Forced Bratva Virgin (Tarasov Bratva #2)

Chapter 22 – Kostya

Chapter 20 – Kostya

Her perfume filled the air in the car as she sat in the front passenger seat, eyes fixed out the window. With my hands clasped firmly around the steering wheel, I focused my attention on the road as I fought to push back the thoughts of our last time together.

It was incredible how she always made me hard in my pants by just hanging around me. She somehow had figured out a way to sneak into my heart and my mind, occupying my thoughts all day, all night.

Fucking her a second time was a moment I'd long waited for, and with the way things were going, I didn't think it would be possible—not this soon, anyway. She thought that I was cruel. True, but I'd never take her against her will, even though I could.

I adored the woman more than I cared to show; I cherished her body—every fucking inch—and I couldn't wait to make her completely mine. This last intimate moment we shared only deepened my longing for her. It proved just how much of her I wanted—her body, spirit, mind, and soul. I wanted all of her. Our most recent time together reminded me that I needed to have her as my lawfully wedded wife and take her off the market. I would finally own her for good.

That body was mine and mine alone. Those lips were only mine to kiss.

I stole a glance in her direction, taking some time to drink in her beauty. Her blonde hair fell loosely over her shoulders as her skin glowed softly in the daylight. She was wearing a nice, elegant dress adorned with a subtle floral pattern that added a hint of playfulness to the design. The coffee-brown dress fell in gentle folds around her; it skimmed her contours but didn't hug her skin.

My eyes were drawn to her alluring thighs, revealed with the tasteful restraints by the hemlines of her dress. Those toned, sultry, shapely legs brought a smirk to my face as I thought about a few nasty things I could do to them.

There was something different about her today, as if she was glowing more elegantly than before. She definitely seemed brighter today than she'd been since she first arrived at my place. Was it the sex?

She sure seemed to love it when I touched her, hinting at her inability to resist me, much like I couldn't resist her either. Obviously, we were both drawn to each other, even though she was too angry at me to admit it. However, her body was never able to lie about wanting me.

I switched gears and took a gentle turn down a street, finding comfort in the idea that she'd be mine sooner than later. We were on our way to her father's mansion to seek his blessing for our union. Not that it mattered to me what his response might be. I was going to marry her anyway, regardless of whether or not he'd give his approval. It was customary to speak to him about my intentions first before going ahead with the ceremony, and I was only playing by the books.

A smirk played on my lips as I thought about the way he'd react to this news. Honestly, I couldn't wait to see the look on his face when we told him about our intention to get married.

Brown wasn't stupid, of course, so I had a plan to back up or claim.

“You remember what to say, don't you?” I shot a quick glance at Madelyn, my eyes narrowing slightly as I awaited her response.

“I'm not a child, Kostya,” she said, her voice laced with disdain as she faced me with a subtle glare in those beautiful blue eyes of hers.

I felt a pang of vexation at her tone, and my jaw clenched. “I didn't say you were one.” My brows rose, eyes locking to hers in a fleeting moment with an intense gaze.

“It sure seemed like it.” She folded her arms, watching me drive, her posture dripping with defiance.

I gritted my teeth at her stubbornness, my grip tightening around the steering wheel. “Look, I'm just saying that you should stick to the plan,” I said, my voice firm, eyes darting to her for a moment before returning to the road.

“We met some time ago, had a fling. Now I'm pregnant, and I wanna marry you,” she said, summarizing the plan with irritation. “Did I miss anything?”

I heaved a sigh at her pesky little attitude, deciding to let it go.

“Don't worry, I'll stick to the plan,” she muttered dismissively, resting her head on the glass.

Sometimes, she'd be so afraid of me, like I was such a mindless animal, but other times, like this moment, she'd put on a cloak of fearlessness and talk back at me as she pleased. It was fascinating how she was able to show me these parts of her so effortlessly, and I admired her guts, her spunk.

It took a lot of courage to stand up to me, especially when she knew I had her in my clutches. But despite her arrogance, she was smart enough to know how not to overdo it. Madelyn always knew the right time to be defiant and when to stop and just obey. She understood my mood so well that she knew how to act around me. It was one of the many things I liked about her.

We arrived at Brown's mansion, and I brought the car to a stop on the gravel driveway a few paces away from the imposing building adorned with grand cobblestones.

Madelyn and I looked at each other for a moment, and even though I was tempted to remind her to stick to the plan, I didn't because she had already made it clear that she was not a kid. We opened our individual doors and stepped out of the car.

We headed toward the fine wooden front door. She grabbed the knob shaped like a roaring lion and knocked. Not long afterward, the door creaked, swinging open, and a pretty woman appeared at the entrance. Her black and white dress hinted at the fact that she was most likely a staff member in the house.

