The Mafia Don's Captive Bride のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Word was going to get out that I had married Sveta as it was already being circulated through our channels. That had been part of my plan, to put the rest of the Bratvas on notice that I was making a claim to the defunct Krasnaya Bratva.Now there was a concern that once Marchetti found out, he would know that the claim was false. But if I could trap Naomi into marriage with a kid, then I wouldn’t have anything to worry about. Withholding a child from his or her mother was enough to keep a woman in line. “I’m not worried,” I told her. “But I will take your suggestions under advisement.”Vera dipped her head. “Thank you, master. That is all I ask.”I didn’t respond as she walked away and disappeared back into the house. One thing that Vera did state truthfully was that Naomi could be used against me as a weapon. She could be taken by my enemies and held so that I would comply with whatever demand came about. Any boss that decided to marry and carry on his bloodline ran that risk. When

Ilsa“Ugh. Who would have ever thought it would be this hard to get out of bed?”My husband Roman slid his arm around my expanding waist and pulled me flush to his hard body, pressing his lips against my shoulder. “Who said you had to get out of this bed?”I sighed happily, interlacing our fingers together. “I mean, I have to get out of the bed. The designer is coming for the baby’s room in like an hour.”His chuckle stirred the hair around my ear. “You can always tell him to fuck off.”I turned in his arms, gazing at his handsome face. “No! Do you not realize how hard it was to get an appointment with him? He’s the premier designer on the island.”Roman’s eyes sparkled with laughter as he pressed his lips to my forehead. “Fine, but you could just stay in bed with your obscenely gorgeous husband instead of some stuffy designer. Just think of the things I could do to you.”My toes curled, my entire body flushing at the thought of what Roman did to me, and against my better judgment I r

My words seemed to surprise him, and I was glad. I wanted to find common ground with him to not make this miserable and for him not to look at me like a piece of meat.Did he have any softness in him? I didn’t know, and honestly, I doubted it. But he was my husband, whether I wanted him to be or not. So it wasn’t like I had a choice.If I displeased him, he would teach me a lesson.If I ran, he would hunt me down.If I defied him…Well, what was the use of thinking about things that wouldn’t happen?Finally, Gavril moved toward me and held out his hand. “Come, Sveta,” he said softly, his eyes betraying no emotion. “I’m going to take you out to dinner tonight.”If the pool had been any deeper, I would have drowned, my knees weakening in the water. “What?”“Dinner,” he continued, a tease to his voice. “At a restaurant.”Who was this man, and what had he done with my husband? “You want us to go out in public?”A flash of emotion slid across his face and then disappeared. “Of course I do.

Gavril“Mr. Kirilenko,” the restaurant manager said, sweat dotting his forehead. “Please forgive me. That man will be barred from the restaurant. For life.”“Good,” I said, an easy smile gracing my lips now. My blood was still drumming through my veins, and I wanted to fuck Naomi so hard that she saw stars, but I had promised her a dinner, and that was what she was going to get.So I turned back to my wife, finding her watching me with wide eyes. Some color had come back to her cheeks, and she didn’t look thoroughly disgusted by what had happened.Interesting. “Are you okay?” I asked, straightening the cuffs of my jacket.“I am,” she replied softly.The staff scurried around me, righting the things on our table, including a new tablecloth, and I sat down across from her, waiting until they had poured the wine before handing her a glass. “Try this,” I offered, holding it out to her.She took the glass, her fingers brushing over mine and sending my mind in the same direction it had been

Naomi I felt gorgeous in his eyes at this moment. Once we stepped out of this car, who knew what would happen, but right now, as the car moved through the city, sending flashes of light through the windows, I felt gorgeous.I watched as my hands slipped down to his silk shirt as I slid from his lap, barely able to fit in the small space between the seat and his legs. Gavril let his legs fall open to give me more room, and I sank to my knees before him, my hands finding his length straining against his pants. My throat went dry as I traced him with my fingers, realizing he must be painfully hard.What had done that? Was it because he got off on the power?Was it me?I hoped I affected him like he affected me. I hoped that he lay awake at night, long after our sex session, and thought about more between us.Maybe I should give him something to think about.My nipples hardened under my dress as I reached for his belt buckle, waiting for him to stop me. Instead, Gavril lifted his hips to