Chapter Twenty-Eight

Three Months Later

Being the Pakhan"s wife isn"t as bad as you would think, especially with Lenya leading. Unlike his father, Lenya treats his men with respect, even though he can be merciless when necessary. I am proud of the leader he is growing into.

As Lenya focuses on his responsibilities as the Pakhan, I have settled into a routine of my own, focused on raising our two boys. Despite Dmitriy's eagerness to join the Bratva, I decided to enroll him in school. Lenya agreed, acknowledging that education is crucial for our fourteen-year-old syn's (son"s) future. I want him to have options even though I know the bratva is where he will end up.

Meanwhile, Vasya is growing at an astonishing rate and is already five months old. It's incredible to witness his development and see him thriving under our care. Being a mother to these two boys brings me immense joy and purpose. And I can't wait to have more children with Lenya. He is an amazing father, he proves to me everyday that even the most dangerous man can be soft for his children.

With everything that has happened, Lenya has made sure I can defend myself if needed. Though I am hardly ever in a position where I am alone. Either Lenya is with me, or someone from the Bratva is nearby.

"Though no other man will ever get this close to you again. You should still be able to do it, lyubov (love)."

Unfortunately, as Lenya's wife, I have learned many things, including the importance of self-defense. Lenya understands that in his position, danger is always lurking, and being prepared is crucial. He has taken it upon himself to ensure my protection, even going as far as training me himself in knife skills and hand to hand combat.

As my blade glints in the sunlight, I feel so many things. On one hand, there is a sense of empowerment, knowing that I can defend myself and my children if the need were to arise. There is also a hint of unease, a reminder of the dangers that come with being associated with the Bratva.

But despite the risks, I find solace in Lenya's fierce commitment to our family's safety. He may be a ruthless leader when necessary, but he never loses sight of the importance of respect and loyalty. It is this balance that makes me proud to be his zhena (wife) and the mother of our children.

As Lenya and I continue our training session, I can't help but feel grateful for the life we have built together. Yes, it may come with challenges and risks, but with Lenya's leadership, I know we are heading in the right direction.

"Tsvetok (Flower), it is important for you to start by leading with your dominant foot." Lenya lets out a frustrated sigh as I once again lunge forward on my left leg, causing me to stumble and get tripped up.

As a result of the intense heat, I am drenched in sweat and my shirt clings uncomfortably to my skin. Exhausted, I collapse onto the mat, allowing my body to sink down as I rest my elbows on my knees and focus on taking in deep, calming breaths. "So. Out. Of. Shape." I pant, looking up at him. Shirtless and wearing shorts, Lenya hovers over me. His body is only coated in sweat because of the hot temperature outside, because he is definitely not out of shape. The man is built like a fucking God. He falls to his knees in front of me, his hands gripping underneath my knees as he draws me closer.

This is my chance to put my newly acquired skills to use and I am taking full advantage of it. With a sudden burst of energy, I lunge forward and forcefully push him onto his back. In a dominant position, I straddle his waist while keeping my blade pressed against his neck. As his sly grin stretches across his face, a wave of intense longing washes over me, leaving me wet and craving his touch.

"Tsvetok (Flower), are you flirting with me? You know how turned on I get when blood is involved. You want me to fuck you right here?" Lenya grabs ahold of my hips and thrusts up into me. His hard cock presses against my pussy, only the thin fabric of his short and my leggings keeping us from being one.

I gasp at Lenya's bold words, feeling a surge of desire course through me. The intensity of our training sessions has ignited a different kind of passion between us. My body reacts instinctively to his touch, my blade still dangerously close to his neck.

But as much as I want him, I know we can't give in to our desires right here and now. I quickly pull back, regaining my composure. "Lenya, not here," I manage to say, my voice filled with longing. "We need to focus on my training. I need to get this right."

Lenya's grip on my hips tightens, his breath ragged. He gazes up at me, his eyes burning with desire. "I can't help it, Tsvetok (Flower)," he whispers, his voice husky and low. "You drive me crazy. And you"re straddling me. But you're right, we need to finish your training."

He releases his grip and I climb off him, helping him up from the ground. We both take a moment to catch our breaths and compose ourselves. The tension between us is palpable, but we know we have to prioritize my training.

With a determined look, Lenya stands back up and offers me a hand. "Let's get back to it," he says, his voice filled with a hint of longing. "You'll lead with your dominant foot this time, Tsvetok (Flower). We'll get it right."