Her face lit up with a welcoming smile. “Hi there, Maddie.”

“Hi, Rosa.” Madelyn's lips curled up into a smile.

“Hola,” she greeted me with a smile.

“Hola, guapa. ?Cómo estás hoy?” I replied in Spanish, wearing a slight grin. This was the usual, I'm fine, gorgeous. How are you today?

I'd guessed that she was Mexican based on her appearance. Her striking features and her accent, now the “Hola” greeting, only confirmed my assumption.

Rosa's face softened even more, and her cheeks flushed. “Estoy bien, gracias, se?or,” she replied, meaning, I'm fine, thank you, sir.

I glanced at Maddie, savoring that look of surprise etched on her face, as much as I'd savor the one her dad was about to wear not long from now.

“Please, come inside.” She stepped aside, gesturing at the entrance.

As we walked inside, Madelyn leaned closer and whispered into my ear, her tone dripping with curiosity, “Since when do you know Spanish?”

“There's a lot I know that could shock you,” I replied with the same tone.

“I'll go fetch Mr. Brown.” Rosa smiled again and excused herself.

I looked at Madelyn, whose hands were starting to tremble, and her legs wouldn't stop tapping against the floor as she sank into a sofa. It was obvious that she was nervous, looking like a scared eight-year-old being summoned into the principal's office for a petty rule she'd broken. It was cute, though.

“Maddie, sweetheart.” Brown's voice came from behind us as he descended the stairs.

I could hear the fearful gasp that came out of her lips, and for a moment there, I started to doubt that she could pull this off. My palm rested on hers as I stared at her with a blank expression. She looked confused, her brows knitting, unsure of the meaning of my gesture. My gentle touch on her trembling hands could be attributed to encouragement and support. But the stern lack of expression on my face said otherwise, as if a subtle warning that she must not mess this up.

She slightly shook her head, drew in a deep breath, and rose to her feet. “Dad, hi.”

“You know, when you called to tell me that you had some important news, I….” Brown stopped in his tracks the moment he saw me. “What the fuck is he doing here?!” He freaked out, pointing at me with wide eyes.

“Dad, relax. It's fine…it's fine.” Madelyn's gaze was fixed on him with her arms out in front of her, demonstrating that he should calm down.

His eyes narrowed at her, brows furrowing as deep creases lined his forehead. “What?” His voice was low, laced with shock.

That was the first look, and it was priceless. I smirked, feeling a wave of satisfaction as I slowly got on my feet.

“Do you know who this man is? Maddie, sweetheart, step away from him.” He reached out to pull her by the hand, but she resisted. “Maddie?” The blood drained from his face, leaving his skin pale. His mouth hung open, and his eyes bulged from their sockets.

She grabbed my hand and smiled at me before stepping forward to address her father, who was speechless at the fact that she seemed cozy with me—his enemy.

“I’m so sorry, Dad,” she began, wearing an emotional expression, her voice dripping with sadness. “I didn't know who he was at the time. I swear I had no idea that you two had history.” She paused, letting the words sink in for a moment. “I know what you think of Kostya, Dad. But I can assure you that he's nothing like that to me. He can be ruthless when it comes to business, yes.” She turned to face me with a smile that had me stunned for a minute. “But he's so loving and caring when it comes to me. He's not the man you think he is.”

This wasn't the plan, but I liked it better. I was shocked at first that she was swaying from the initial arrangements, but now, it was evident that she had a better way to handle this.

“I love him, Dad,” she declared so genuinely that she even fooled me.

If I hadn't known better, I'd have believed the words that came out of her mouth: hook, line, and sinker. She was so convincing that I couldn't help but be in awe of her acting skills. Although, deep down, I wished that she would mean those words.

“I love him so much,” she continued. “He makes me feel safe, loved…cherished and adored. He's made it clear time and time again that he's willing to protect me, and I honestly do not doubt that one bit.” Her eyes sparkled with unshed tears as she spoke with conviction, her voice overwhelmed by emotions.

I felt my heart skip a beat as her words and the way that she said them touched me deeper than I cared to admit.

Her fingers intertwined with mine, and she beamed a wide smile at me before facing her father again. “We're getting married, Dad.”

He looked like he was fighting the tears that filled his eyes, but those weren't tears of joy, no. Brown was so upset that he almost wept. The struggle was glaring; his jaw was clenched, his teeth were gritted, and his fists were balled in both hands. He was speechless, his face contorted in a mix of shock, horror, and disbelief.

