Ruthless Mafia King: A Dark Bratva Arranged Marriage Romance
Ruthless Mafia King: Chapter 32

The speakers in Nikolai’s entertainment room are state-of-the-art. The music flows through my veins, bringing joy and a sense of calmness that I haven’t felt in a while. The mix is almost flawless, and if it wasn’t for the throbbing bass I usually enjoy, this would be a perfect piece of art. I add a filter and a mild dose of reverb to the master to soften the sound, take away any harsh tones, and slightly darken it. There’s a touch of white noise over the speakers for some background details, and it’s done.

Satisfied, I play the completed mix.

When the song comes to an end, a clap from the door gets my attention. I turn to Nikolai and grin.

“What do you think?” I ask him.

“I think you have a great ear,” he comments. “What is it?”

“Since you suggested the idea of starting my own record label, I’ve been in touch with one of the bands I like. Back then, when I brought their music to the label execs, they rejected them,” I explain. “I never stopped thinking that the label was wrong to do that, so I called the band and offered to produce their album.”

“You didn’t tell me you knew how to do that,” Nikolai says.

“I took some courses.” I grin. “And I’ve spent enough time around the studios to know what I’m doing. This is just a demo I’m playing around with, but once things settle down, I’m hoping to rent a space and bring in the band to record their songs.”

“You won’t need to rent anything,” he tells me. “I’ll buy you an adequate space. You’ll hire the people you need and use the connections I have. You’ll go big, serdtse. You’ll do things Volkov style.”

“I do like the sound of that,” I admit, and subconsciously rub my belly.

“Good.”

I put on a random playlist and gesture for Nikolai to join me for a dance. He accepts my invitation without a second thought. We move gracefully around the spacious entertainment room and spend a good half an hour just listening and dancing to the music.

I allow myself to stare at him, intrigued by the man who once tried to break me. When he notices me ogling him, he turns around and pulls me to his chest.

“What’s going on inside that pretty head of yours?” he asks and kisses my forehead.

“For starters, I’m amazed that you’re still dressed,” I tease, and reach for him. “Though I can always take care of that.”

He raises a brow and tilts his head at me. “Is that so?”

“Mhm,” I murmur, and take off his tie, tossing it onto the sofa.

“What else is on your mind?” he asks again, though the smile on his face doesn’t change.

It’s still teasing and dangerous. There’s nothing but hunger in his eyes. But today, I’m happy and light, and I don’t want this euphoria to end.

I don’t reply. Instead, I turn my back to him and move my ass sensually against his crotch. He chuckles, grabbing my hips and urging me to move faster.

I take his hands and push them away, feeling brave, bold, and most of all, amused.

His palm flies through the air and lands on my backside. I flinch ever so slightly. He strikes me again and gives me a bite on my earlobe. My skin tingles all over, and I lean my head back to rest on his shoulder.

“You’re such a brat,” he growls.

Without skipping a beat, I pull my dress off and wiggle my underwear down my legs before throwing myself onto the sofa. I spread my legs.

“Do your worst,” I challenge with a cocked brow.

His eyes immediately darken. He rushes forward and sinks to his knees, reaching for me, and pulling me forward to close the distance between us.

No words are spoken. He buries his face between my thighs, his tongue teasing my lower lips.

I suck in a breath.

He licks the full length of my pussy, his tongue soft and precise. A wicked grin plays on his lips as he raises his eyes to me.

I tighten my hold on his hair, pulling him closer to where I need him. He slides his tongue along my slit, savoring the moment before forcing his way inside me.

“God, that’s perfect,” I praise him, and tug on his dark locks. “More.”

Nikolai’s tongue flicks at my lips. This time, his touch is strong and urgent. When he penetrates me, his warm tongue plunging inside, I hold his head in place. I’m not giving him even an inch to move until I get what I want. It doesn’t take long to reach the desired outcome.

