Chapter 10: Artem

It had been a few days since the wedding, and so far, Sierra had been on her best behavior. I knew she didn't like the situation she was entangled in; however, she didn't have a choice but to accept her new reality. I was her husband by law, and she was my wife. End of story.

I hadn't expected her to be a virgin, so I did things differently when she said that she was. For a virgin, Sierra was a sweet one. She lacked experience, but she was a quick study who caught on very fast. It didn't matter what she thought about me before the wedding; everything changed after that kiss at the altar.

It had been evident in her eyes that she was craving me, but her hatred for me was in the way. However, when she loosened up during sex, things just flowed naturally between us.

Even now, as I headed to the office in my mansion, I could still feel the taste of her pussy on my tongue. My nostrils were picking up her scent, and the sounds of her moans, coupled with images of her facial expressions, occupied my mind. I was starting to get hard just by thinking about her. I could fuck her all day, every day, and still want more.

I'd been drawn to her since I first saw her standing alone at the club; I knew then that she would make a good wife. But after tasting her the other night, everything I felt for her had multiplied by a thousandfold. I hadn't been able to get her out of my mind; I'd tried, but it wasn't working. A part of me loved that she was all I thought about; she was my wife, anyway.

Memories of that night wouldn't stop flooding my mind, and I kept replaying the scene until I got to my office.

The door was open, and I knew it had to be Yuri; he was the only one who could sit in my office in my absence. Besides, he'd texted me that he had a present for me in my office.

As I walked in, he was standing in front of my desk, his gun pointed at a man sitting in the visitor's chair.

" Pakhan ," he said, looking in my direction. "This is the present I told you about."

"You could've just wrapped me in a fucking box," the man said. "Present, my ass."

"Shut the fuck up." Yuri hit him with the base of the gun.

I recognized that arrogant voice, but I couldn't quite place it yet. Wondering who Yuri had at gunpoint, I headed to my chair, and that was when I saw him—Jacob, Niall's right-hand man.

He looked beat up, with bruises on his face and a deep cut over an eye. But he still had his ruggedness and arrogance in check.

I adjusted my suit and took a seat in my swivel chair. "Where'd you find him?" I asked Yuri.

"Inferno nightclub." He snickered mockingly. "The idiot picked the wrong stripper to fuck. She's one of our own."

The Tarasov Bratva had people everywhere, male and female; they each had their individual roles to play. The stripper Jacob had fucked must have been one of our informants.

"Evelyn texted me the moment he started to flirt with her," Yuri further explained. "You were busy, so I decided to bring him as a present."

"Good one, Yuri," I said.

"What do we do with him?"

"Can you not talk about me like I'm not right here?" Jacob relaxed in his chair as though he wasn't being held at gunpoint.

"There'll be no arrogance left in you when we're done," Yuri replied, his tone threatening.

"You don't scare me, big guy," he said, glaring up at Yuri. "I've been to hell and back. Nothing moves me anymore."

Yuri bent over and looked him in the eye. "You haven't been to my hell. Continue running your mouth like that, and you'll go there much sooner than you expect."

Jacob swallowed his next words, frowning in an attempt to mask his fear.

"Why is the Irish messing with us?" I asked him, curious to hear his response, given his position in the gang.

"Are you kidding? We're messing with you ?" He raised his brows in disbelief. "Last time I checked, you killed more than half of my people in a bloody gunfight, and we're the bad guys?"

"You started that fight," Yuri said to him. "As you've always done in times past."

"Blame the Irish. How convenient." His sarcasm couldn't be any less subtle. "It's the Bratva that's messing with us, not the other way around," he concluded.

I watched him closely but didn't say another word. Jacob sounded like he meant what he was saying about my organization being the villain in his story. He seemed very convinced that they were the victims here and we were the troublemakers. Niall Donovan had done a good job at brainwashing his men if all of them shared the same ideology as Jacob.

This feud between us had been ongoing for years now, bloodshed after bloodshed, and even though I could go on and on, I still cared about the lives of my men. It wasn't worth it, wasting their lives unnecessarily, but the Irish wouldn't stop coming at us. After every battle, they always recorded more losses than us, yet they kept coming back for more like the mindless animals that they were.

While still attending to Jacob, I caught a familiar scent that momentarily diverted my attention. I knew she was loitering somewhere around, probably eavesdropping. I saw her toes sticking out from behind the wall at the half-open door. I'd recognize those beautifully manicured feet anytime, anywhere.

"How long do you intend to keep standing there for?" I asked, facing the front door.

"What?" Jacob asked, squinting in confusion.

"Not you, idiot," Yuri said, slapping the back of his head.

"I know you're there, Sierra. I can see your feet," I said without looking away from her direction.