This was it. This was the look I was waiting for, and seeing it now just made my heart leap with joy.

His chest was heaving rapidly, and his body was shuddering, however subtle.

“Dad, say something,” she urged him, tears filling her eyes.

This must be really hard on her as she stood there in front of him, awaiting his response with fear and anxiety coloring her eyes.

He let out a deep sigh, finally speaking, his tone barely above a whisper, “If he makes you happy, if this is your decision, then I will not stop you.”

His response was shocking, and, quite frankly, I was sort of disappointed—I expected some kind of resistance from him.

Madelyn was just as shocked; her eyes widened with a smile that sadly soon vanished when he broke her heart with the next few words that came out of his lips.

“But don't expect me to be a part of this arrangement because I will not.” He glared at me like he wished I'd just drop dead.

“Dad….” Madelyn's voice was weak, and a shadow of sorrow washed over her crumbled face as tears rolled down her cheeks. Her lips trembled as she managed to swallow, her gaze pinned on him.

But he wouldn't look at her; his gaze was trained on me and mine on him. “I’d like to have a word with you in private,” he said to me, his tone unchanging.

Madelyn sniffled and dried her tears with the back of her hand. I hated seeing her heart broken, and if this was under a different circumstance, Brown would pay for causing her this much pain.

She picked up her bag and left the house, shutting the door behind her.

Brown and I stared at each other in silence for a good five minutes. He was boiling with rage, and his eyes were red with fury. “Why did you bring my daughter into this?” he questioned. “This is between me and you, Kostya.”

“I didn't bring her into anything,” I replied casually. “At first, I thought this was your sorry attempt in getting back at me.” My eyes glued to his, finding satisfaction in the rage I saw.

“Why would I use my own to get back at you?” he asked through gritted teeth.

“Look,” I said, pinching the bridge of my nose. “I didn't come here to fight you, Brown. I came here to do the right thing.” I paused and continued after a sharp exhale. “Your daughter and I are in love, and I intend to marry with or without your permission.”

He rubbed his hands over his face and stepped away from me, head jerked toward the ceiling. Brown thought for a while in that position before returning to me. “Will you protect her?” He had both hands on his waist.

“With my life,” came my sincere reply.

He looked deeply into my eyes. “Do you promise to make her happy?”

I hesitated for a moment, thinking about the possibility of keeping this promise if I made it. She wasn't happy with me at the time, but I knew I could make it work.

“Kostya Tarasov,” he called my full name, taking a step closer. “Do you promise to make her happy?”

I looked him right in the eyes and replied confidently, “Always. She'll never lack anything, never have a reason to feel afraid or alone because I'll always be there for her. Always.”

He narrowed his brows at me and went silent again, his gaze unwavering. Brown drew in a deep breath. “Fine. You might be a cruel son of bitch, but at least you're a man of your word.” He paused for a while. “Today, I give you my daughter, Madelyn Grace Everly, and as such, my feud with you is over.” He stretched out a hand.

It felt good knowing that, once again, I was triumphant at the end of a war. A sly grin played on the corners of my lips, and I shook his hand, subtly nodding my head.

As I walked away from him and grabbed the door handle, he called at me from behind. “One more thing, Kostya.”

I stopped and looked in his direction.

“If you go back on your word, and you so much as hurt a hair on her, I swear to God, I will come for you with everything I have. And I will burn your empire to the ground…with you in it.” His voice was a deadly whisper, and his eyes flashed with a fierce light that accentuated the seriousness on his face.

His words hung in the air like a challenge, and I knew he wasn't kidding. This was a father's love at play, and I'd do the same or worse if I were him. With a simple scoff, I opened the door and stepped out.

I got back in the car, and Madelyn's red eyes clung to me. “So, how'd it go?” she asked, furrowing her brows.

I shot the door and clasped my seatbelt on. “He agreed.”

“Did you hurt him?” She squinted at me, watching my reaction.

“I'm not the monster you think I am, Madelyn,” I said, looking at her. “Matter of fact, he's the one who threatened to hurt me if I ever hurt you.”

Her facial muscles relaxed a little as she blinked really, tearing her gaze from me.

“You deserve an Oscar for what you did back there—wasn't expecting it at all.” My lips curled up into a smile.

“I can’t stand to see him disappointed in me,” she muttered, facing me again. “I can't stand to see him get hurt, much less because of me.”

I admired the length she was willing to go for those she cared about. It was remarkable and sacrificial, hence one of the reasons I believed she'd make a good mother.

I started the engine and drove away.

Chapter 21 – Madelyn

I can't believe this is happening. I can't believe I'm actually getting married today.

