Ruthless Mafia King: A Dark Bratva Arranged Marriage Romance
Ruthless Mafia King: Chapter 28

It’s been a week since I gave Katarina her freedom. In that time, I’ve given her back her phone, and she’s been in touch with her family, friends, and work.

It’s hard for me not to have her watched around the clock. But considering that she’s still in the house and that no one has come to try to kill me yet, it appears she’s staying true to her word. That doesn’t mean that I didn’t hire extra men to watch my back. I might be testing her, but I’m not a complete fool.

“You must be excited to get home to Kata,” Ivan comments, catching my eye in the rearview mirror. “You’ve been grinning like an idiot ever since we left the office.”

I chuckle softly. “It’s nice to have someone to come home to. I’d forgotten the feeling.”

“I’m happy for you, Nik,” he tells me. “If anyone deserves this, it’s you. God knows you’ve been to hell and back.”

True. The past five years have been a blur. Nothing I’ve achieved compares to having Katarina in my life, especially now when we’re doing it freely and not because I’m forcing her.

“I hope she’s not faking it,” I murmur, a little uneasy. “It’ll take me a while before I can fully trust her, but I guess that’s my fault.”

“It’ll be okay,” Ivan assures me. “You’ll find a way to make it work.”

“Thanks,” I reply.

The car ride is shorter than usual, and I’m grateful for that. Not that I mind hanging out with Ivan, but Katarina is much better company—especially now that she’s sleeping with me every night.

“Here we are,” he says as he stops on the street in front of the brownstone.

I get out of the car and nod at the men positioned at the front door. Neither one of them has anything to report, so I go inside to look for Katarina.

As I reach the top of the stairs, chatter greets me. I follow it all the way to the master bedroom, where I find Olga and Katarina. My bed is covered with boxes, and my closet is in the process of being reorganized.

“What’s going on?” I ask with a smile playing on my lips.

“I went on an online shopping spree,” Katarina says as she comes to me and wraps her arms around my neck. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“By the look of it, you’ve left quite a dent in my bank account,” I muse before pulling her in for a kiss.

“Just say ‘thank you, darling’, and enjoy the new clothes,” she suggests. “Maybe I’ll let you unwrap me too.”

“Good lord, young people these days,” Olga admonishes us with a shake of her head as she makes her way out of the room. Though she’s trying to hide it by looking away from us, I catch her smiling. She’s happy for me.

As Olga passes by me, I give her a quick kiss on the cheek, then continue to the bathroom. “I’ll take a shower, and then we can have dinner, okay?”

“Hurry up,” Katarina urges. “Olga’s been teasing me with her lasagna for the last two hours.”

“Alright. I’ll make sure you don’t have to wait too long to taste it,” I reply.

As soon as the bathroom door shuts behind me, I begin to remove the suit I’m wearing. There’s a sense of belonging that’s I haven’t felt in a long time. It’s hard to get used to the domestic feeling that’s creeping into my home.

Once I’ve disposed of the rest of my clothes, I stand naked in the bathroom and scan myself in the mirror. I’ve been lucky enough not to collect too many scars. Just the one on my temple and the bullet wound on my left leg. At least the limp is gone.

I start the shower and let the water run until it gets hot. A satisfied groan escapes my mouth when the scorching spray hits my skin. It’s the perfect mix of soreness and pleasure, just the way I like it.

I startle when a pair of arms hugs me from behind, a naked body pressing against mine.

“Serdtse,” I say with an amused grin.

“I missed you,” she breathes in my ear.

“I didn’t hear you come in,” I say, and turn around. “I thought you were organizing the closet.”

“It can wait,” she tells me. “I want to give you a proper greeting now that you’re home.”

“I missed you too,” I reply.

The familiar tug in my groin makes my erection grow. It’s hard and pulsing against her thighs. I’m dying to pin her against the wall and taste her, feel her in all the ways she seems to crave. But I’m still not quite sure just how far I can push her. We’re still getting to know each other, and most of all, I want to give her the space and freedom she deserves.

“Wash me,” she demands, with a smirk that breaks through all my doubts.

She takes my hand and guides it to her pussy. “You can start right here. I’ve been a dirty girl.”

