Chapter 10 - Igor

I drag Arina down the hallway and into our suite. I let her go and turn toward the door, locking it.

"Igor, wait…" she says.

"Wait, nothing. You don't tell me what to do, Arina," I snap, finally turning around to face her. I glare at her. "We are Bratva. Do you know what that means?"

"You're Mafia," she says.

"We are more than Mafia. Nobody messes with us because we are strong. We are loyal to our family, and that makes us strong. What you did down there made me look weak. It is your job to make me look good, do you understand?"

"Like a trophy wife?" she asks. "Is that all I am? I thought I was here to learn the ropes."

"You are," I hiss. "But until you learn what that means, you must keep quiet and out of the way. What if I'd been too slow to stop Matvey? Do you know I would have to kill my own brother because of that?"

She backs off slightly as I take a step toward her. Something about her retreating stirs a primal feeling within me.

It's sexy.

"You answer to me, and your actions are a reflection on this family," I growl as I advance toward her.

"Those boys were orphans. Desperate lives lead to desperate choices," she says, backing away slowly.

"People who cross this family cannot be so easily forgiven," I say as she backs up against the floor-to-ceiling shatterproof window.

"You crossed me," she says quietly. "You forced me to marry you against my wishes. Should I not forgive you so easily?"

"So, you forgive me then?" I ask as I stand in front of her, putting a hand on the window to the right of her head.

"Not if that's not how the family does things," she breathes. I can see a thin bead of sweat run down her neck.

There is definitely a heat between our bodies—an undeniable attraction.

"But if I forgive these two, you will forgive me?" I ask, leaning in.

She looks up at me with heavy eyes, and the blue in them sparkles more now than ever.

I can feel my cock stiffen in my suit pants.

"I… don't know…" she says hesitantly. She licks her lips, and I, in turn, lick mine. I feel parched now, and she looks like an ice-cold cocktail.

"Do you want to forgive me?" I whisper, leaning forward, our faces inches apart.

"I…" she breathes before I capture her lips with my own, and with that, I crush my body against hers, letting her feel my desire for her. I feel intoxicated.

She puts her hands on my chest, but she doesn't push me away, so I hold her hips and slide my tongue into her mouth. Everything about me feels oversized compared to her petite but curvy frame.

I slide my hands up and down her sides before I grab the ends of her shirt and slowly slide it up and off her body. She stands there, breathing hard, only in her red, satin bra.

She licks her lips again, and I kiss her, my hands coming up to her breasts to tease them through the soft fabric. There are no words to explain what happens to me when she moans into my mouth.

I press her against the cool glass of the window, and she shudders, probably from how cold it is.

"Igor," she groans as we break the kiss. I kiss her neck, licking and biting at the skin as I undo the buttons on my shirt and pull it off, tossing it to the side and baring my chest to her. She runs her hands along my pecks and up to my neck.

"Arina," I growl before I lower myself and bury my head in her breasts, making love to the tender flesh. I reach behind her and unhook her bra in one swift movement.

She shivers as she lets it drop between us.

I capture the nipple of her left breast between my teeth as I tease her right nipple with my deft fingers. I suck on the nipple, feeling it swell in my mouth, erect like my cock.

She runs her hands through my hair and groans, squirming under my touch.

My hands find their way to the top of her pants and work them down her body.

"The window…" she breathes.

"Let them see…" I murmur, kneeling in front of her and kissing down her stomach, nipping at her flesh.

I hook my fingers in her underwear and pull them down to her ankles.

"Put your left leg over my shoulder," I command.

She doesn't hesitate to do so.

I bury myself in her wet pussy, licking and slurping her juices. She grips my head, probably so she doesn't fall over, but hopefully because of the pleasure.

I find her swollen clit and twirl my tongue around it in quick motions before just as quickly using my tongue to make sweeping motions over it. Teasing her and making her tense. She groans, and I can feel her right leg begin to shake. I hold her in place. "Relax against the glass. It won't break."

She leans back, and I push my tongue inside of her. She tastes like heaven, a perfect musky tart taste.

She rolls her hips as I dip my tongue in and out of her. I keep this up until her hips are rocking back and forth, and I sense she's ready.

I slide her leg off my shoulder and get back to my feet. Her hands instantly fly to my pants, and she rubs my rock-hard cock through the fabric before she looks up at me and undoes the pants, letting them fall to the floor.

She kisses me. "My turn."

I watch as she kisses down my tattooed chest, down my hard belly. She pulls my briefs down, and my dick springs up in front of her like a jack in the box.