A heavy sigh came forth from deep within me as I stood in front of the full-length mirror, gazing at my own reflection.

The woman looking back at me was so beautiful, with a light make-up on her face that blended naturally with her toned skin. I was gorgeous; that was undeniable. My wedding dress was an exquisite gown with a fitted, strapless bodice that revealed my delicate shoulders and accentuated my figure.

In my hands, I was holding a bouquet of flowers, and the fresh scent of these florals enveloped the air around me, mixing with the smell of my perfume. I had a smile on my face, and my eyes crinkled to the corners as I struggled to hold on to that grin. I couldn't let anyone know that I was weeping inside and that behind that smile was a sad face.

Growing up, I'd always dreamed about getting married, and I used to envision that day to be so full of joy and bliss, happiness and love. I wanted everything to be perfect and well organized so it'd be a day to remember. Oh, this was definitely going to be a day to remember—expect not in the way that I wanted it.

Lately, nothing was going according to my plan, but everything seemed to be going in accordance with his plans. Frankly speaking, this was the worst day of my life, and of all the wrong choices I'd made so far, this was the worst—an epic disaster.

I was a failure; that was for sure. I'd failed my father, who, by the way, wasn't here today. I'd failed myself and this baby inside me. Yet, I managed to put up a bright smile and pretend like everything was okay and that I was the happiest woman alive.

Just yesterday, I overheard my bridesmaids discussing how lucky I was to be marrying Kostya, a powerful, handsome, and incredibly sexy businessman. Their words, not mine. Those gossip girls had no idea that I'd gladly switch places with any of them just so I'd be free from this man. If they knew half the story, they wouldn't sit there and envy me; rather, they'd feel pity for me and be grateful for their own lives. Ironic how they envied me while I secretly envied them.

Something strange happened when I was listening to their conversation. I felt a slight pang of jealousy at the way those girls were highlighting Kostya's physical features. At some point, my face had scrunched up into a frown when they were drooling over his build. It was harmless, but I still felt jealous, and I had no idea why.

I loathed the idea of getting married to him and raising his baby, considering the present situation. But if that truly was how I felt, then why was I jealous yesterday? Why did the thoughts of him with some other woman irritate me?

Even now, while I stood in front of the mirror, recalling the way they discussed him in a low, flirtatious tone, my expression darkened, my forehead creased, and my brows furrowed.

The door swung open, and Julia snuck a peek into the room. “I'm coming in,” she announced, stepping inside. “Now that's a view I'd choose any day over a goddess.” Her face shone brightly with a smile.

“Stop…” I said softly, drawing the word out as my cheeks flushed at her lavish praise.

“But it's the truth, Maddie.” She halted behind me, watching our reflection in the mirror. “You look absolutely stunning.” Her manicured fingers gently caressed my shimmering hair that cascaded down my back.

“Thank you.” My lips curled up into a smile, eyes fixed on the mirror. “You look amazing yourself,” I complimented, staring at her reflection.

Julia was elegant in that purple dress, which clung to her body like a second skin, accentuating her figure. She was undoubtedly the most beautiful of all my bridesmaids and also my maid of honor.

Her eyes crinkled at the corners as our gaze locked in the mirror. Julia watched me for the next few seconds, as if studying my countenance. She was smart, and it wouldn't take her long to figure out that something was wrong somewhere.

With her gaze unwavering, she asked, “Hey, you okay?”

That question almost knocked me off my feet, and I was so tempted to just open up and tell her everything. But I couldn't. Everyone believed that I was getting married because I was in love with the man of my dreams, and though it would feel good to bring Julia into the fold, it simply wasn't an option worth considering. A lot was at stake here, and telling her would only add her life to the long list of things that I would lose.

“You seem a little…off,” she added, holding my hand. “Are you alright?” She gently turned me around to face her.

“Yeah…it's just….” I let out a soft exhale, pinching the bridge of my nose.

“I know what's going on here.” She narrowed her eyes at me with a mysterious look etched on her face.

My heart skipped a bit, and my breath caught in my throat as I prayed that she didn't somehow figure it out.

"It's called the jitters," Julia said, a small smile dancing on her lips.

I let out a silent sigh, relieved that she wasn't thinking what I thought she was.

She gave my fingers a gentle squeeze, her gaze pinned me. "You're having the jitters. It's normal to feel uneasy. It's your wedding day, for Christ's sake, the best day of your life. Trust me, it's common to have some pre-aisle nerves.”

“Pre-aisle nerves,” I muttered with a forced smile. “Yes. That's what it is.”

Better to keep her in the dark where her safety was assured than bring her into the light where she'd only become prey to the predator I was marrying.

