married, but that doesn’t mean anything. I know it doesn’t mean anything to you, either. You can just carry on living your life and leave me to live mine. We don’t have to pretend anything when we are in the privacy of our own home.”

I shrug, as though what I am saying is obvious. I assumed this entire time that it was obvious.

I thought he would be happy to not have to deal with me on a daily basis if I had my own wing of the house and stayed out of his way. I don’t understand what the problem is.

“Do you honestly think I am going to just let you do whatever you want now that you are my wife? You will do what I tell you to do. Including sharing a bed with me.” His tone is edged and threatening.

“How dare you think you have the right to boss me around like that? You don’t even know me. You know nothing about me,” I say with heated anger that is growing darker by the second.

“You have no idea what I do and don’t know about you, Darya. Get off your high horse and stop acting like you are better than me. You are my wife now. As your husband, it is my responsibility to take care of you, and that includes controlling what you do.”

I can’t believe the audacity of this man. His arrogance is so much worse than I ever could have imagined.

He thinks he is going to control me. Why would he even care what I do? I am nothing but a tool to him. Perhaps it is his ego running wild here, assuming I am his property now.

“I am sure you have plenty of things to focus on in your business to not have to also worry about what I am doing,” I say bitterly.

He reaches out his hand and his fingers grip my thigh tightly. “You are my business, and I will be focused on you. Why can’t you understand this?” he growls darkly.

I push his hand off my leg instinctively and turn my body away from his.

His lips curl into an angry snarl and his fingers grip the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles look like they are glowing white. Why is he so angry?

My eyes flare open in shock. From everything I have heard about him, I know he has a temper, so maybe I should think about being more careful with how I handle him. I don’t want to be on the receiving end of his anger. I clench my teeth together to stop myself from saying anything more. I need to be more tactful. This is not a good start to our first night of living together. I can’t believe I thought it would just be easy, a casual arrangement of sharing a home and nothing more. I am coming to realize that nothing with him is going to be easy. He is so used to getting what he wants, when he wants it, that he thinks that extends to me as well.

He can get any girl he wants, he doesn’t need to add me to that list of acquired things.

I sigh loudly, showing my annoyance by folding my arms across my chest.

“Hey, look at me,” he demands.

I keep looking out the window.

“I said look at me, Darya. Don’t make me ask you twice.”

I throw him the most fiery and fierce look I can pull together.

“What?” I snap.

“I don’t know what definition you have of marriage or being husband and wife, but in mine, we share a bed, we share a home, and we share a life. I don’t want to hear another word from you about sleeping in your own room or living separately. Before we get home tonight, that idea is going to be cleared up in your head.”

He is speaking with such commanding force that I find myself just wanting to agree with him because of the authority in his voice.

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