Chapter 31 Ember
EMBER
“Wake up, my love.”
It’s six months since the day we decided that this is worth fighting for. I can’t believe how far we’ve come since we were both standing in his bedroom, me with my suitcase, ready to leave, and him opening his heart to me.
He kisses the back of my neck and his rough hands move over my hips. His rock hard dick is pressing against my ass.
The bass tone of his voice and the feel of his body pressed against mine are what pulls me from my sleep. His mouth moves to my shoulder, gentle kisses mixed with hungry nips.
“Roman,” I moan. “Can’t you wait? We’ll be married in just a few hours.”
“No,” he says, moving his hand between my thighs. We made love all night and parts of me still ache from him, but as soon as his fingers move down the soft down of my pubic hair to slide down against my lips, I feel myself getting wet again.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he says as he kisses me, his fingers sliding inside me. I open my legs, twisting one of them up with his as he fingerfucks me, his mouth searching mine.
“Already so wet,” he moans into my mouth. He curls his fingers, rubbing the swollen and hungry square of tissue just inside my pussy. I gasp against him, wrapping my hair around his neck.
“You’re going to make me come,” I whisper, and he smiles against my mouth.
“All over my fingers?” His thumb presses into my clit, flicking it back and forth rhythmically. My toes curl as he works his magic on me. “We can’t have that, can we?”
It feels so good I can barely stand it. I bite down on his lip and he chuckles, his fingers digging deep inside me.
Then he releases me, turning me over on my stomach.
“I didn’t tell you that you could come yet,” he says, slapping my ass.
I grab a fistful of the sheets, excited for what’s coming.
He squeezes my ass as he positions himself between my legs.
The next feeling I have is of his teeth, biting into the flesh of my ass cheek.
I flinch in surprise and he slaps the spot where he bit me. “I’ve told you about wiggling around.”
I bite my lip as he spreads my ass cheeks apart. I’ve never done anything like this before and a streak of worry shoots through me. “Roman. Wait, I… Oh… oh, my God…”
His tongue circles my asshole, warm and wet as it presses against it, teasing me in gentle flicks. It feels so good I start arching my back, sending my ass upward. His mouth follows and he props his arms under me and holds onto my thighs as his tongue dives in, pressing itself inside me.
I’ve never been fucked in the ass before and I’ve certainly never been rimmed before this. The intensity is so incredible.
Just when I’m so wet that I’m dripping, he stops and gives my ass another slap, then another before squeezing my sore ass in his hands.
“I wish you could see the view from here,” he says as he presses the head of his cock against my pussy, running it up and down over my clit. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
He slides himself inside me, filling my pussy and hitting the aching spot inside me. I gasp and moan as he holds my hips, fucking me hard. The backs of my thighs collide with his over and over as his lustful grunts mix with mine.
Then he slows down and his finger presses against my asshole. “I want all of you, Ember,” he says. “Every part of your body and every hole. I need to be inside you every way I can.”
My juices drip down my thighs as he presses his fingers inside me, fucking both holes with slow precision.
I lean into him as he moves and he slips another finger in, stretching me.
“Oh, my fucking God,” I moan as the pain-pleasure sensation mixes inside me.
Another finger, and I cry out his name. How can this feel this good?
“I’m… I’m so close,” I moan. He slaps my ass hard, bringing tears to my eyes.
“No, you’re not,” he says breathlessly. “You don’t come until I tell you. You understand me?”
I have to bite my lip to try to push it away. He slaps me again.
“Do you understand?” He says it firmly.
“Yes,” I moan desperately.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Daddy!”
He grants me the courtesy of slowing down, his low rumbling moans filling the room. “Such a fucking good girl. Your pretty little asshole’s all stretched out for me.”
I love the way he praises me. I smile back at him as he uses his free hand to rub my ass lovingly. “Turn over, baby girl.”
He releases me from his grip to allow me to roll over.
He looks down at me, his eyes devouring my body silently.
He leans over me, his arm wrapping around my back and he pulls me up onto him.
I straddle him as his cock slips inside me again.
He holds my ass while he kisses me, fucking me in long, slow strokes.
“You’re all mine,” he whispers. Then he grabs my waist and lifts me up. The head of his cock slips back and presses against my asshole.
“Go slow,” I tell him. I hold onto him as he pushes himself inside me, lowering me at the same time. The slow pressure turns to pain and I wince, digging my nails into him. He pauses.
“Relax,” he says. “Just let go, baby. I’ve got you.” I whimper uncertainly in response. “Trust me, baby. I’ll never hurt you.”
I listen and relax my body. He pushes himself deep inside me and it’s like heaven. As he starts to thrust, I can only hold onto him, shaky gasps coming out of me.
“That’s my girl,” he croons. “Take it, baby. Take it all.”
He thrusts harder, and it’s like something breaks open inside me. The moan that comes out is rough, all animal passion. He leans into my chest, his teeth biting my nipple. I hold his head to me, my fingers in his hair and my head falling back.
“I can’t… hold it…” I manage to say. I’m going to come. I can’t stop it. My body is betraying me.
He fucks me harder, his hands spreading my ass cheeks. “Let go, my love,” he moans into my breasts. “Come apart for me.”
I do. It washes over me like a wave and I come. My body shivers as he holds me, still fucking my ass.
His arms wrapped around me, he lays me back onto the bed. Still inside me, he lifts and spreads my legs, his fingers caressing my swollen clit. I grab the sheets, the waves of my orgasm rising again.
I come and it’s glorious. I feel his hands pin me down as he thrusts deep inside me until I feel his cum fill my ass. With a rough moan, he kisses me, his tongue finding mine and covering it with soft caresses.
“God, I love you,” he says.
“I love you,” I whimper. “I love you, Roman.”
