Betrayal of His Bratva Wife

Prologue

Kirill – Past

My mind was a fractured mess. “Breathe through the pain, baby.”

Sandrine was a virgin. And I just took that from her. Me. The heir to the Chicago Bratva. Who’s also more than ten years older than her.

“I’m okay,” she squeaked. “You’re just too fucking big, Kirill.”

I hid a chuckle and kept moving in and out of her. She was wet, so fucking wet. I made sure of it. Made sure I could slide right into her and not hurt her.

But fuck, she was so tight.

I smoothed my fingers over her damp forehead and into her hairline. All that lush blonde hair would stand out in my world of dark-haired, dark-skinned monsters.

Sandrine was a fucking angel.

“Just keep taking my cock, baby.”

She nodded, looking at me with those big amber eyes.

“I’m fine. I promise. It’s…good.”

“I can go slower.” I pivoted my hips back and made the mistake of looking down.

Fuck, there was a lot of blood. It was everywhere. On my cock, on her legs. I’d gutted a man for my father the day before and hadn’t seen this much blood.

Her bleeding all over my cock meant she was mine. Feral possession reared up, and all my muscles tightened.

Feeling like a warrior, I sank back inside her and pulled out again. I repeated this, and all I could think was: I’m the first man inside this cunt.

And the last…

Whoa… I wasn’t ready to get married. But that feeling of owning this innocent woman forever was a high I didn’t expect. To look at her and know I’d been the only man inside her already felt like a drug.

And when she’d be swollen with my child…

Okay, I need to stop.

But that vision of me taking my place as pakhan with this woman at my side was so fucking potent I could taste it.

Her fingertips traced my jaw. “Where did you go just now? Are you thinking of someone else?”

I barked a laugh. “I’m thinking of you, baby. Me. Us,” I whispered and kissed her forehead. “Are you open for a little instruction?”

“Tell me what to do, Kirill. Tell me how to please you.” She lifted her head from the pillow. “I know you’ve been with a lot of women. Were they…all good in bed?”

“No.”

As soon as that answer left my lips, I regretted it. I just admitted I’d been there before and suggested I’d ghost her the way I’d ghosted other women.

Like Tamara.

She was wild. Too wild. She’d been passed around the Bratva. I should have killed that motherfucker father of hers for lying to my father, claiming she was a virgin and would make a good wife for me.

She made me sick. And sleeping with her was a mistake.

I shook that away and looked down at my sweet Sandrine. She had fire. She would make a good pakhan’s wife. She knew her place, but also wanted her own life as an artist.

And those fucking hips I grabbed while I fucked her would spread nicely to birth my sons. Tamara looked like she’d break.

God, stop!

Sandrine was nothing like anyone I’d fucked. But I’d never been with a virgin. No one has ever trusted me with something so precious and sacred. But this innocent artist had.

Testing how much she could take, I power-fucked her.

“Tilt your hips.” I reached underneath one leg and rested the back of her knee in my elbow. “That’s it. Nice. You look so good taking my cock, bleeding your virginity all over my sheets.”

She’d be sore in the morning. She wasn’t leaving my penthouse tonight. I wasn’t sending her home with her legs streaked in virgin blood. Her father already wanted to kill me. Sandrine was staying right there where I could take care of her.

Her hands ran down my chest, feeling the ridges of my abs. “You’re so beautiful, Kirill. How did I get so lucky?”

“I’m the lucky one, baby.” I sat up and let her keep touching me.

Her hands all over me made me feel like a god.

“Now move with me. Arch your back. Yeah, just like that.” I leaned forward and kissed her again.

Her sweet tongue slid into my mouth as we rocked together in an erotic tempo. I wasn’t into kissing. Heck, I put most women on their knees to take what I wanted and kept my emotions out of it. From the minute I’d met Sandrine, I knew she’d be different.

That I would be different with her.

“That’s it.” I felt the tension leave her body.

She grew deliciously pliant and moved fluidly as I fucked her. And she was soaking wet. Or that could have been the blood. I watched her face as I pushed deep inside her.

Her nails scraped my biceps, gripping me.

“Are you still in pain, baby?”

“Yeah, but it’s good,” she said on a moan. “Your cock is rubbing against an itch that feels good to scratch. I can’t describe it.”

“You just described it pretty fucking well.” I loved that she was artistic and creative.

God, I could fall in love with her. That heaviness in my chest, that crazy beating of my heart wasn’t just from the sex. Damn, I think I already was in love with her. And it’s only been a few months that we’ve been sneaking around.

I pulled my cock all the way out and pushed inside her again.

“Kirill,” she moaned as her cunt tightened then quivered. “Right there. Don’t stop.”

She was close. I could feel it, too. I moved my head down to suck on one of her nipples. That made her gush all over my cock.

She was so fucking responsive to me, and she wasn’t afraid of me. Maybe a little afraid, which I liked, too. Gave me room to earn her trust. Work for it.

All I knew was, I wanted to do that again. Flip her over, tie her to my headboard, eat her pussy from behind while playing with her ass.

Next time…

She smiled with pupils blown wide, her arousal staining her cheeks a soft pink. “I think I’m going to come.”

“You come for me. Only me.” My balls tightened as I started to chase my orgasm, driving into her.

Sandrine moaned and whined, taking it all. “Scream, baby. Let my guards hear you. You’re fucking mine.”

Her cunt strangled my cock as she pulsed around me. “God, Kirill.”

“Does it hurt, baby?”

“Yeah, a little. But I love it,” her voice went dark.

Our bodies slick with sweat, I buried my face in her shoulder as I claimed my orgasm, filling that damn condom.

I finished and pulled out, alarmed again at all the blood. “Hold on, I have to clean you up.”

She sat up and moved her ass. “Oh God. Is that amount of blood normal?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never been with a virgin.

” I stood and snapped off the condom, dropped it in the trash wrapped in a tissue.

And then left a kiss on her mouth. Then I tugged at the sheet and pointed to the rings of crimson stain.

“I claimed the shit out of you, Sandrine. Look at what we did. That’s fucking beautiful. You know what all this means, right?”

She blinked, her eyes heavy with caution. “You got what you wanted, and now you’re done with me?”

“Did your father tell you that?” I sneered.

“Yes,” she snapped back, unafraid.

I smiled, even though I wanted to kill that prick for poisoning Sandrine against me.

“I’ll take great pleasure in proving your father wrong. Proving them all wrong.” I glided a finger through the swollen, drenched, bloody lips of her pussy and lifted it to her face. “And this right here means you’re fucking mine.”