“Alright, shake it off, Cinderella,” she said playfully, giving me a gentle nudge. “Your prince charming awaits.”

Yeah. Prince charming, indeed.

The majestic notes of Mendelssohn's classic “Wedding March” filled the air as the doors parted and the guests turned their heads in my direction. With my flower bouquet in my hands, I glided down the aisle with a deep breath and a broken heart.

My posture was poised, my steps graceful as my gown shimmered in the lights above. All eyes were on me, accentuating my nervousness. This would have been a lot easier if Dad had been here with me, walking me down this lonely aisle. But he wasn't. I was completely alone, and that was so heartbreaking. I could feel my tear glands charging up, stinging my eyes, but I was determined to stay in control—in character.

There he was, the groom, standing on the altar, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he stared at me. He looked so handsome in that black tux, and his subtle smile made my chest flutter for a bit. The man was gorgeous, that was a fact that I couldn't deny.

I halted opposite him, and the moment we locked eyes, he winked at me just before the priest began his ritual.

Oh, my God. It's really happening. I'm getting married to Kostya Tarasov.

“Do you, Madelyn Grace Everly, take this man, Kostya Tarasov, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, to love and to cherish, in sickness and in health till death do you part?”

I swallowed hard, struggling to find my voice. The words were on the tip of my tongue, yet it took a moment to finally say them. “I do.”

Kostya's face softened as he released a faint sigh. His breath had ceased at my hesitation, but now he seemed relieved.

The priest's voice came through again. This time, he was looking at Kostya. “Do you, Kostya Tarasov, take this woman….”

Kostya's eyes wouldn't leave my face for a moment, and in the depth of his gaze was a familiar look that I so clearly recognized: desire. He was looking at me as though he couldn't wait to rip this dress off me, and I hated the fact that his stare prompted a tingle between my legs, making it difficult to stay composed.

The priest's voice returned: “...till death do you part?”

Without a moment of hesitation, Kostya replied, “I do.”

“I now pronounce you husband and wife,” he declared. “You may kiss the bride.”

Kostya gently grabbed my waist and leaned forward to plant an amazing kiss on my lips. I found myself kissing back, enjoying the feeling of his tongue in my mouth, even though I didn't want to.

A heavy round of applause erupted from the congregation, but even that didn't break our lips apart. Kostya's kiss was fervent yet decent, considering the crowd and the altar we were standing on.

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The night was beautiful, with soft music wafting through the cool air. Laughter, blissful conversations, and the clinking of glasses filled the area as the after-party unfolded in a luxurious candlelit garden. The bustling space was surrounded by lush greenery and vibrant flowers that added ambiance to the scene.

Golden lights illuminated the garden, casting warm glows over the cheerful gathering as I stood by a fountain. My mind was in a constant fight between joy and sadness as I cradled a glass of wine while observing the beautiful scenery.

I was sad for obvious reasons, but the smiles on our guests’ lips were so contiguous that they warmed my heart. At some point, while accepting some congratulatory remarks from a few of Kostya's friends and well wishes, I felt so light and free. It was as though if I decided to let myself have some fun tonight, I might find out that it wouldn't be that bad.

“What's the bride doing standing all herself?” a very familiar voice spoke from behind me.

My heart skipped a beat, and my eyes widened. I hadn't heard that soft feminine voice in forever. With a wide smile on my face, I swiveled the speaker. “Sierra!”

She rushed into my arms, hugging me tightly. When we let go, I was so blown away at the sight of her. She was all big and fancy, beautiful and fulfilled…complete. My heart was filled with gladness, and I couldn't stop smiling. She had changed a whole lot from the last time I saw her.

Sierra Lane had been my best friend, but I lost contact with her after she married some guy and clearly changed her number.

“Look at you,” I declared with raised brows as my eyes darted across her body. “You look so amazing!”

“And you look just as stunning as ever.” She chuckled, revealing her perfect whites.

“You know, when my husband told me that his brother was getting married to a certain Madelyn Everly, I couldn't believe it. I had to come down and see for myself if it was truly you.” The words burst out of her passionately, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

But then what she said hit me, and I had to ask, “Wait, when you said your husband's brother was marrying me, what did you mean?”

She shaped her mouth to respond when we were interrupted by the sound of a man conspicuously clearing his throat.

I jerked my eyes and saw Kostya approaching us with another man who was just as tall as him. This other man was wearing a nice suit that complemented his dark, siren eyes and dark hair. He looked like Kostya but older and meaner, with impeccably carved facial hair.

“I see you two are getting along,” my husband said, standing by my side.