I nod, grateful for his understanding. As we resume my training, my mind and body still yearn for him, but I channel that desire into my movements, focusing on improving my technique.

The tension between us remains palpable. Every movement we make, every exchange of blows, carries an underlying current of desire. With each strike, each parry, I channel my longing into my technique, striving to perfect my form. Lenya, too, shows unwavering focus in every move he makes. We push each other, urging one another to push ourselves to the limit.

With sweat dripping down our faces and our bodies aching from the exertion, we reach a point where our training session ends. We stand there, catching our breaths, the longing still lingering in the air between us.

Lenya looks at me, his eyes filled with a mixture of admiration and desire. "That's my girl. You did well," he says, his voice tinged with a hint of lust. "But there's something we need to take care of."

I nod, knowing what he's referring to. Lenya scoops me up, tossing me over his shoulder and carries me into the house. Vasya is down for his nap and Dmitriy is in his room playing some video games. Lenya and I can have some uninterrupted time together.

Lenya carries me through the kitchen and dining room, anticipation runs through me. I can feel the intensity of our connection growing with each step. We both know that there is only one thing that will quell the desire between us.

As we enter our bedroom, Lenya gently sets me down, his touch sending shivers down my spine. The air crackles with electricity, and I can see the hunger in his eyes, mirroring my own. We have been dancing around this tension for far too long.

We stand there for a moment, our bodies close but not touching, the silence heavy with unspoken words. Lenya takes a deep breath, his voice filled with longing and urgency. "I can't ignore this any longer," he says, his voice husky. "I need to be inside of you."

Lenya takes a step closer, reaching out his hand to brush against my cheek gently. The touch sends a jolt of pleasure through me, and I lean into his touch, craving more. "I've tried to fight it," he admits, his voice filled with raw honesty. "But being near you, training with you, moya lyubov (my love), you are impossible to resist."

I let out a shaky breath, my desire bubbling to the surface. "I feel the same way," I confess, my voice barely above a whisper.

With that admission, the floodgates open. Our lips crash together in a passionate, desperate kiss. The unleashing of the desire we"ve been holding back makes it seem as if the world around us fades away. Our bodies meld together, the heat and intensity consuming us.

Lenya picks me up and carries me over to our bed. "I have to have you."

"I am yours, Lenya. All of me." I hiss as he grabs onto my ponytail tugging at it.

"Da (Yes) and I will have all of you, Lina." Lenya's free hand glides down my waist and over my ass. "All. Of. You."

I tense under his touch. My mind flashes back to Ivan and the way he used me. "Lenya, I—," my voice trembles slightly, I know I shouldn't be nervous, but I am.

As his lips gently press against my neck, he alternates between delicate pecks and passionate kisses, creating a sensation that not only distracts me from the haunting memories but also brings immense pleasure. Lenya let go of my hair, and his hands moved to the hem of my shirt, tugging it upwards. "Lift your arms for me, malyshka (baby). We are going to go get cleaned up so I can dirty you up again."

Lenya gets us undressed and under the hot spray of the shower in record time. He washes himself quickly, then moves to wash my body. Once the soap runs clear from my body, he pulls me into him, capturing my lips with his. Lenya's hand travels down my stomach. The pad of his thumb brushes over my clit, sending a shock deep into my core.

"Are you wet for me, Tsvetok (Flower)? Is my pussy ready for me to take it?" His middle finger slips inside my entrance, so wet and ready to take all of him. He pumps his fingers inside of me a few times before withdrawing them. Lenya's finger lightly grazes my back hole, his lips back on mine.

"Relax, moya zhena (my wife)." Lenya murmurs against my lips, and I feel the tension I am holding ease a little. I reach behind us to turn the water off. Exiting the shower, I dry off quickly. Lenya looks at me like a predator, hunger burning in his eyes.

My heart yearns fervently for him to chase after me, to possess me forcefully, and to once again be completely his. I turn to him, biting my lip, trying to find the words to vocalize what I want. What I need from him.

"I want you…to take it. I need you to take it back. To chase me, to catch me and fuck me. Make me only yours again, in every way." My breaths are deep and labored as the words flow from my lips. "Can you do that, moy lev (my lion)? Do you understand what I need?"

"Da (Yes), I understand. I'll do whatever you want me to, malyshka (baby)." Lenya licks his lips like a starved lion, waiting for the moment to pounce. The steam dissipates in the room and it's so silent you can almost hear the beating of our hearts.

