8. Alex
ALEX
Finally. The reception is over and we’re on our way home.
We’re about five minutes away from the house and we’ve been riding in virtual silence the whole way. Finally, the last piece of this day is about to fall into place and tomorrow morning, I can get back to my own life.
Her things were all transferred from her father’s house to mine.
Yeva, with the help of a couple of her friends, gathered all her things and brought them to my brownstone early this morning.
I’d asked her to do me the extra favor of finding a place for them, but I’m sure she ignored me.
It’s just as well. Nona will probably want to do that herself.
And I have plenty of room for her clothing and such. At the beginning of this whole thing, I had been debating giving her a separate room. I’ve since been convinced otherwise. Any sign that we’re sleeping apart won’t bode well for the brotherhood, so we’ll just have to share a room.
Which brings another problem that I hope she’s ready for. The consummation of our marriage.
I glance over at her from my side of the backseat.
At least she’s beautiful. Really fucking beautiful, if I’m honest. She’s wearing her hair up in a dozen or so curls, showing her graceful neck and delicate collarbone and shoulders.
Her heart-shaped lips look juicy and ripe in that deep red color.
So much so that I was a little pissed that the kiss at the altar only lasted a half-second.
And her dress. That white silk dress she’s wearing makes her peach-shaped ass stand out.
Maybe that’s why I grabbed it. I’ve chalked it up to having had a little too much to drink. I guess I forgot my manners for a minute. As much as I chastised her for lashing out at me, she was in the right. I’m a little surprised that she didn’t smack me across the face for good measure.
Not sure how tonight will go. She’s got quite a bit of naivete about her that makes me wonder if she’s even had a sexual experience at all. Dear God, I hope I’m not her first. There aren’t too many worse ways somebody could lose her virginity than through a fake marriage.
Then again, I’ve heard some horror stories from some of my brothers involving prostitutes, various toys, and other out-of-place implements. Stories about wild nights that went wrong just compounded by being young and stupid. At least whatever happens tonight won’t be anything like that.
The car pulls up to the brownstone and the driver gets out, opening her door first, then mine. I walk around the car and meet him on the sidewalk. “Be back here around noon,” I say to him. “No later.”
“Yes, sir,” the driver says and walks back around the car to the driver’s side. Nona looks up at me, questioning.
“What’s at noon?”
“Business,” is all I say. “Come on.”
I lead her up the stoop and into my brownstone. As soon as we’re on the other side of the front door, she slows down, looking around my foyer with wonder.
“This is nice,” she says. “I always thought brownstones looked so small from the outside.”
“This one is connected to two other buildings,” I say matter-of-factly. “So, it’s bigger than most brownstones.” I pause, and she gives me a tight smile. The awkwardness is thick between us.
“Do you want to have a drink before we get started?” I ask her. “I’ve got a liquor cabinet in the living room and the parlor, or we can just go straight to the bedroom. I think I’ve got half a bottle of whiskey in a drawer.” I stop because her brow furrows. “What?”
“What are you talking about? Get started?”
“Right.” She just stares at me like she doesn’t know what I’m saying. “Consummating our marriage, Nona.”
“Oh. Oh.” She looks away from me and starts fidgeting with her hands. “I, um, didn’t realize… Is that absolutely necessary?”
“What are you talking about? Of course, it’s necessary. Do you have any idea of what would happen if word got out that this is a sexless marriage?”
She chuckles a little. “How would anyone know? Are there cameras in the walls?”
I sigh. It’s moments like this that I wonder if she really is Bratva-born or not. “You can’t be serious right now. You know how news travels between people in a brotherhood. All it takes is the hint of something amiss between us.”
She purses her lips. “I know that the best way to keep a secret is not to tell anyone about it.”
I cross my arms. “I see. So, you expect me to lie to my father and the rest of the brotherhood, then?”
She blinks at me. “I don’t love you.”
“What’s that got to do with anything?”
She just stares and suddenly, a cold dread comes over me. “Oh, no,” I say. “You’re not a virgin, are you?”
“No,” she says, her voice going up a pitch. “I am not a virgin. Not that it’s any of your business.”
I could almost laugh. “It actually is my business now.” I pause as she crosses her arms indignantly.
“So, you’ve had sex. Good. I’m not going to bother asking about your body count because ultimately, it doesn’t matter.
This is a business deal, Nona. A contract.
Only instead of signing our names on the dotted line, we have to fuck. It’s no different from shaking on it.”