“Why didn't you tell me your brother was getting married to my Madelyn?” Sierra playfully nudged the man's shoulder with a pretentious glare in her eyes.

He pulled her close and kissed her lips. “Because I wanted it to be a surprise.”

I just stood there, confused and completely in the dark, waiting for someone to shed some light on what the fuck was happening.

“Madelyn, meet my elder brother, Artem Tarasov, Pakhan of the Tarasov Bratva,” Kostya said, introducing me to him.

“AKA, my husband.” Sierra's smile was genuine, and I didn't need to be a witch doctor to know that she was happy and totally in love.

“Nice to meet you,” Artem said, his voice thick and husky as he extended his hand.

“Pleasure's all mine.” I finally found my voice and shook his hand.

“Kostya's told me a lot about you, and frankly speaking, you're even more beautiful than he described,” Artem said with a blank expression.

My heart melted at his words, and I looked up at my husband. I had no idea that he was proud of me enough to describe me as beautiful to his brother. He was always so serious and uptight that I couldn't picture him saying that to Artem. But it felt good.

What was more surprising was how Sierra was so happy and fulfilled with a man who seemed crueler than my husband.

He was the Pakhan of the Tarasov Bratva, and as such, that must mean that his level of ruthlessness would be off the charts. Yet, she was happy and proud to show him off.

I studied every move she made, every smile, every flicker in her eyes, and concluded that it was all genuine—there was no way that she was faking all of that. It was good to know that she found happiness in the Tarasov family.

If she could be happy with someone like Artem, did that mean that I could experience the same?

“Hope I didn't miss out on all the good stuff.” Another masculine voice prompted me to look in the direction of the man who had halted in front of us.

Kostya laughed, tapping his shoulder. “You're right on time, cousin.”

“ Pakhan Artem. Good health and strength to you.” The newcomer bowed his head slightly in respect, extending his right hand for a shake.

“Good to see you, too, cousin.” Artem chuckled. “Come here.” He embraced the man.

“This is my cousin, Roman,” Kostya said to me, gesturing at the black-suited man with a nice buzz cut who was now looking at me.

“Nice to finally meet the woman who turned this beast into a lover boy,” Roman said amidst chuckles, his eyes squinting a little.

“Okay, that's enough,” Kostya said, his voice laced with embarrassment. His head was bent downward, and his fingertips were massaging the bridge of his nose.

“Uncle Kostya!”

A little boy ran over to him, with a little girl quickly catching up.

I had never seen my husband smile the way that he did when he bent over to the boy's level. His eyes crinkled at the corners, sparkling with excitement.

“Hey, Mikhail!” He spread out his arms, and the boy rushed into his embrace.

“I heard you're a married man now. Where's your wife?” the little girl asked him, her voice just as cute as her face.

“Marina, baby,” Sierra's soft voice called at her. “Come say hello to Aunt Madelyn.” She smiled.

The girl walked over to me with the cutest grin I'd seen in a long time. “Are you the bride?” She looked up at me.

I felt a flutter in my chest, and my heart melted when I saw this smart little girl. “Yes. That's right,” I said, picking her up as she giggled, reaching to play with my hair.

“You're so pretty,” she said, her small lips curling up into a smile.

“Aww. You, too.” I kissed her head, feeling a rush of excitement flowing through me.

Marina looked exactly like Sierra, while Mikhail took after his father, and I didn't need anyone to tell me that these were their kids. Holding Marina in my arms made me realize how much this child I was carrying inside me actually meant to me. I couldn't wait to be a mom because I was ready to spoil my kid with so much love.

I’d never really experienced a mother's love, considering that I lost mine when I was still little, but I was going to make sure that this child had a full dose of every care and attention that life deprived me of.

My attention was drawn to the way Kostya was playing with Mikhail, throwing his head and laughing hard at whatever the boy was telling him. Mikhail was so free around him, and Kostya, in that moment, looked like an entirely different person, someone I'd never seen before.

His eyes were filled with bliss, and his face was brighter than ever. He looked happy playing with that little boy, so happy that I took a moment to savor the soft expression on his face.

If he was this great with kids, then he might not be such a bad father after all, and I hoped I wasn't wrong to think so.

He looked in my direction, with the grin on his face gradually spreading.

It was so genuine that I found myself mirroring the gesture.

Madelyn was my wife now— my lawfully wedded wife— and this meant that I could have her anytime, anywhere, whenever I desired, however I desired.

As I sat on the edge of our bed, my mind was filled with thoughts of her, and my whole body was craving her. I could hear the shower running, the water pouring in the bathroom, and all I wanted to do was go in there and give her a nice warm bath. I wanted to take her under the running water and show her how it was done.

