An Arranged Virgin for the Bratva (Zolotov Bratva #10)

Chapter 21 - Vladimir

"Well," I say, clearing my throat, "I have to admit, you've outdone yourself. This is… quite the surprise."

"Good surprise, I hope?" There's a touch of vulnerability in her question that catches me off guard.

I reach out, gently squeezing her shoulder. "The very best kind. Thank you, Sofia."

***

I can't help but tease Sofia as we enter our lavish villa, its floor-to-ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of the turquoise lagoon. "And here I thought you didn’t like fancy."

Sofia arches an eyebrow, her green eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh? I like fancy, as long as it’s not a charade. The air kisses, whose diamond is bigger than the next, all that bullshit, you know?"

I chuckle, dropping our bags. "I didn’t peg you for the anti-establishment, Sof.”

"Well," she retorts, a smirk playing on her lips, "even ice queens need to thaw occasionally and let loose away from prying eyes. Don't worry, I'll try not to let it go to my head."

I find myself grinning from ear to ear. "I'll believe it when I see it."

As we settle in, a realization dawns on me. Here, thousands of miles from New York, from the Bratva, from all our responsibilities, we're just… us. No one knows who we are. No expectations, no reputations to uphold.

And finally, I understand why she chose this place. No one to recognize us here, no duties to fulfil. We could take a break from being us and just be together.

Maybe this trip will reveal more surprises than just the destination.

***

The next few days become a blur of sun-soaked memories. I find myself loosening up in ways I never have before, surprised by how easily Sofia and I fall into a rhythm together.

One evening, we're swaying to the beat of a live band on the beach. Sofia's body moves gracefully against mine, her green eyes sparkling in the soft glow of tiki torches. I'm mesmerized by the way the sea breeze plays with her light blonde hair.

"You're not half bad at this," I tease, spinning her around.

She raises an eyebrow. "Careful, Vlad. That almost sounded like a compliment."

The following afternoon finds us snorkeling in crystal-clear waters. Sofia's lithe form glides effortlessly through the water, and I can't help but admire her grace. When we surface, she's grinning, a rare sight that takes my breath away more than the dive did.

"Did you see that sea turtle?" she asks, excitement coloring her usually cool tone.

I nod, captivated more by her genuine smile than any marine life.

Later, as we lounge by the pool, Sofia suddenly sits up, a mischievous glint in her eye.

"I have an idea," she says, leaning closer. "How about we play a little game tonight?"

I raise an eyebrow, intrigued. "What kind of game?"

"Let's pretend to be strangers," she suggests. "We'll dress up, use fake names, meet at the bar. Hit each other up."

The idea is absurd yet oddly appealing. "You want to roleplay as strangers? In disguise?"

Sofia nods, her eyes dancing with anticipation. "Why not? We're already pretending to be normal people on vacation. Might as well take it a step further and go back to that night we first got together."

I consider it for a moment. The thought of Sofia in disguise, pretending not to know me, sends an unexpected thrill through me. It reminds me of back when I took her to the closet, the thrill of it still seeps through me. "Alright," I agree, surprised by my own eagerness. "Let's do it."

Her smile widens, and I feel a flutter in my chest. "Perfect. Meet me at the Oceanview Bar at nine. And Vlad?" She leans in close, her breath tickling my ear. "Don't be late."

As she saunters away, I'm left wondering what I've gotten myself into—and why I'm so excited about it.

***

I stand in front of the mirror, adjusting the blond wig on my head. It feels strange to see a different man staring back at me. The blue contact lenses completely transform my usually dark gaze. I've swapped my usual attire for a garish Hawaiian shirt and khaki shorts—the perfect tourist disguise.

"This is ridiculous," I mutter to myself, but I can't help the smirk tugging at my lips.

I hear Sofia's laughter from the bathroom. "That's the point, Darling. Now, no peeking!"

The anticipation builds as I wait, curious to see her transformation. When she finally emerges, my breath catches. She's donned a short brunette bob, her green eyes now a deep brown. A slinky red dress hugs her curves, making her almost unrecognizable.