“Are you comparing this to a handshake?”
“If that’s the analogy you need to get you upstairs, then yes. Come on, Nona. We have to do this.”
She takes a short breath, looking up at me with those eyes as deep and green as pond water. “Fine,” she says. “I guess it’s better if we just… do it and get it over with.”
“That’s the spirit.” I motion toward the stairs behind her, and she starts walking upstairs with me right behind her.
I direct her to my room, which is off the first hallway to the left.
As she walks in, I see her eyes go directly to my bed—a California king that I didn’t bother to make up this morning.
My room is neat enough. There aren’t any clothes on the floor or anything like that, but it doesn’t look like I made any real effort to impress anyone.
She walks around the bed to the heavy curtains that are closed over the large picture window overlooking my back yard, her delicate hands touching the fabric listlessly.
She’s noting the furniture, the full-length mirror in the corner, the door to my walk-in closet, my dresser adjacent to my bed, the door to my bathroom…
And her bags in the corner. Thanks, Yeva.
I start unbuttoning my shirt. “Take off the dress.”
She hesitates and suddenly, the short string of my own patience runs out. I stare at her and she says, “I don’t think—”
“I’m not interested in your opinion right now. Take the dress off or I’ll take it off for you.”
Her bottom lip stiffens and she lifts her chin. “It’s free to be kind, you know,” she says. “Maybe if you asked.”
“I am not in the mood for your lip, Nona. Are we doing this or not?”
She stares, and to my surprise, I don’t see any fear in her eyes. In fact… the way her eyebrows are curved, I think she’s waiting for me to call her bluff.
I finish undoing my shirt and toss it, then I close the gap between us, wrapping an arm around her waist as I pull her to the bed. I sit down and bend her over onto my lap, flipping the dress up to her waist.
“What are you doing?” She squirms, and I hold her down with one arm.
“You have really been asking for it tonight,” I growl as I pull down her lacy pink panties. The soft, alabaster skin of her ass cheeks beckons me as I grab one cheek and squeeze it. “Disrespecting me in front of everyone.”
“Alex— Oh!”
I slap her ass. “You do not have permission to call me Alex.” I slap her ass again. Her mouth falls open in a gasp of surprise and pain. “At every turn, you’ve argued. Blocked. Even fucking teased me with your tiny. Little. Dresses!”
With every word, I’m spanking her perfect peach-shaped ass. She’s grabbing the comforter, her cries of pain breathy and desperate.
“Fucking little dick tease,” I growl as I go on spanking her until her cheeks are warm and red under my palms. I stop, realizing that I’m rock fucking hard right now.
I squeeze her sore cheeks and her thighs start to shiver. “You’re going to do what I tell you to do,” I say. I can hear my own passion, turning the tone of my voice into a rumbling growl. “Every time you disrespect me or disobey me, I’m taking it out on your perfect little ass. Do you understand?”
She responds with a whimper. I grab her hair and pull her head back. “Nona. Do you understand?”
“Yes, I… I understand.”
“Yes, my king. Call me anything other than that and I’ll take a strap to you next time.”
“Yes, my king,” she says in a breathy tone.
I pause for just a second, looking her ass over. Her thighs shiver and just under the curve of her ass, right where her panties hang, I see the shine of her wetness.
Is she… enjoying this? That’s good. That’s very, very good.
I grab her panties and rip them away from her body, then I push her off me. She falls to her knees as I stand up. “Dress off. Now.”
There’s a little smile playing at the corners of her mouth. She bites her lip to hide it from me, then she reaches back and unzips the dress, then slips it off over her shoulders and stands.
Her naked body is a thing to behold. Athletic, toned, breasts that almost stand up on their own with rosy pink nipples. Shapely hips and thighs…
And that face… those fucking eyes…
“Lie down on the bed, face down,” I say. She obeys me without question. She lies on the bed, face down. I grab her thighs and pull them apart, then I run my hands up them to her rosy cheeks and spread them.
Her perfect little puckered asshole is beckoning me. Part of me wants to destroy it, fuck her hard and deep in her ass. The other part just wants to taste her. Her pussy is practically dripping. Sweet-smelling, clear juices cover her lips and the soft down of her crimson hair.
This is just sex. It’s not love. It’s not even lust. This is just to get it out of the way.
How the hell is she just the right kind of girl that I like, submissive and a little bratty, already looking to test my limits?