Page 27 of The Bratva's Virgin Bride

“I don't want war,” Rigor says. “I don't want to make trouble for Kervyn. We already sorted out the problem amongst ourselves and we'll do the same again. We lie low, watch for their next move, and take it from there. Riley is married to you now, although I think she should stop going to campus. It's clearly unsafe. You need to monitor her closely and make sure she doesn't do anything that can harm the family.”

“She won't,” I say confidently. “She appreciates what I've done for her.”

“Well, I didn't,” Roman says. “It was hair-brained and impulsive. We could have protected her just fine amongst…”

Rigor holds up his hand. “What's done is done. We need to move past that, Roman. We all know what Viktor is like and his heart was in the right place. He was protecting your wife's best friend and our family.”

Roman falls silent and I try not to smirk. Rigor leans forward. “Don't mistake me Viktor. I think what you've done is stupid. You're not the marrying type and I see this ending badly. But I'm willing to overlook that as long as you keep Riley in line.”

“I will,” I say quietly, feeling admonished.

“Roman, what can you tell us about the new supply lines?”

Roman starts to drone on about the new deals we've made. I know this all already from the reports, so I let my mind wander. My thoughts instantly land on Riley in that robe and pajamas. I'm so sure she wanted me last night. Her face was red, and she was breaking into a sweat. And I don't think it was from the heat of the cooking.

I imagine what I would have done. How I would have sat her on top of the island, slipped that robe off her shoulders, and pulled her pajama top off before I captured one of her nipples in my mouth while she leaned back. I would tease it slowly, enjoying the taste of her skin between my lips. I would massage the other breast with my hand, to make sure she feels good. Then I'll switch and torture her by teasing the other nipple with my teeth and tongue. I would then slide a hand slowly down her stomach and slip my fingers inside her pajama bottoms. In my mind, she doesn't wear panties when she sleeps, so I have free access to her pussy. I'd slide a finger between her folds softly as I kiss her gently. She would moan softly into my mouth.

I would rub my index and middle finger lightly over her clit, in smooth, slow circles. I would be light in touch, justteasing it out of its hood. As it engorges itself, I will rub a little faster while she pants into my mouth, breathing hard as her pussy gets wet.

Then I'll slip my fingers further down and into that tight little hole of hers. In my mind, she's really tight, and her pussy engulfs two of my fingers and I'd start moving them in and out, slowly at first while my thumb teases her clit. She'll beg me for more, murmuring against my skin as she puts her hands on my shoulders to hang onto something.

I'll move my fingers faster, teasing her clit and finger fucking her. She'll be so wet my fingers will slip in and out with ease. Building up a tension inside of her until she cries that she's so close. Then I will pull my fingers out and focus on her clit until she comes. Then we would kiss passionately, her leg sliding between mine. I'm already hard at this point, in nothing but my pants. I'd push my pants off and free my hard erection from its trappings. She would lift her ass and I would pull her bottoms down and off, tossing them aside. I'd guide my cock to her entrance and slowly push my way into her as she moans loudly. She'll whimper that I'm huge, that I won't fit. Then she'll beg me to keep going. Once I'm buried inside of her, I'll wait for a moment while she adjusts around my girth before I start moving my hips, holding onto hers. We'll kiss, moan, groan, and get sweaty. I'll try to hold back and move slowly to draw it out, but I'll find her intoxicating, and every now and then, my hips will snap forward on reflex. She'll cry out my name when I do that. Then she'll be screaming yes over and over again as I start moving faster. I'll bury my face in her breasts as I move, enjoying the supple flesh.

When I think I'm going to cum, I'm going to stop and she's going to whine for me to carry on. I'd catch my breath, pull out of her, and tell her to get off and turn around. Onceshe bends over the counter, I'd push back into her and hold her as I move my hips. The sound of flesh hitting flesh would fill my kitchen and she would make the sexiest mewling sounds. I would reach around her and finger her clit while I move so I drive her to the edge again and when she's ready to cum, I'll slam into her and release my load into her while she cums on my dick.

“Viktor?”

I startle and look at Rigor. “Sorry, my mind drifted.”

“Of course it did. Roman was saying that the supply lines you organized with Garcia are working well. They're happy and we're happy. Do you think you can set up another one?”

“Yes, of course,” I say.

Anton and Roman are looking at me curiously and I flush, crossing my legs. “If that's all,” I down my whiskey. “I should get straight to it.”

“Don't do anything else rash, Viktor,” Rigor says. “I mean it. Anything you want to do, you run past us.”

“Sure,” I say. I stand up and put my glass on the table before I leave. I take the elevator down to the basement parking and get into my car.

I sit there for the longest moment, regaining my composure. I don't know what it looked like to my brothers—hopefully, that I was just lost in thought.

I drive home and walk in. There's no one around, so I go straight to my bedroom and strip down. I climb into the shower and run the water. God, I need to get myself under control. The things I want to do to Riley, I can't. She isn't ready. She is still so scared and traumatized. I hate the Vultures for what they've done to her. If I could, I would kill each and every one of them with my bare hands. It's frustrating that she pulled away lastnight when I'm sure we both felt something. She certainly looked like she felt something. The way she stammered over her words and hurried away despite not eating much of her food.

I need to be patient with her. This is the most patient I've ever been in my life, but at the same time, I know I need to do something. Something to help her conquer her fear. I want to make it right. It's our family's fault that she's traumatized in the first place. If Roman hadn't approached Gwen and Riley that night, the Vultures wouldn't have thought she was affiliated with us and they wouldn't have taken her. Granted, I probably could have handled things differently when I rescued her and when I forced her to marry me. I don't think that insistence helped her in the least.

I picture her naked on the counter again and I start to stroke myself. I groan softly, not loud enough for anyone to hear, but enough to imagine I'm really there. I apply pressure to my now erect cock as I think of Riley, opened up to me like a blossoming flower. Nothing held back, no fear, no apprehension. Just sexy, feisty, innocent Riley who will give me a hard time and then let me punish her in bed. I use my other hand to fondle my balls and my fantasy switches to her mouth wrapped around my cock. Her hair, in a ponytail, bouncing up and down as she bobs her head. In my mind, it's her fondling my balls, her applying pressure on my cock.

I continue to stroke myself until I ejaculate into the bottom of the shower. I wash myself and climb out, wrapping a towel around me. I cross to the closet and get dressed. Once done, I sit on the bed.

I think of my own fears throughout life. There haven't been that many, but the few I have had have been pretty big. If I can conquer my fears, so can she. I suddenly get an idea and I goto find my phone. I start texting a friend of mine with a smile on my face.

Chapter 14 - Riley

I wait anxiously for Gwen. I pace the entrance hall. Viktor left a few moments ago, and it already doesn't feel the same without him here. Last night, though, that didn't feel safe either. That felt… different. I felt aroused. I can't believe it. He clearly has experience I don't have and obviously doesn't want me in that way. I only have to wait ten minutes before Martin comes in.

“Mrs. Milov, your ride is here. I'll be accompanying you to protect you.”

“Thank you, Martin,” I say, walking out of the house toward Gwen's car. Martin climbs into the car behind hers and starts it up. I hug Gwen. “Hey.”

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