Page 8 of Possession of the Bratva

Opening the door to the last room, I stepped in as I spoke. “Let’s have a drink and talk about music. How does that sound?”

Mila entered, shaking her head. I headed to the bar and stopped. Mila sat down on one of the bar stools. “Now, what do you want to drink, my dear?” I asked, walking in behind the bar. “No, no,” I said, lifting my finger and waving it from side to side. “Let me guess.”

Taking down two glasses, I stared at her. “You must be a bourbon or whiskey woman, I’m sure of it,” I whispered, leaning over the counter.

“Either will do,” Mila replied curtly.

After pouring us each a glass, I sat down next to her. “What kind of music do you like? I have every genre, band, and singer’s music out there.”

Mila sipped her bourbon before replying. “Metal, rock, something in that line.”

“I like it,” I added as I rose. Walking over to the jukebox, I pressed some buttons and went to sit next to her again. We listened to a couple of songs, had another couple of drinks, and played a game of darts.

She held her liquor well and played a good game. Before we knew it, the light outside was turning. The sun was setting, and evening creeping in. “Supper?” I asked as I rinsed our glasses and placed them on the drying rack.

Mila nodded as she stood up. We headed back down, and I led her to the dining room. This room only contained one large table. This room was designed only for our family. It only held eight seats. My mother and father used to sit at the ends with us on the sides. Once they had both passed, I took the head at the table.

I walked to the other end of the table and pulled out the chair that used to be my mother’s. “You’ll be sitting here,” I said, motioning her to the chair.

Mila sat down without a word. After taking my place, the double side doors swung open, and two maids came out with our meals. Once supper was done, I led Mila up to my room. As I opened the door, I could see the reluctance in her.

I gently pushed her inside as I spoke. “Mila, dear. This is the room we are to share. It is our room from now on. I can’t have you sleeping in a separate room; the staff will talk.”

A flash of anger ran through her so quickly that I almost missed it. “This is what you had agreed to last night, dear. Or have you forgotten our conversation?” I asked as I closed the door and walked up to her.

I could see the fire igniting in her eyes as I spoke. This is the fierceness I want. My palms started sweating as I watched her. I felt my heartbeat increasing slowly.

“I’m well aware of our agreement!” she huffed, stepping back. “It doesn’t mean I have to give you a child now. It can wait; we have our whole lives!”

Laughing, I rush at her, taking her into my arms. “The deal had been made, my dear wife. There’s no going back on your word.” Feeling her breath on my face drove my need for her.

Mila turned out of my embrace, stepping back against the side of the bed. “I will not have children any time soon!” she added, puffing her lips. “I will sleep in here, but I will not share the bed with you.”

I couldn’t take my eyes off her lips. So plump, tender, and delicious. Moving forward quickly, I took hold of her arms,pulling her up against me. The room was filled with tension, and I could feel the sparks.

“Mila,” I whispered, leaning in. Licking my lips, I could almost taste her. As our lips grazed, she shoved me back. Turning to face the bed, she mumbled under her breath. “I am sleeping alone.”

Not wanting to force her, I decided to back off. I wanted her to want me just as much. “Alright,” I breathed out, feeling my insides twist and turn. “For now, we will share the room, and I will sleep on the couch.”

Mila turned and looked at me, slightly puzzled. I felt my dick pumping in my pants. I wanted her badly, but there was time. It’s only her first day. I will seduce her, and she will give in.

I took the pillow from my side of the bed and the blanket at the bottom of the bed. Placing them on the couch, I watched as she headed to her room to wash and change. While she was out, I also got ready for bed. I put on the bedside lamp and switched off the room light.

As she returned, I was already lying down on the couch. I watched her move around the bed and get in. “Good night, dear,” I whispered.

“Good night,” Mila replied. I watched as she turned off the bedside lamp and closed her eyes.

I had opened the curtains earlier. I knew the moonlight would shed some natural light on the bed. I lay watching her, studying her features. My heart was still racing, and my mind was filled with visions of her. Listening to her breathing made me even more aroused.

She was so beautiful, her skin almost glittering in the moonlight. I wanted to get up and just touch her. As herbreathing slowed, I closed my eyes and hoped for sleep to come quickly. I battled falling asleep. I was too turned on by her. It took a long time before my mind settled and sleep came visiting.

Chapter 6 - Mila

The last three days have been torture. I have been trying to adjust to my new routine but felt suffocated. All day and all night, Aleksandr just hovers over me. Aleksandr was a beast. I couldn’t do this. This wasn’t living.

Sitting on the bed, holding my legs to my chest, I stared out at the sky. The sun had just started to climb its way up. The sky was filled with brilliant blues, pinks, oranges, yellows, and whites.

Closing my eyes, I had flashbacks of my time in the orphanage. I shivered as the memories flooded back. It all started when I turned thirteen. It was also the first time I saw Mr. Hoggard. He was director Flink’s friend.

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