He doesn’t mind my naughtiness. If anything, my little show of dominance excites him. Once my words fail me and I come hard, forcing my pussy as close to his tongue as possible, he doesn’t retreat.

“You taste delicious,” he growls, before licking the juices off my pussy.

As his soft lips touch my core, his nose bumping against my clit, I exhale and close my eyes. I don’t think I can take any more.

Still, Nikolai doesn’t give up. Instead, he explores my full length. He’s careful to be gentle with his tongue, but his nose hits my sweet spot over and over again. When he circles my clit, I almost throw myself off the sofa. The small nub feels like it’s charged with electric volts. Nikolai notices this as well and continues to focus his attention on my most sensitive and intimate place, teasing the delicate skin.

“Nik,” I moan. “I can’t. God, I can’t.”

That’s exactly the reaction he was waiting for. He pushes two fingers inside my pussy, my body jerking at his action. He fucks me with his hand, every motion of his wrist propelling me toward another orgasm.

When I come, it’s a struggle to catch my breath. For a moment, I can’t feel a thing, no longer registering my surroundings. Nothing but the sound of my racing pulse echoes in my ears, louder and louder. Nikolai’s holding me upright, grinning while slowly moving his fingers away.

“Fuck,” I breathe.

A distant part of my brain recognizes the sound of a belt unbuckling. My instincts work fast and force my eyes to focus on the sight of Nikolai. He’s undressing, and his hard cock points at me as soon as the fabric is taken away from it. His grin is hungry.

Demanding.

When he gets close, I curl my fingers around his cock and feel him pulsing.

“Ready for your punishment?” Nik growls.

I nod without saying a word. A playful smirk dances on my lips as I tilt my head, raising an inviting brow.

He positions himself between my thighs.

“You’re so wet for me,” he says approvingly. “But are you ready?”

I spread my thighs wider in answer.

Nikolai’s eyes follow my every move. He thrusts forward, and his entire length fills me.

His mouth is over my lips, hungrily devouring me, swallowing the moans and cries that escape my throat.

I don’t know how he does it, but he manages to hit every single perfect angle. I wrap my legs around his hips, the tips of my toes curling as the head of his cock bumps at my deepest spot. My hands find purchase on his back, my nails digging into his shirt as he fucks me.

Nik’s thrusts are hard and rough. He made sure I got my orgasm, and now it’s his turn. It feels as if I am just an object for him to fuck, and weirdly, the thought makes me even hotter for him. There are no rules that apply, I can be anybody I choose. And he doesn’t hold back. There’s no care in the way he moves. Not today. Not now. Not when I’ve been such a naughty girl, and he’s doling out my punishment.

I can barely keep my head above the surface, and I’m desperately trying not to get swept away. The way his balls slam against my sensitive skin feels exquisite.

Nik grabs my hands and brings them above my head.

“Don’t come yet,” he growls in my ear. “Not before I allow you to.”

A long groan escapes my mouth.

“Look at the mess you’ve made,” he hisses, swiping at the soaked cushion under me, then giving me a hard slap on my ass. “You’re such a bad girl. Deliciously wet and so eager for my cock. But you need to wait for my permission.”

“Give it to me,” I plead. “I need it. Please.”

A wide grin crosses his face as his thrusts deepen. Nikolai remains silent until a smirk appears on his lips.

“Come now,” he breathes, and gives me a hard, punishing thrust.

I tense and let out a strangled, suppressed cry. A look of satisfaction spreads on his face. I love pleasing him. More than anything, I love the fact that he gave me an orgasm at the same time as he reached his peak.

I’m about to move when I notice a few drops of his come sliding out of my pussy. Nikolai’s eyes darken with a renewed hunger.

“You’re all mine,” he growls, sounding more like a wild beast than a human. “Only mine.”

He releases my hands but doesn’t bother moving from above me. Nikolai’s more than happy to keep thrusting into me, letting his come mix with mine, both of them trickling down my thighs. He has an animalistic look in his eyes as I feel him harden inside me again.

