Held by the Bratva: an Age Gap Mafia Boss Stalker Romance

17. Caterina

CATERINA

He crams his hand between us and finds my clit as though he knows my body better than I do. And my god, perhaps he does, because as he rubs me, I’ve never felt anything like it.

I’ve dreamed of being with Brody in this way from when he was just my neighbour, but the reality is simultaneously more intimate, sweeter, and filthy, in ways I didn’t expect. Being on Brody’s lap as he takes my virginity is empowering, as well as having an edge of him using me. He moves me for his pleasure as though I’m his beloved toy, to be played with and cherished. I might not be being ground into the mattress, but he’s in charge, regardless of whether I’m laid out on the bed as his personal feast or being bounced on his huge erection.

All of these things are fantastic for me. Sure there was a twinge of pain as he breached my virginity, but now every part of where we’re joined sparkles with pleasure.

“Come all over my cock like a good girl,” he rasps. Then I just spy his sly smile as he bites my neck, and thrusts up—hard—from below.

I break apart with this second orgasm. It’s an explosion as strong as an ocean wave. Brody holds me, soothing me as though I’m in pain as much as mind-bending pleasure.

He murmurs soft words in Russian and through the fog of lust and love, I realise that’s his thing. He cares for me. This man looks after me as tenderly taking my virginity and making me come on his monster cock as he did when cleaning my wounds.

I try to say, “I love you,” but it’s all garbled and whimpers and I think sounds more like, “uhhh wub yuhh,” and then disintegrates as another wave sweeps me away.

“I know, I know. You’re beautiful as you come.” He holds my head with a hand firmly in my hair as I crumple on top of him.

“I’m going to fuck you now, moya koshechka,” he says into my ear. “I’m going to flip you onto your back and pound into you. I waited for you to ask, but now I’m going to have you.”

“Uhgh—” I’m nodding but not capable of human language. My whole body is tingling.

“I want you to take every thrust like a good girl. I’m going to use you fast and hard, because you’re mine.”

“I belong to you.” The admission comes out with an oof as I land on my back, Brody still inside me. “Yes.” I stroke up and over his shoulders and shift my hips until he’s even deeper. “Yes.”

There’s something dark and controlling that shudders down my spine as he removes my hands from his body one by one and holds them down with his own. As though my touching him will be too much. Withdrawing with a long, lazy stroke, he slams back into me, sending sparks of delicious sensation flying out from where we join.

“That’s it, my good girl,” he grunts as he rams into me again. Then he sets up a confident pace, unrelentingly fucking me, as he kisses my lips and cheeks and I just melt. Or burn. I don’t even know. I’m reduced to being his sheath and it’s ecstasy with every stroke of him into me. As though we’re making some new magic between us.

And of course, we are. We’re creating a baby.

This man is all my dreams made real.

“Fill me up,” I whisper, not quite believing my daring. I tilt my hips, and Brody nods and goes deeper still. “Make me yours forever, Dark Angel. Come inside me, my virile husband-to-be. I want a baby bump that shows everyone how you bred me. How I’m yours in every way.”

He groans and thrusts even harder.

“You’re a dream.” His words are ground out. Hoarse. “I’ll never stop wanting you. No one will touch you again without dying, because you belong to me. The sun will be cold before my love for you ceases. I don’t care the price, Caterina. I’d pay it, anything. Every penny I have or will ever have. My heart, my soul, my life. Anything to keep you safe and happy. Nothing could be too much to own you.”

“I’m yours,” I echo. Because that sounds like the best thing. To be Angel’s prized, loved, treasured possession. He certainly feels like he owns me as he pounds that thick length into me without mercy.

“You’ll wear my ring. Have my children. Come on my cock.” He punctuates each statement with a brutal thrust. It should hurt, but it doesn’t because he’s so deep in me he’s rearranged my organs. The sensation of fullness is unbelievably good. “You’re mine. I’ll never let you go.”

He’s heavy on top of me, his weight a reminder of how big he is compared to me. He’s powerful and large and savage, and yet even as he’s taking his pleasure with my body, he’s giving everything of himself. My Dark Angel is gradually losing control because of me.

“Moya koshechka.” He says a deluge of words in Russian, mixed in with strangled praise and love in English. And my name. I’ll ask, and I’ll learn his language, but right now I don’t need to know exactly what he means. I can hear the emotion. The love is in every gruff word and passionate touch. I know that he’s pouring out adoration and obsession.