Before I get second thoughts, I turn and run. I hear Lenya's deep chuckle behind me. I make it to the doors of his office, but Lenya is right behind me, covering my mouth with his hand. Flush against his chest, he brings his lips to my ear. "Did you think you could outrun me, Kalina?"

With gentle yet fervent passion, he traces a trail of rough kisses along the contours of my neck, slowly ascending towards the sensitive area behind my ear. "Fight me," he demands, his voice filled with a raspy intensity that sends shivers down my spine.

I kick my legs out, struggling against Lenya's firm grip. My heart pounds in my chest as I desperately try to break free, but his strength is overpowering. The scent of him fills my nostrils, mixing with the adrenaline coursing through my veins.

His lips leave a burning trail as he continues to explore my neck, leaving me breathless and disoriented. The intensity in his voice sends a chill down my spine, awakening a strange mix of fear and desire within me.

But I"m not giving in to his dominance. Summoning every ounce of strength, I gather my courage and twist my body, breaking free from his grasp. Gasping for air, I stumble towards the bed, my heart racing.

The sound of his laughter echoes in the air, mocking my feeble attempt at escape. "Wrong way, Tsvetok (Flower)? You should have run to the door. Now you"re all mine."

He closes the distance between us. I step backward until the back of my knees hit the edge of the mattress. His hand comes between us and firmly circles my throat. He doesn't take away my oxygen but lets me know he is in control now. My breaths come out in short bursts. I love seeing him like this. My mind wanders to the first time he ever touched me. How alive my body felt.

"Lenya," I say, but he cuts me off.

"Give me a safe word, Lina. If you say it, everything stops."

"Red," it's the only thing I can think of at the moment. Something easy that I can say even in the heat of the moment.

"If you say red, malyshka (baby), I will stop. But unless I hear you say it, I will keep going. Even if you say stop, I won't. Ponimat'? (Understand?)" Lenya tilts my head up and I stare into his eyes.

"Da, ya ponimayu. (Yes, I understand.)" I say, feeling nervous, but I have never felt more safe than when I am with him.

I can"t help but notice a remarkable change in Lenya"s behavior as if someone has flipped a switch and his gentle nature has vanished. The presence of Lenya is overpowering and primal. But as scared as I am, there's a part of me that is exhilarated by his dominance. It's a side of him I don't get to see often, and it ignites a fire within me. I trust him completely, knowing that he would never truly hurt me.

His grip tightens around my throat, and a surge of adrenaline rushes through my veins. I can feel the power he holds over me, and it both terrifies and excites me. My body responds to his touch, craving his control.

I try to speak, but his hand on my throat silences me. He wants me to embrace this new dynamic between us, to surrender to his desires. And deep down, I want to. I want to explore this side of myself, to let go of inhibitions and experience the intensity of his dominance.

Lenya flips me around and pushes me face down into the mattress. My lower half hangs off the edge of the bed, where Lenya gets a full view of my exposed pussy. I'm so wet, I can feel my arousal dripping down my thighs. "You're so fucking perfect, Lina. God designed this body specifically for me." The head of his cock is at my entrance, pushing in slowly.

My thighs being pressed together makes it so much tighter, allowing me to feel every single inch of him as he slides in against the resistance. "Oh, blyat (fuck)," I moan and wince at the same time.

"This is only your pussy, Tsvetok (Flower)." He groans, slamming all of his cock into me. He leans forward, resting his chest on my back, pinning me down. "Your ass is going to be even tighter."

I tense at his words.

He thrusts into me with such force that each impact pushes me deeper into the mattress. The weight of him on top of me makes it hard to breathe, my lungs burning with each breath. I strain against him, attempting to free myself from the weight of his heavy body. "That's it, Tsvetok (Flower), fight me. Try to break free, though I don't think you want to. You like it when your muzh (husband) uses you. Don't you, malyshka (baby)?" I moan as he pulls out and slams back into me, jutting me forward.

The force behind Lenya's thrusts is so strong they cause me to cry out. Lenya cups his hand over my mouth, "Net (No), we wouldn't want to worry our syns (son"s)." He takes two of his fingers and shoves them into my mouth. "Suck," he growls, "suck them like they are my cock."

I do as he says, sucking on his fingers, running my tongue in between them. "Takaya khoroshaya devochka. Ne tak li, Kalina? (Such a good girl. Aren't you Kalina?)" He groans as I nod my head, sucking on them harder. The orgasm building deep in my core spreads warmth through my belly, and in my pussy.