Damn, that was quick. And I want to continue all night. With the way we fuck, I never want to stop. This game of chasing more highs and orgasms is far too addictive and euphoric.

Nikolai pulls his cock out and brings it to my mouth. He doesn’t even ask or prompt me, he just slips it inside. He’s almost violent, his thrusts bruising my throat, almost choking me.

My expression must force him to a pause. He quickly pulls out and glances at me. There’s remorse on his face, and for a moment, the corners of his mouth drop.

“Serdtse, are you okay?” he asks, his voice unsteady and hoarse.

“I will be when you put your cock back into my mouth,” I reply, and wrap my lips around him, almost causing him to stumble.

His surprised laughter leaves his mouth with a booming sound.

“Damn it, Kata,” he laughs, and holds my head in place while pushing the rest of his hard length down my throat.

I hum around him, the vibrations dragging him even deeper.

“Fuck. That’s so good,” he hisses, and starts thrusting his hips again.

I suck harder. He doesn’t pause or try to pull out. The walls of my throat tighten, but I keep going, focusing solely on his pleasure.

All of a sudden, he shifts and pulls me onto the floor. I’m on all fours, and he moves behind me, burying his cock into my pussy again. His fingers curl around my hair, and he pulls me backward as if he is holding the reins while he rides me from behind.

He thrusts his cock hard. It goes in hilt deep, his naked skin clapping against my bare ass. He puts his weight forward, his chest half-collapsing against my back, but he keeps thrusting. Nik’s a wild beast that only wants more and more.

“Next time you try to challenge me, I’m going to fuck you in the ass so hard that you won’t be able to walk for weeks,” he growls.

It sends shivers down my spine. This side of him—while it frightens me—ignites a dark craving.

The thrusts of his cock are fierce. He keeps pummeling me, a loud sound of flesh hitting flesh the only thing I hear. I can feel Nik’s abs pushing against my back. We’re crashing against each other, the sounds of our breathing stifled and rushed. He’s not holding me up anymore. His hands are squeezing my ass.

The sting is perfect, causing a slight pain that helps me focus on the pleasure. I listen to the savage way he’s claiming me, the desperation that he doesn’t bother hiding. Everything about him is authentic. Nothing is a facade anymore, at least when we’re alone. I can trust him to not hide from me, to just live in the moment.

And then he comes again, his powerful thighs striking me violently. I can’t hold it anymore, either. As he thrusts his cock deep, my knees wobble, and my legs refuse to hold me any longer.

“Got you, serdtse,” he whispers gently, and turns me around.

He moves away just enough to help me to the floor. Once we’re both lying down, I huddle in his embrace and give him a smile.

“You’re divine,” he murmurs. “I’ll give you and our baby the world.”

He could be saying it mindlessly, but his comment touches me. Nikolai understands how much I need to hear words of affection from him. No matter how gruff and firm his hands may be, or how cold he is to others, I need his voice and his arms to always give me a warm embrace. I need to know I mean something to him.

For this union to succeed, I need his love.

Hopefully, he’ll give it to me with time.

Nikolai seems to notice the shift in my demeanor and leans his head down, kissing my forehead before placing a kiss on my nose.

“Having dessert before dinner is turning out to be my favorite part of the day,” he teases, his hand gently brushing against my aching pussy. “Do you enjoy it?”

“I definitely won’t complain about it,” I tease back, and look into his beautiful, wide eyes. “We should get ready, though. Olga’s waiting for us to come down.”

He reluctantly kisses me one more time before giving in and rising to his feet. He holds his hand out for me to grab and brings me to my feet.

“Let’s go before I get distracted again,” he warns me, rubbing the inside of my naked thigh.

I grin. “You started it. If you didn’t give me a bit of spanking, I wouldn’t have been this bold.”

“We’ll see what happens next time,” he promises with a wink.

A shudder rocks my spine. I don’t believe there’s a force on earth that can contain my passion for Nikolai Volkov.

Not when the passion is this intense.