I open my legs wider and strain to dig my heels into his firm buttocks. We’re connected as intimately as two people can be: him ramming into my body, and overflowing thoughts in my mind.

“Come inside me,” I urge him. “Take what you need.”

His hands tighten on mine, and he shudders. Then he lifts his head from where he was kissing me, and then he’s scraping his gaze over my face before staring right into my eyes.

My heart balloons with love for this man, and as though he was waiting to be looking into me, Brody’s movements go ragged. Those grey eyes of his shimmer with ribbons of colour in the low light.

His cock swells even more, before he thumps hard into me and stops, yelling out his release as he pumps wet heat deep in my pussy, right up against my womb.

To get me pregnant. To breed me, exactly as he promised.

For a second he has no control left, just collapsing, resting all that delicious bulky muscle of his body onto me. He presses me into the covers, his cock lodged all the way in, my legs wrapped tight around his waist. And the rumours are right. This man is the Dark Angel. That’s the only explanation. He might crush me to death, but I don’t care one bit. Being this close to him is everything I’ll ever want.

He groans and rolls over scooping me with him until I’m laid half next to and half on top of him and we lie there, spent, our breathing gradually slowing to normal. Since I’m spread over him, his come seeps onto his thigh, and with a growl of disapproval, Brody pauses in caressing my waist and bottom, and reaches down between my legs.

“That stays in,” he rumbles as he pushes it back into my pussy. I giggle, because of course that doesn’t work, and eventually he gives up with a grumpy huff that is so typical of this man, and says, “I’ll put more inside you.”

I sit up enough to trace over his chest with my hands. He’s so utterly gorgeous. He watches me with hooded, hungry eyes.

“I can’t believe I can touch you.” I think of all the days I yearned to see him like this. To be familiar with the big, gruff man who filled my thoughts.

“You always could.”

“Really?” I check his face, and his expression is gently amused.

“All you ever had to do was ask. That was my only condition. I wasn’t going to let you go, but neither was I going to take anything you didn’t ask for.”

“I could have asked,” I say in wonder. And I, stupidly, told myself I would never request anything because I was convinced he didn’t want me.

“Da.” He nods again, voice sincere. “What else do you need, moya koshechka? You have all the time in the world to tell me. I’ll give you anything.”

“A baby,” I say with a touch of fear, despite everything that’s just happened. What’s said during sex could just be talk, right? “I want a family.”

“Already certain. I was quite serious about that.” He digs his fingers into my side, possessively and my heart melts with delight. “What else?”

“I want to see you smile.” It’s a frivolous request, but he’s the most important thing to me. I’m desperate to see him pleased.

“Easy.” A slow, content smile spreads across his face like snow melting in the sunshine. I take it in greedily even as I return it.

“Oh god, I…” I shake my head, laughing, disbelief and wonder bubbling through me. “I want that smile on tap.”

“It’s only for you,” he murmurs. “As is this.” He reaches to the side of the bed where he discarded his trousers and feels around until he withdraws a solitaire diamond ring.

My mouth falls open.

“Hand,” he demands softly, and I obey. As it slides over my knuckle, it’s like the click of a lock. I examine it from every angle as Brody looks on indulgently.

I’m engaged to a mafia boss. I couldn’t be happier.

It’s many thank-you kisses and distractions later that we’re lying together again, this time facing each other on our sides.

“What about the rest of the Italian mafia? There were more than two of them, right?” I ask. “Do I need to hide out here?” Not a hardship so long as Brody is with me.

“Not fully dealt with,” he concedes. “I still have the head of the snake to cut off.”

It’s the answer I dreaded, and yet, for all his bloodthirsty ways, I trust this man. He tended my wounds. He saved me. However dangerous he is to others, he’ll be the best husband and father. I don’t doubt that for a second.

“Okay. I’ll stay for as long as you need in this safe house,” I reply lightly. “I’ll be your captive.”

A slow smile develops on his face again and it’s getting easier for him, I think. He reaches out and rests the backs of his fingers on my face, stroking my cheek with his thumb.

“Everywhere is your safe house when you’re with me.”

I thought my heart couldn’t expand further, but it does.

“I would die to protect you,” he murmurs as he looks into my eyes, sincerity in his. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for the woman I love. Those men who hurt you were just the beginning. Anything it takes. Any sacrifice. I’d kill any number of men to keep you safe and by my side, moya koshechka.”

“Brody. My angel.” I pull him closer to me, his warm heat enveloping me. He’s been my Dark Angel, looking over me, for three years. And now he’s mine. “I love you.”