I'm on the edge. My walls pulse around him, waiting for that last moment where it all breaks. Lenya removes his fingers from my mouth, brings his hand between us, and eases a fingertip into my back hole.

"Ah," I wince at the intrusion. I clench around him as he pushes his finger further into me.

"Not wet enough," he groans, easing his finger in and out. I feel his cock withdraw from my pussy and my mind swarms with thoughts. His fingers withdraw and he moves away from the bed. Hearing his bedside drawer open and close, I feel him again. The click of a lid opening and the cold sensation of liquid dripping down my ass and down my pussy has me shiver.

Breathe, Lina.

The head of Lenya's cock rests at my back hole. With no further warning, he forcefully enters me. It hurts, the burning sensation consuming me, the lubrication only helping slightly. I close my eyes as the tears form. I pant as he pushes more of his cock inside of me. Lenya stops and lets me adjust for a moment, showing me he isn't a monster. His tone changes briefly. "Breathe, malyshka (baby). Push back into me."

"Net (No), you take me…" I do everything to relax for him.

"Blyat! (Fuck!)" He grabs my wrists in his grip, pinning them above my head. Even with the resistance, he slides the rest of the way in. "So fucking tight." His moans fill the room as he draws back and eases back in.

Slowly, the pain goes away, and I fully relax. I even enjoy the feeling. A muffled moan escapes my lips and I can feel Lenya"s lips on my shoulder. "Harder," I whimper as he pulls back. "Fuck me harder, Lenya."

Lenya growls, thrusting, and speaks in broken sentences. "This." grunt. "Fucking ass." slam. "Belongs to me." slam. "You are fucking mine, Lina. All of you. Every inch of your body, your heart, all of it is mine."

I feel him still inside of me, his cum filling my ass. I pant as I feel him pull out, and then flip me onto my back. He drops to his knees at the edge of the bed, burying his face between my thighs. Lenya's tongue ravages my clit, and it only takes mere moments to bring me to the edge.

"Blyat (Fuck)," I scream as my orgasm crests and I thrust my hips into his face. With a fistful of his hair in my grasp, I ride out my orgasm on his tongue.

He pulls back, settling onto his haunches with a soft thud. "Are you okay, moya lyubov (my love)? I didn't hurt you, did I?"

‘My sweet, caring muzh (husband) is back. I smile, sitting up. "Net (No), only the way I wanted you to."

As I sink into the tub, I can feel the warm water easing the tension in my muscles. Once we were done, Lenya hurriedly took a shower and ensured the tub was ready for me. He gently carried me into the bathroom and carefully lowered me into the scalding hot water.

The sound of the door to our room opening and closing fills the air. The footsteps reverberate, their echoes growing louder as they approach the bathroom. Lenya emerges, his face lit up with a radiant smile. "Vasya is still sleeping and Dima is reading in his room." He makes his way over to the tub, dropping to sit. With a sense of relief, he declares, "It"s your turn now. I can dedicate my full attention to you."

I feel a rush of gratitude as Lenya settles beside the tub, his presence bringing a sense of comfort and solace. The warmth of the water envelops me, soothing my tired body and calming my restless mind. Moments like these remind me of the unwavering love and support we share.

I lean back, closing my eyes. I let the worries of the day slip away. The sound of Lenya's gentle breathing, his hand reaching out to hold mine, creates a serene ambiance that washes over me. In this moment, there is nothing else but the two of us, united by an unbreakable bond.

I can't help but admire Lenya's selflessness. Despite his exhaustion, he always puts my needs first, ensuring my comfort and well-being. Lenya's presence beside me, his genuine joy at being able to focus solely on me, fills me with deep love. In a world that often demands so much from us, having someone who cherishes and prioritizes our well-being is a rare gift.

As I soak in the warm water, I can't help but reflect on the beauty of our love. It's not just the grand gestures or extravagant displays of affection that matter, but the simple acts of kindness and thoughtfulness that truly define our bond. It's knowing that we would do anything for each other. In this quiet moment, surrounded by love and warmth, I am reminded of how fortunate I am to have Lenya by my side.

Together, we navigate life's challenges, finding solace in the small moments of connection and care. As the world outside fades away, I am filled with a deep sense of contentment, knowing that when I am in Lenya's arms, I am cherished and loved unconditionally.