"Well?" she asks, twirling slowly. "Will I pass as a stranger?"

I clear my throat, suddenly dry. "Definitely. You look… different."

She rolls her eyes, but I catch the pleased smile she tries to hide. "Such a way with words, Vlad. Now remember, we don't know each other. I'm Natasha, the bored housewife on vacation."

"And I'm… Adam," I decide, cringing at the name. "Tourist from New York."

Sofia—no, Natasha—grins. "Perfect. Let the game begin."

At the bar, I settle onto a stool, ordering a vodka neat. My eyes scan the room, searching for her. When she enters, the entire atmosphere shifts. She moves with a confidence that draws every eye in the room.

I watch as she approaches, her hips swaying. She takes the seat next to me, flashing a coy smile.

"This seat taken?" she purrs, her voice pitched lower than usual.

I shake my head, playing along. "Not at all. Can I buy you a drink… miss?"

"Natasha," she offers, extending her hand. "And I'd love a martini, dirty."

As I order her drink, I lean closer. "I'm Adam. What brings a beautiful woman like you here alone?"

She sighs dramatically. "Oh, you know how it is. My husband's always working, and I needed to get away. And you?"

I try really not to chuckle at the dramatic hand motion that comes with her exasperation. But, I let out a snort.

I see her throw a scathing look my way and suddenly feel so damn free. So damn at ease. This is fun.

"Just a man on vacation, looking for adventure," I pick up the conversation, surprised by how easily the lies flow.

Natasha leans in, her fingers brushing my arm. "Well, Adam, you might just be in luck. I'm in the mood for some… excitement tonight."

The air between us crackles with tension. I'm torn between staying in character and pulling her close, kissing those tempting lips. Instead, I play it cool.

"Is that so?" I murmur, letting my gaze linger on her mouth. "What kind of excitement did you have in mind?"

The tension between us builds as she leans in closer, her breath hot against my ear. "Why don't I show you?" she whispers, her hand sliding up my thigh.

My heart races, the line between our roles and reality blurring. I turn to face her, our lips mere inches apart. "Careful what you wish for," I growl, my voice low and husky.

She bites her lip, green eyes sparkling with mischief. "I'm not afraid of a little danger."

Unable to resist any longer, I cup her face in my hands and crush my lips against hers. The kiss is electric, passionate, and filled with an hour of pent-up desire. Her lips part, inviting me deeper, and I lose myself in her taste.

When we finally break apart, breathless, I see the same fire burning in her eyes that I feel coursing through my veins. Without a word, she nods. I stand and offer her my hand.

She takes my hand, intertwining our fingers. "Lead the way, Adam," she purrs, a hint of her usual sass returning.

We hurry through the bar, barely containing our urgency. As soon as we're out of sight, I pull her close, claiming her lips once more. We stumble toward our room, hands roaming, kisses heated and desperate.

"God, Sofia," I groan against her neck, forgetting our aliases in my passion.

She laughs breathlessly. "Shh, it's Natasha, remember?"

I grin, nipping at her earlobe. "Right now, I don't care what name you're using. I just need you."

I fumble with the keycard, barely able to focus as Sofia trails kisses along my jawline. The moment we're inside, I kick the door shut with a resounding bang. In one fluid motion, I slam Sofia against the wall, pinning her there with my body, her hands raised above her head. I can’t help but let my gaze roam over her body, her breasts spilling out from her low-cut dress.

"You've been driving me crazy all night," I growl, capturing her lips in an approving kiss.

She matches my intensity, pulling her hands away from my clutch, her fingers tangling in my hair. "Good," she breathes against my mouth. "That was the plan."

I pull back slightly, taking in her flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes. Even now, there's a challenge in her gaze that sets me on fire. She licks her lips, and her eyes are drawn down toward my cock.

A thrill goes down my spine at seeing how badly she wants this… me.