"Fuck," I heard her whisper under her breath and I smirked as she swiftly pulled back her feet.

It took a moment before she finally revealed herself by the door. She looked so innocent and sexy at the same time. Her alluring legs were calling out to me as the short flare skirt she had on exposed her thighs. She was wearing a white crop top, which showed off her flat tummy and beautiful belly button.

I felt my third leg kick in my pants as I watched her try to avoid eye contact with me. Sierra was looking everywhere but my face. So timid, so shy, yet so sexy.

"Lock him in one of our old warehouses. We'll deal with him later," I instructed Yuri.

He nodded and grabbed Jacob by the collar. "Get up, you're coming with me."

As Yuri dragged him out of my office, I clenched my fists in rage as I caught Jacob staring at my wife. He had his eyes fixed on her, but the expression on his face was blank. She was gorgeous, so it was logical that even a mindless beast like Jacob would find her attractive. But it infuriated me that he was gawking at her in that manner. I was tempted to pull out my gun and end the fucker's life.

Sierra, the shy and na?ve girl she was, kept her eyes on the floor the entire time Jacob stared at her. She didn't raise her head until they had left the office and Yuri shut the door behind them.

Once we were alone, I got out of my chair and walked over to the front of my desk. "Come closer."

She lifted her eyes at me and did as instructed, stepping forward with her head down.

I grabbed her arms and pulled her to myself until her breasts were pressing against my chest. "Look at me." I raised her chin, forcing her eyes to meet mine. "Curiosity was what got you into this situation in the first place. I don't want you eavesdropping on my conversations. Do you understand?"

She nodded quickly. "I'm sorry…. I didn't mean to."

I pulled her head closer to me. "Ohh, but you did."

She jerked, slightly moaning as my hand slid down to massage her butt.

"I don't want you sticking your nose in business. Abide by this simple rule, and you'll be fine; break it, and things can get really ugly." I leaned forward and, in a soft tone, said, "You don't want that…do you?"

She shook her head, breathing heavily as I stared into her eyes. She wanted me; I could see it in her gaze and the way her body was subtly brushing against mine.

I ran my thumb over her lower lip without breaking eye contact, and moments later, I inserted it into her mouth. Sierra gently sucked on it as my other hand went under her skirt. Her body shuddered as my finger caressed her thighs before settling on her panties.

I smirked upon the realization that she was already wet. Instantly, I turned her around, bending her over my table as she yelped at the sudden move. Lifting the hem of her skirt, I pulled down her panties and spanked her butt cheeks. She moaned. The struggle with my zipper didn't take much time, and soon, I withdrew my cock and plunged into her pussy from behind.

Her moan was louder upon my thrust, and I pulled on her hair while fucking her vigorously. My groin was slapping against her ass as I continued to slam that cunt. Sierra's entrance was becoming more and more slippery by the second. Her moans were charging me up, prompting me to go harder and faster.

She wasn't a virgin anymore, meaning I didn't have to hold back or be gentle with her. For some reason, I believed that she wanted it rough and hard, even though she didn't say anything like that. Her moans were evidence enough of how much she was enjoying it.

I spanked her butt over and over until the spot turned red. I did it again and heard her whisper, "Yes." Pressing her head against the table, I continued to plunge into her, each thrust harder than the one before.

I wanted to change positions, but her sweetness had trapped me, and I couldn't stop fucking her.

She raked her nails into my table in a bid to curtail her pleasure, and with a hand, she covered her own mouth when her moans were transitioning into screams. She was loving it and kept going on and on.

With a loud grunt and faster thrusts, I began climaxing, and in a short while, I exploded inside her warm, tight pussy, filling it up with my load. Gradually, her screams died down, and we were out of breath.

I pulled away and buried my cock back into my pants. She pulled up her panties, adjusted her skirt, and faced me, looking like she had something on her mind.

"Spill," I said, buckling back my belt.

"Don't get mad," she began, "I just need a favor."

I paused and stared at her in silence.

"Can you please let me contact my family and friends?" She rubbed her palms together, pleading with her eyes. "They'll be worried sick about me—especially my mother."

I still didn't say a word, just watched her beg, unsure whether I'd grant her this request.

"I know that I am bound to you by law and by blood," she continued. "But please, I just want them to know I'm alright. I'm begging you, Artem. Please ." She stepped forward. "I promise I'll be on my best behavior; I'll do anything you want. Just please, let me talk to them."

I thought for a moment; she had been a good wife so far and had never requested anything. "Fine," I said, finally agreeing to grant her this favor. "I'll get you a phone."

Sierra let out a sigh of relief, and her eyes shut with a reflexive move. "Thank you."

"Don't thank me yet," I said. "Your call will be monitored. So, don't try anything stupid."

She looked me dead in the eyes. "I won't. I promise."