Ruthless Mafia King: A Dark Bratva Arranged Marriage Romance
Ruthless Mafia King: Chapter 20

I grab the stack of books and put them on the bottom shelf of the food trolley.

My blonde vixen might try to hide her growing interest in dark romance, but the burning pit of desire in her eyes makes it clear where her thoughts are. With nothing else to do, I’m sure she has read them and let her fantasies run amok.

It’s exactly what I intended.

I want to be her first thought when she wakes up, the last one before she goes to sleep, and the star in all her fantasies throughout the day.

“Is that all?” I ask when Olga brings me another set of plates, placing them on the middle shelf.

“Yes, sir,” she replies.

I thank her and motion for her to move aside.

She’s learned to trust my judgment, and she knows better than to question me. She’s not privy to my plans, and she never asks.

She closes the big painting that conceals the entrance to the Prohibition Era tunnels behind me. It’s important that no one besides me and my team knows of its existence.

Katarina greeted me enthusiastically yesterday, ready to continue our little foreplay. If her face hadn’t been flushed in anticipation, her swollen, parted lips and the roaming of her green eyes over my face and down my chest would’ve been dead giveaways. Unfortunately for her, I wasn’t in the mood to give her what she craved.

At least not yet.

Not until she begs me for it.

There’s nothing quite like the look of a woman ready to be fucked. I will have her soon, and once I do, it will be with her pleasure in mind. Because knowing that I’m in control of her body and heart is the only way I’ll be able to trust her.

And once that time comes, she’ll be tethered to me to for an eternity, never to go back to her father again.

Taking her away from him for good is the only suitable revenge.

With a slight shake of my head, the thoughts are banished into the deepest corners of my heart. If my plan is to work, that part of me needs to remain hidden. Katarina can’t get even a glimpse of it.

When I reach the door, I press my thumb against the scanner. It’s connected to the security system and has been programmed not to sound an alarm if I hold the plate for at least three seconds. The door opens for me. I take it one step at a time, pushing the food trolley inside and then making sure it closes behind me.

Olga has already set up the table and the chairs. I’ve also sent her new clothes. I want to see how good the outfits look on her, and maybe even peel one off her. After yesterday, I doubt she’ll be able to hold back for much longer—not after we dive into the wine I’ve brought.

Katarina comes out of the bathroom just as I finish setting up. She’s wearing a tight green dress that matches her eyes and makes my breath catch in my throat.

I can’t let it show. Not yet.

For my plan to be successful, I must not lose my cool, regardless of how hard she makes it.

“Good evening, serdtse,” I say, wanting her to get used to her nickname. “How was your day?”

A nervous laugh falls from her lips. “Boring.”

“Is that so?” I inquire. I gesture to the chair, waiting for her to take a seat.

“Yeah, my day seemed twice as long without you here,” she says in a flirty voice. “I almost forgot what you look like.”

“Well, now that I’m here, I’ll make sure you get a good look,” I say, and begin opening the bottle of wine.

“Good,” she replies with an air of nonchalance.

I have no intention of telling her how much I crave her. Not until she’s all the way in. The truth is that I need her. Not only to be mine, but also to stay alive and keep my enemies at bay.

“I have a little something for you.”

Her eyebrows raise, her green eyes lighting up.

I walk over to the box of books I’ve brought. There are six of them stored inside, and I intend to give her another series if she keeps up her good behavior.

“Are these for me?”

“You were starting to get bored, no? I figured that it’s time to give you more reading material.”

There’s an undeniable surge of fondness blooming in my chest when her lips twitch in excitement. She quickly suppresses her smile and fakes indifference.

“Unless they’re more realistic than the crap you’ve given me before, I don’t care for them much,” she lies. “There’s just no way that any self-respecting woman would fall for her captor. No woman wants to be kidnapped, held against her will, and fucked into submission. That’s absurd.”

“Are you sure about that?” I challenge, handing her the first book. I quickly hide the next one behind the bottles of wine, excited to reveal them once her hunger for dirty mafia romance becomes too big to hide.

She clears her throat. She’s obviously flustered. It’s ridiculous how she constantly denies the simple truth, too proud to admit that being captivated by an enemy could be her darkest fantasy.

I have no doubt that she has turned her frustrations at me into self-pleasure. I’ve only spent so much time with her, and yet, I can tell she’s horny.

“Are we going to eat or what?” she snaps.

I smile.

“Have I told you that you’re hot when you’re angry?”

The expression on her face is impossible to comprehend. It’s a mixture of disbelief and pleasure. She can’t hide the darkening of her eyes. Once again, she lowers her gaze. Katarina’s lips curve up in a tight smile, and she shakes her head.

“Do you want me to pour you a glass?”

“Please.”

Her voice is sweet. Of course, my princess wants to tell me to shove the drink up my ass, but she’s too smart to say it out loud.

I can’t help it. For the first time since I’ve met her, she’s cracking me up.

What the fuck is happening to me?

It’s a lot easier to hold on to anger when I’m not near her.

Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I focus back on her. Katarina glances at me, but quickly averts her eyes when she notices that I’m watching her. She loves the attention. It won’t be long until she craves it.

“What are you waiting for?” I ask, as I drop the napkin onto my lap and start uncovering the platters. “Eat before it gets cold.”

She silently digs into her food, eating as if she hasn’t had a good meal in a week.

As always, we begin with no conversation. It’s for the best. I want her to stew in her lust and slowly lose her mind over it.

It’s only when we come to dessert that she looks up from her plate. “Tell me about your day.”

I push down the surprise and force a smile, as if I was expecting her to break. “My day has been busy. I’ve been in touch with your father.”

“Oh,” she breathes. She wants to ask more, but she doesn’t dare.

“He knows you’re with me,” I tell her, saving her from having to ask. “I told him you’re well taken care of, and that we’re getting married.”

Her fork freezes before it reaches her lips. It’s interesting to witness how my words elicit a response from her body. Her shoulders square, her lips pull into a thin line, and her eyebrows arch with tension.

“You said that?”

“It’s a done deal, Katarina,” I inform her, not leaving her a second to think about it. “We’ll get married. The sooner you come to terms with it, the sooner I’ll consider letting you out.”

“By that, you mean more freedom to move around,” she says, her voice quiet. It’s almost absentminded, as if she’s lost in a daydream of her own.

“Yes,” I answer, forcing her to understand what it is I’m willing to give her. “However, marriage comes with a price.”

Her green eyes meet mine. Her eyebrows disappear into her hairline as she tries to understand me. “What do you mean?”

“Do you really need me to spell it out for you?” I ask with a smirk, raising one of my eyebrows.

I love being this blunt with her. Her smallest reaction makes my cock twitch in anticipation of what’s to come.

“I’m a man, Katarina,” I say slowly, struggling to keep my face serious. I don’t want to risk offending her. “I have certain needs that will need to be met. By my wife.”

Her mouth falls open in a mix of disbelief and shock. It could be something else, but I don’t bother trying to figure it out. I’m on a roll, and I’m enjoying myself.

“I hope you’re paying attention to the books I’ve brought you,” I continue. “I like it rough and loud.”

Her eyebrows furrow, and she shifts in her seat.

Her reaction is priceless.

Now she’ll have time to fantasize about the things I’ll do with her. If she wasn’t touching herself with the image of me in her mind before, I’ve no doubt she will now.

“You’re serious,” she whispers in disbelief.

“Very much so,” I tell her, leaning forward.

My fingers ache to touch her. I want to remind her of our kiss and how she looked when I pulled away. Despite her obvious urge to bite and fight me, she was just as shocked as me by the intensity of our contact.

“I want it fast, hard, and often,” I add. “I’m tired of having to satisfy myself with my right hand. The foreplay has been happening since you got here, and there’s no getting away from me, Katarina. You might as well wrap your mind around the idea. When we get married, you’ll be mine all the way. You’ll be in my bed. And you’ll beg for my cock.”

“That’s—”

“Sexy?” I finish for her.

But she seems to have run out of energy to talk about it. From the way her lips part, there are thousands of words burning on the tip of her tongue. She glances up at me and starts chewing on her lip.

“How do you like it?” I ask, before she gets too lost in her own imagination.

“I’m not sharing my likes and dislikes with my kidnapper,” she snaps.

“Ouch. Come on, Katarina,” I say with a chuckle. “We’re getting married. Surely, you want your husband to make it good for you.”

To my utter surprise, her skin darkens from a pink to a deep red. My innocent vixen is getting hot, ready to make a mess of herself at the idea of us fucking each other senseless.

How cute.

“It’s not a conversation that happens at the dinner table,” she answers defensively.

Before she can get up, I reach across and grab her hand. “Then when?”

She hesitates, her hand shaking as she tries to pull away. But that’s not how this is going to work. I hold her small, delicate, and warm palm in mine, rubbing the soft skin with my thumb.

“Maybe some other time,” she says, her voice in shreds.

I nod. “I can wait.”

“I didn’t realize my kidnapper could be so polite,” she bites out. Her tone might be waspish, but it’s jittery, almost a whisper.

“When it comes to the woman I’ll marry, I can be anything you need me to be,” I assure her with a satisfied grin.

There’s no hiding the way her eyes light up.

“I better go,” I say softly. “You must be dying to check out the books.”

“Will I see you tomorrow?”

This is the best development yet.

“As long as you behave, you’ll see me every day. Until we get married, and after,” I promise.

Katarina might fight it, but it won’t be long before she realizes this thing between us isn’t just sexual tension.

Our kiss started it. We both want it. We just need to fuck and get it over with so she understands that our fates are joined.

She’ll soon start to form an alliance with me.

And then, Katarina will long to be my partner, just as I’ll want every broken piece of her by my side.

I move closer to her and put my lips against her cheek, pressing a soft kiss to it. The touch lights a million sparks, my entire body simmering with desire.

Her breath hitches.

Pulling away, I straighten up. “Good night, serdtse.”

There’s no stopping me, not even when Katarina murmurs something in return.