There’s something else in her eyes. A glimmer that makes her irresistible. She was a prisoner and so desperate to hate me, yet somehow, we managed to bring a something else into the mix. We might not know what we feel toward each other yet, but it’s a start to something. Whether it’s lust, desire, or love . . . it doesn’t matter as long as we get to enjoy it. As long as I get to have her.

Without taking my eyes off her, I lower myself on one knee. My tongue meets her clit for the first time. Her breathing becomes shallow, a series of gasps escaping her mouth.

“Fuck,” she whimpers when I drive two fingers inside her dripping hole.

“You’re so delicious, serdtse,” I moan in admiration. “Everything about you makes me want to fucking devour you.”

I lift her so she has both legs over my shoulders. Her back is pressed against the tile wall as she’s clutching the shower head to hold herself up.

My teeth graze the skin on her thigh as I tease her with my fingers. There’s no more coherent speech coming from her. There’s only one mission on both our minds, and that’s her climax.

I bury my face in her pussy like my life depends on it. Every rock of her hips makes my finger explore her deeper. I brush her G-spot, and she tightens around me.

“It feels so good,” she manages to hiss. “Oh, yes, there. Oh, God . . .”

The rhythm grows almost unbearable when she starts riding my mouth. I match it with ease, making it a point not to miss a single stroke.

As her orgasm rolls over, she shakes in my grasp, holding on to me tightly.

Once her trembling subsides, I gently set her down and bring her closer for a kiss. Her eyes are glazed, and her hair is wet. She’s the most enchanting woman I’ve ever set my eyes on.

“You look different,” she whispers.

“Different how?” I ask, not quite understanding what she means.

“More swoony,” she admits, offering me a lazy smile. “If this is how I’m going to end up every day, I don’t need to protest this arrangement anymore.”

“I live to serve your needs, serdtse,” I tell her, while studying her beautiful face. “I think you liked seeing me on my knees.”

She chuckles. “And now it’s my turn, big guy.”

Before I realize what’s happening, she’s on her knees with my erection in her hand. She slowly lowers her head, barely touching the head of my cock with her mouth.

“I could punish you,” she informs me, maintaining a sweet, innocent gaze that doesn’t match the sinister edge in her voice. “But I won’t, because you’ve been good to me. I’ll show you just how grateful I am.”

My mind and body melt together as she wraps her mouth around my cock. It’s becoming harder not to accept the truth in front of me. She’s proving just how far gone I am. Several weeks ago, I wanted to use her to get revenge on her family. And now, I find myself relishing the intimacy. I’d never allow this kind of behavior from anyone but Katarina.

Her lips wrap around my cock, and her head starts bobbing up and down as she strokes the part her mouth can’t take.

She’s sensational.

“That feels fucking good,” I say, as I tangle my fingers in her wet locks and cup her chin.

My hips push forward, and my need to have her take as much of my cock as possible grows. A muffled cry escapes her, which I interpret as either a sound of protest or acquiescence.

Katarina cups my balls, a wicked gleam in her eyes as her lips continue to torture me with pleasure.

“Your mouth is fucking perfect,” I hiss, as she takes me deep into her throat.

I’m on the brink of coming. The building pressure makes it hard for me to keep my eyes open.

“Take me deep,” I pant. “I want to fill your mouth with my come.”

She obeys. I let go of her hair, giving her the space she needs. She keeps working me as if it is her sole purpose.

“Fuck,” I cry out, buckling my hips as my climax explodes in quick, short bursts.

The warmth of her mouth and throat is enough to bring me to my knees, and Katarina holds on to me, swallowing it all.

When I’m fully spent, she licks my tip clean, drawing out a shudder from me. When she finally pulls her mouth away, she brushes her lips to the tip of my cock.

“Fuck, this is so good that it almost feels wrong, Kata,” I breathe as I pull her up to my level.

“Two negatives equal a plus,” she murmurs, as she wraps her arms around my neck and stands on tiptoes to kiss me.

I bring her closer, plunging my tongue inside her mouth.

“Do you like my flavor in you?”

“Delicious.” She chuckles and licks my lower lip before leaning back. “Time to dress and head for the dining room. I wasn’t kidding about Olga’s lasagna.”

I nod as I watch her put the shampoo on her hair, her breasts bobbing with her movement.

If this is what it’s like to come home to her, I could get used to it easily.