However, there'd be plenty of time for that. For now, though, I'd take a pause on that. She'd asked me to shower and wait for her, that she had a special treat for me. So, there I was, sitting on the edge of the bed in only a pair of tight boxers.

A myriad of thoughts overlapped themselves in my mind at the same time as I wondered if this meant that she was already accepting her fate—if this was a step to her accepting me. I remembered the way she looked at Artem and Sierra back at the after party with admiration flickering in her eyes. It was clear that she loved what they shared, their bond, love and understanding. Now, I couldn't help but wonder if that encounter had affected her more positively than I thought.

Whatever the case, it didn't matter much. What did matter was the fact that she was finally starting to loosen up a little.

I wasn't one to get excited over small things, but it was different this time. The reality that she was mine and mine alone gladdened my heart.

My cock grew harder and longer just by the mere thought of having her at will.

The shower stopped running, and soon, she stepped out of the bathroom. I jerked my head with a smirk on my face as I pinned my gaze on the sexy woman in a skimpy white robe gracefully approaching me like a runway model. She halted in front of me, and the sound of her low, sweet voice caused my chest to flutter.

“What would you like me to do? What will please you?” She bit her lower lip, placing one foot on the edge of the bed, flashing her long, enticing legs at me. “I'm at your service tonight.”

She really must have completely submitted to me, and it gave me so much joy. The sight of those alluring thighs never got old; my eyes narrowed, squinting as I reached to caress them. “Strip.” I looked up at her face.

Her lips curled into a sly smile as she set her foot down, taking her time to undo the knot of her robe while her gaze upon me never wavered. She was teasing me, and that sent shivers down my spine. I loved it.

She was done with the knot, and like an unbuttoned coat, the robe revealed the nakedness underneath. The cotton fabrics concealed her nipples, exposing only a glimpse of her breasts. Her flat tummy and adorable belly button accentuated her sexy body, and my eyes darted toward her well-shaved pussy.

“Like what you see?” she asked with a gentle tone, slowly slipping out of the robe which soon fell off her, welling at her feet.

Now, she was completely naked, her skin subtly glowing in the lights, and her moderately sized breasts, which seemed fuller, flashed at me.

“Much better,” I said, my tone thick and husky.

“I wanna be in charge tonight,” she said, stepping forward. “Will you let me have that?” She halted so close to me, gently stroking the outline of my cock. “Ohh, just the way I like it.”

I wrapped my hands around her waist, feeling her skin under my palm as I caressed her gorgeous body and buried my face between her breasts. I drew in a deep breath, savoring the scent of the perfume that clung to her smooth skin.

She threw her fingers into my hair, their tips massaging my scalp with a tender touch.

I couldn't deny her request even if I wanted to, and I didn't want to. Although I was silent, she understood that my answer was positive.

With a soft giggle, she gently pushed against my chest, laying me down on my back as she dropped to her knees. Madelyn pulled down my boxers, and I watched her eyes widen at the sight of my huge cock.

Her grip over it was gentle, and the feeling of her tongue twirling over my cap was ecstatic. I let out a quiet groan, basking in the aura of her oral session. A powerful sensation jolted across my body when she swallowed my length, taking it deep inside her throat. I could hear her gagging, choking, but she wouldn't stop, and it felt so fucking good.

A gasp came forth when she slowly pulled her head away from my groin, her hands stroking the length of my slippery cock. I gazed down at her, loving the nasty sight of saliva smeared all over her mouth. She smiled at me when our eyes locked, and I groaned at the way she handled my cock so delicately.

She returned her mouth over it, her lips sliding up and down, with her head dancing to the rhythm of her movement. I reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair, carefully pushing her head a little deeper into my groin. I liked that she was enjoying herself. Madelyn was giving me the best blowjob of my life, and I couldn't pretend to not feel its effect. I couldn't hide the ecstasy it brought me.

My eyes were shut, with my head tilted toward the ceiling, while my fingers rubbed her hair.

She went lower, and my body jerked when she deliciously bit on my balls. The chill of her tongue cooled my sacks as she sucked them so well while still stroking my cock.

“Fuck, yes.” I groaned deeply, completely overwhelmed by a dose of pleasure.

She was so good at this, using her tongue and hands at the same time.

Looking up at me, she smiled with a glint of satisfaction in her eyes. “You like it?”

She licked her lips.