She wraps her petite hand around it, and it looks monstrous in size compared.

She tentatively licks the tip, and I put both hands on the glass in front of me, closing my eyes.

Her tongue swirls around the head like an artist drawing a perfect circle. My body tenses as she wraps her lips around my erection and slowly sucks.

My hips buck slightly, and she puts a hand on each of my legs and starts bobbing her head up and down, breathing hard.

I move my hips with her movement, enjoying the warm and wet feel of her mouth around my cock. I let her go on for almost a minute before I feel my balls tensing, and then I tangle my hand in her hair and stop her.

She looks up at me as she releases my cock, and I help her up. I spin her around and press her against the glass of the window, pulling her hips out slightly. With one hand on her hip, I use my other hand to guide my cock until I'm ready to push into her.

Her pussy stretches over my dick and almost sucks it in, encompassing it in a warm, wet heavenly cove.

I push until I'm in her fully, and then I stop to bite her shoulder and kiss my way to her neck.

She's breathing hard, her hands against the glass overlooking the city.

I pull out slowly and then push back in.

She groans and drops her head forward, her hair hanging in her face as she pushes back against me, meeting me in my slow rhythm.

I feel like all hell is going to break loose, but I want to remain in control.

"Please…" she gasps out. "Don't… stop…"

I pump my hips again and again. I build up a slow rhythm, in and out.

Arina tips her head back. "Yes."

I watch her with hooded eyes, leaning down to kiss her neck.

I see her reach between her legs and then stop, putting her hand back.

"Do you want to touch yourself?" I murmur.

She looks over her shoulder, biting her lip. "It helps…"

I push deeply into her and reach around her, fingering her clit. "Like this?" I ask quietly.

She arches her back. "Yes."

"Interesting," I say with a smile. I start to move my hips again, this time while I finger her swollen nub.

She moves her hips hard, and a wet slapping sound fills the air around us. There is electricity between us, and I can feel my pleasure building.

I pull out of her and turn her around, lifting her leg and guiding myself back into her.

She holds onto my shoulders as she moves with me. Her sultry eyes are heavy with a burning passion.

I kiss her hungrily, and it drives me to move my hips more quickly.

She breaks the kiss. "Harder," she gasps out the word.

I move my hips harder, pressing her against the window as I move.

She reaches between us and fingers herself while I move, her eyes trained on mine as she breathes heavily out her mouth, her pert lips parted.

I grunt. "I'm close. Make yourself cum with me, baby."

She pants hard as she moves her fingers with our thrusts. Her free hand is on my shoulder, and her nails dig into my skin. I breathe heavily through my mouth as I angle myself to hit that spot.

"Oh fuck," she cries out. She stops fingering herself to hold onto my shoulders, rocking her hips as her pussy clenches around my erection.

I push myself deep inside of her and release my seed.

She shudders, and I kiss her hungrily.

After a few moments of breathing heavily, I pull out of her and make sure she's steady on her feet.

"I should shower," she murmurs.

"I'll join you," I say quickly.

"No," she says, looking up at me. "I… need some time."

She kneels and gathers her clothes before going to our room.

I let out a frustrated sigh and pull up my underwear and pants before I go and pour myself a shot of whiskey.

I thought being with her would be like scratching an itch—that it would be over, and my feelings would calm down—but if anything, being with her has driven me even wilder.

I want to possess her in every sense of the word, but now it seems like she regrets us being together. This is fucking frustrating.

I down my whiskey before I get dressed again.

There's a knock at the door, and I call out. "It's open."

Matvey walks in and stands at the door.

"Don't hover, I fucking hate that. Say your piece and be done with it."

"Can I speak freely?" he asks, sniffing the air. He clearly smells the sex.

"Yes," I say.

"Your wife shouldn't have interrupted what was a business meeting and a business decision. They will see us as weak if we bow to a woman's will." Matvey looks at me seriously. "We should have killed both those boys. Your wife is going to have to get used to seeing blood."

"My wife is strong-willed but will learn where she fits in with everyone. You need to give her time to learn. If you ever try to strike her again, I'll put a bullet in your kneecap. You should learn rather quickly."

Matvey nods. "Yes, Igor."

"Don't disappoint me. Make sure Liam and Christopher don't run off and that they pay their debt. If they don't, you can have your way." I motion for him to leave.

I hear the water running in the shower, and I almost want to barge in and get in the shower, whether she wants me to or not, but I feel like that will only drive her further away.

I hate this feeling.