"You move fast, Natasha," I say, my hands unable to resist roaming her body, etching her curves into memory.

She tugs at my shirt impatiently. "Less talking, more undressing, Adam."

I chuckle. "So demanding. What happened to that icy exterior, hmm?"

Sofia's eyes flash with a mix of desire and vulnerability. "You melted it," she admits softly.

My heart swells at her words. I pause, cupping her face gently. "You're incredible, you know that?"

For a moment, her sassy facade drops completely. "So are you," she whispers, pulling me for a tender kiss.

In the heat of the moment, I grab her ass, lifting her up against the wall. Her legs instinctively wrap around my waist, pulling me closer. I kiss her furiously, pouring all my pent-up desire into it. She kisses me back like a fierce tigress.

"Hold on tight," I murmur, now carrying her toward the bed.

Sofia's laugh turns into a gasp as I squeeze her ass. "Always so bossy," she teases, but her breathless tone betrays her arousal.

I slam Sofia onto the bed, her golden hair fanning out across the pillows. My heart races as I stand beside the bed, hovering over her, my fingers fumbling with the buttons of my shirt in my haste.

Sofia gets on her knees and meets me near the edge of the bed. She's a vision, all creamy skin and gentle curves as she shimmies out of her dress. At last, she’s there before me, in nothing but a gorgeous half-cupped black lace bra and matching black thong.

My cock throbs. I reach for my belt, but I’m so enamored by the dizzying sight of her that I’m slower than she’d like.

"Let me," Sofia purrs, her nimble fingers making quick work of my belt, throwing it across the room. I growl, impatient, and rip my undershirt off over my head. Sofia's eyes widen, a pleased smirk playing on her lips. "Eager, are we?"

"You have no idea," I rasp, drinking in the sight of her. She then proceeds to slide down my shorts, and finally, her hands linger on the elastic of my boxers for a brief second before she whips me free. I watch as she gets on her knees on the bed, looking up at me.

The next thing I know, she has my cock in her hand. She begins to stroke me, her eyes glued to mine, a pure temptress if I ever saw one. I tangle my fingers in her hair, feeling the strands slip through my grip. She licks her lips while her gaze flicks between my cock and eyes, begging for permission.

"You want it?" I ask gruffly, no longer in control.

“Mm-hmm,” she nods. She parts her mouth and I jam my cock in her mouth, feeling the warmth envelop me. I groan as she swirls her tongue around it, getting me even harder for her. Moving my hips in time with her, I begin to get turned on even more.

My hands roam her body, tracing the dip of her waist and the swell of her breasts. "Fuck, Sofia. You're so sexy," I murmur, my voice husky with desire.

She arches into my touch, a soft moan escaping her as she takes me deeper into her throat, my tip hitting the back of it. "Fuck,” I growl, in sheer disbelief for how good this is.

Too good not to be shared.

In an instant, I weave my hands through her hair and pull her away from me. She looks up, confused.

I take her by the hand and bring her to a sitting position. Kneeling between her thighs, I grab one of her hands and guide it to my cock. Her eyes flash with playful surprise as she gets the hint, stroking me firmly while looking straight into my eyes.

With my free hand, I start undoing the little tie of her black lace bra, watching as it comes undone slowly, exposing her beautiful, full breasts, which rise and fall rapidly, out of breath and anticipation, her nipples taut. I gently feel their softness, their warmth, before trailing my fingers lower, teasing her most sensitive spots. "Like this?" I ask, circling her clit with my thumb.

Sofia gasps, her hips bucking. "Yes, just like that," she breathes.

As I continue my ministrations, her hand wraps around my length, stroking firmly. The dual sensation of pleasuring her while she touches me is almost overwhelming.

"Christ, Sofia," I groan, my head falling forward onto her shoulder. "You're driving me crazy."

She chuckles, a sound of pure satisfaction. "Good. That's exactly where I want you."

I can't wait any longer. She’s dripping on my fingers, ready for more.