I smirked, giving a subtle nod as she rose to her feet, climbing on top of me, her wet hands traversing my body. She reached for my lips, and we kissed, slowly at first, but as the flame of desire burned brighter, it became more fervent—heads tilting sideways, tongues twirling. In the heat of the moment, our breaths were almost impossible to catch, and I could feel the passion from this amazing kiss course through my blood. Considering the intensity of her moves and body language, I was certain that she could feel the same thing in her own blood.

“I wanna taste you,” I said, breaking away from those relentless lips that sought to devour mine.

She flashed a sexy grin and pulled herself over to my head, where she sat on my face. I grabbed her soft butt cheeks, my fingers digging into her flesh as I ate her up in that position. I couldn't see the look on her face, but I sure as hell could hear the sound of her sweet moans.

“Oh, my God, that feels so good,” she said, writhing on my face, her hand rubbing my hair.

She tasted really good, and I couldn't get enough of that clean pussy. I dug my tongue into her entrance, my teeth gently grazing her swollen clit, her moans fueling my desire. Up and down her folds, I dragged my tongue, sticking the tip deeper into her cunt.

“Yes. Just like that.” Her response was a moan—a melodious one. “Yes. Please. Fuck.” She started to grind her waist gently over my mouth as if fucking my tongue. “A little to the left,” she said, guiding my moves.

I obeyed, focusing my attention on that spot.

“Yes. Right there,” she said, her tone dripping with ecstasy. “Right there.” She moaned a little louder.

The more I ate her pussy, spanking that ass, the faster her grind and the louder her moans grew. “Fuck, I think I'm gonna cum.” Her body stiffened, and she bent over, hands on the pillow above my head.

I could feel her leg trembling against the bed as she announced, “God, I'm cumming!”

She tried to pull away, but I held on to her tightly, restraining her movement. Her whole body was shuddering, but I wouldn't let go; I kept eating her up, and for a moment, it was as if she'd lost her voice from all that pleasure. She was mumbling inaudible stuff, and just like that, she gasped loudly, releasing her juice on my face.

A good portion of it was in my mouth, and with that, I sucked on her throbbing pussy, listening to her moans as her body trembled at the intensity of my actions.

I flipped her over, and she lay on her back, trying to catch her breath. I climbed on top of her, sticking my hard cock into her wetness. I could feel the sweet pain of her fingers raking my back as I plunged into her. She found my mouth and sealed her moans with a deep kiss.

My hands traveled along her curves as I thrust into her, raising her leg in the air. I let her cherry lips rest for a while, kissing down her neck as her chest heaved rapidly. I settled on her breasts and took some time to suck on that incredible pair of titties. Her back arched as my arm supported her weight from underneath.

She let out soft moans as I grazed my teeth against her nipples. She threw her hands to the back of my head, caressing it gently as I pleasured her.

Madelyn flipped me over with a strength I didn't know she possessed. “I want to ride you till you cum inside me,” she said, eyes fixed on me.

Hearing her say those words prompted a smirk on my face as I watched her climb, her hand positioning my cock toward her entrance. She mounted me, gently going down until she was fully rested on my groin.

She started off slow, her hands all over my chest as she moved back and forth over my cock. Her gaze was fixed upon me as if to catch every expression on my face while she bit her lower lip.

Her grind was heavenly, taking me places in the erotic world as that slender waist continued to twirl on my hard cock. She moaned softly, her hands flying to grab her breasts as she pinched her nipples.

I decided to help with that, and she let me fondle those titties while she increased her speed with her hands in her hair. She looked so fucking hot in that position, her fine waist grinding fast over my cock, her head thrown upward. She moved faster and faster, her moans growing louder by the minute as I assisted from underneath her.

My thrusts, coupled with her grinding, lit a spark of electricity in both of us, causing our sweaty bodies to tremble in sheer ecstasy. I could feel the sensation jolting across my system, and I was climaxing. My groan was deeper and more intense.

“Cum inside me.” She bent over, her expression softening with excitement. “Do it. I wanna feel you deep inside me,” she said, pleading with her sexy eyes, her hands cupping my face. “I want it. Please, give it to me.”

My legs shuddered as I growled like a wounded lion, releasing my essence into her, filling her warm pussy with my cum.

“Yes, yes, yes. Yesss!” The words exploded out of her mouth as she accepted my load with a trembling body.

Once we'd both released all the tension within us, she let out a sigh of satisfaction and slumped on my chest—exhausted and out of breath.

I stroked her hair as she lay on top of me, resting after the long ride. It was amazing how sex with her felt so good, and I was glad that I had finally gotten her to myself. She was officially mine now, and the only greater joy than that was the baby inside her. Madelyn's ride was proof that she was willing to give this marriage a try; it was proof of her submission.

I kissed her head as she thanked me with a low tone before drifting asleep on my chest.