We barely make it to the church on time. I rush through the main sanctuary where I’ll be married, blowing past all the white flowers and chairs and up the staircase where I’ll be making my appearance. It all looks so beautiful.
As soon as I rush into the dressing room, everyone’s in a panic. “Oh, my God, where were you all morning?” Natasha says. She leads me to my dress without letting me answer.
My body still feels him, but it always does after we make love. It’s like his way of staying with me whenever we have to be apart. At least after today, we won’t ever be apart anymore. Every morning, I get to wake up next to him.
I get into my dress quickly with Natasha’s help.
It’s all lace and crystals, a mermaid design that fits me tight around the waist and hips and flares out at the bottom.
It must have taken me ages to find it. I had been around to every wedding shop in town until Roman got wind of my search.
He immediately set me up with a woman who is friends with the Bratva—Magda, elderly with crooked hands and speaking only Russian.
I was able to get her to make a dress that was exactly the thing I wanted…
with help from Natasha’s translation, that is.
The dress is finally on and I turn to look at it in the mirror. My hair still needs to be done. It’s still a little mussed from this morning. And I still need makeup… but oh, my God. I’m so beautiful.
“Wow,” Natasha says, her hand on her chest. “Roman is going to freak when he sees you. Hope he’s ready to break down in front of all his brothers.”
I laugh. I don’t think Roman’s going to break down into tears over me, but I do think he’s going to want to rip this thing off me at the first opportunity.
Natasha takes me in the adjoining room with a pretty pink vanity set up for me to get my hair and makeup done. The woman I hired is supposed to be the best in town. I hope she’s the fastest. We don’t have a lot of time before the ceremony starts.
I sit and watch in the mirror as my long white-gold hair changes from bland and straight to big, beautiful curls, pinned up in a cascade of golden waves.
As the last of my curls are in place and the task of starting my makeup begins, there’s a knock on the door.
Natasha gets up and says, “Nobody move. I got it.”
She rushes off to the door and leans against it. “Password!”
In a little voice, I hear Sasha whisper, “Popcorn.”
Natasha opens the door and rushes her in. “Come on, come on,” she says as she shuts the door behind her. “What’s it look like downstairs?”
“Busy,” she says. “Everybody’s here…” She looks past her to me and her mouth drops. “Wow. You look so beautiful!”
I feel my face flushing. “Thank you,” I say.
“Are you nervous? Dad sure is.”
I laugh. “I find that very hard to believe.”
“Believe it. He’s pacing back and forth wearing a hole in the floor. Uncle Ares just went to get him a shot of vodka to calm his nerves.”
That’s a funny thought. Roman nervous about marrying me.
She sits down next to me and watches as the makeup artist puts on another coat of eyeshadow. “I can’t wait to get married,” she says.
I chuckle. “No offense, dear, but I most certainly can. You’ve still got to get through high school and college—”
“I know, I know. I just… when I see you and Dad together, it makes me want what you guys have when I get older. Oh!” She reaches in her pocket suddenly, pulling out a jewelry box. “I don’t know if you’ve got the whole something borrowed thing together, but I wanted to give this to you.”
She hands me the box. I open it and find a beautiful gold necklace with a tiny sapphire setting.
“It was my birthday gift when I was a kid,” she says with a little shrug. “The last thing I got before… you know. Dad gave it to me, so I’m gonna want it back.”
Tears form in my eyes. “Oh… Oh, Sasha, this is so thoughtful.”
The makeup artist leans back and grabs the tissue from her little caddy, handing it to me. I dot my eyes and thank her.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t come up with the rest of it, Mom, but I couldn’t let the day go by without giving you something. Maybe this can be the something old and something blue.”
“Right, I…” I stop, her words catching up to my brain. My eyes start burning with fresh tears. “Oh… Oh, my goodness.” I turn to the makeup artist as sobs start to well up. I try to apologize but the words get caught in my throat.
“Oh, no!” Sasha says, taking my hands. Natasha comes rushing over and the makeup artist dabs my eyes. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to upset you!”
“You didn’t,” I manage to say, squeezing her hands. “These… these are happy tears.” She regards me with a little unsure smile tickling the sides of her mouth. I guess I’d better let her in on this before I come apart completely. “You called me Mom.”
“I did?” She blinks, then her face splits with a smile. “I guess I did!”
I pull her into a hug and we laugh and cry together.
“Okay,” Natasha says, wiping her own eyes. “Let’s wrap this up before we all wreck our makeup. We still have to get you married, Ember.”
“Right, right.” I use tissue to carefully wipe the tears away. The makeup artist is even wiping her eyes at this point. “Let’s get me married.”
Through the makeup and getting the rest of the way toward getting ready, before long, I’m looking at myself in the mirror once more. Hair done up in a million beautiful curls, a white veil pinned to my head, a lacy white dress clinging to my body.
In less than an hour, I’ll be Mrs. Roman Orlov. How weird has this year been?
Natasha comes up behind me and puts her hands on my shoulders. I can hear the music starting just beyond the door.
“Ready?”
I nod. I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.
We leave the room together and walk out into the hallway. As we approach the stairs, decorated with a million white roses, my heart feels like it’s going a million miles a minute. The adrenaline rush is the only thing keeping my feet moving.
I step onto the landing and the music changes to announce my arrival. The entire downstairs is filled with people. So many Bratva are in their best suits, tattoos sticking out on the backs of hands and through open collars.
And standing at an altar made of white roses is Roman. He looks up at me with his ocean blue eyes shining like diamonds. The moment he sees me, the corners of his lips turn up. And all I feel is love.
So. This is how the beginning of my new life starts. Never thought the daughter of a cop would end up a Bratva queen… but here we are.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.