“Stop,” I growl desperately, and she doesn’t need to be asked twice. She pushes herself flat on the bed, and I jump on top of her, my body hovering above.

I position myself between Sofia's thighs, the tip of my cock brushing against her wet entrance.

Sofia's response is to wrap her legs around my waist, pulling me closer. "Get on with it, will you," she breathes.

With a groan, I push into her, slowly at first, savoring the feeling of her tight heat enveloping me. Sofia's breath hitches, her nails digging into my shoulders.

"You feel incredible," I murmur, starting to move in a steady rhythm.

Sofia meets me thrust for thrust, her body arching beneath mine. "Harder," she demands, her voice husky with desire.

I oblige, my hips slamming into her with unyielding force. We're no longer gentle lovers but ravenous animals clawing for release.

"God, Vlad!" Sofia cries out, her fingers digging into my back as if she could pull me deeper inside her. “Faster!”

I oblige, picking up the pace, driving into her with increasing intensity. The room fills with the sounds of our passion—skin against skin, breathless moans, and creaking beds.

I see, feel, sense, and hear her with every fiber of my being. Her skin, so soft to the touch. Her smell, so delicate. Her mewls and whimpers… so damn sexy.

Just as I'm about to lose myself completely, Sofia surprises me. With a graceful move, she flips us over, straddling my hips. The sudden shift leaves me breathless, staring up at her in awe.

"My turn," she purrs, a mischievous glint in her eye as she takes my cock in her hand, gliding it into her in one swell swoop.

I'm transfixed by the sight of her above me—her blonde hair cascading down her back, her lithe body moving with fluid grace, her breasts carved to delight. My hands find her hips, guiding her movements, but she's clearly in control now.

"God, Sofia," I groan, completely entranced by her beauty and the pleasure she's giving me. "You're amazing."

She rides my cock up and down. Her hips whirl, her muscles flexing in a display of sheer power and control. My hands grip her tight ass, feeling her tease me further and further with every thrust. I can't take this anymore.

I reach down to touch her where we're connected, feeling the wetness spread out. I touch her there, rubbing and teasing her clit, and she shivers in response.

And then, she slides off, ramming herself down my cock.

“Fuck,” I scream, on the edge of fulfilling my primal instinct.

"Like that?" she breathes. Her face is flushed a deep red; her breaths are fast and shallow.

She does it again, my temptress.

I nod.

Each time she impales herself on me, I feel like I'm the luckiest man alive.

She begins to circle my cock in her, driving me absolutely mad. Faster and faster she goes, her pace erratic and wild. The sensations are overwhelming, my hold on her hips the only thing grounding me in this whirlwind of sensation.

I can feel the heat building inside me as her movements become more erratic. "Sofia," I groan, desperate for release. "I'm going to-—”

"Vlad," she moans at the same time, her voice breaking as her climax approaches. "I—”

"Come with me," she hisses, her eyes locked on mine. "Now!"

I close my eyes, feeling my own release building, our bodies moving in perfect sync. I feel her pussy begin to convulse, and her mewls grow louder.

With a final push, she slides down to the root of my cock and holds herself still, waiting for me to join her. I look into her green eyes and give one last thrust into her depths.

"Sofia," I growl out her name like a prayer, and then it's over. With a roar, I spill deep inside her, shuddering with the force of my orgasm.

Sofia digs her nails into my chest, and I can feel her tighten in waves around my throbbing cock. Slowly, our breathing returns to normal.

Gently, she lifts off me. I pull her into my arms, breathless and spent, the sweat glimmering off both our bodies.

For a moment, we lie there in silence, the air thick with the aftermath of our passion. I turn my head to look at her, taking in her flushed cheeks and tousled hair.

"That was…" I trail off, searching for the right word.

Sofia turns to face me, a rare smile playing on her lips. "Unexpected?"

I chuckle, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face. "Incredible," I correct her.

“Just don’t tell my husband, Adam.” She gives me a wink.

“I wouldn’t dare, Natasha,” I laugh, giving her a kiss on her forehead.