Arranged Bratva Love

Aurora

I floated.

Staring up at the ceiling, the water carried me as if I was weightless. With my hands resting on my stomach, my mind started to wander.

After attacking the punching bag, Slavik had taken me to our room and made love to me for the remainder of the night. It had been glorious. I smiled at the memory alone. His hands all over my body. His lips on mine. His dick filling me.

Each time even better than the last. I hadn’t wanted him to stop.

When the morning came, we had no choice but to leave the hotel room and head back to his city.

We’d been back a week. My birthday was next week, and he’d given no mention of even knowing. Did he know?

My birthday had never been a big deal back home with my family. There were usually some presents and a few cards. Never a party. No one wanted to celebrate my birthday.

Taking a deep breath, I spread my arms out, allowing the feeling to completely consume me.

This morning, I’d woken up and vomited. Slavik had been there to rub my back. He’d promised to spend the day with me, but a call had him leaving. Something big was going down at work, and I knew it caused him great concern, but he refused to talk about it. I was there for him regardless. Whatever it was, he could handle it.

Left alone with nothing to do, with my thoughts, my attention had caught on the calendar. As my sickness started to abate, realization dawned. The morning sickness, the sensitivity to smells. It was all related.

Pregnant.

I had to be. It was the only logical explanation.

Only, I didn’t know how to go about getting a pregnancy test without alerting my guard or my husband.

I needed to know the answer.

Would Slavik be happy? Would he stop being attentive? Was this new closeness with him a ploy to get into my pants more often?

My mind was ruining everything in my head, driving me crazy with not knowing. I couldn’t stand the thought of Slavik only using me for sex. I knew he had a duty to get me pregnant, but for now, I did feel selfish in only wanting to enjoy the two of us together.

A baby though.

My hands returned to my stomach. I’d be able to have a child to love and to cherish it in every single way my parents had failed me. I’d never fail my child. If it was a boy, would Slavik allow me to … be there? Would he take our son away from me? My daughter?

Tears filled my eyes, and I gritted my teeth.

I needed to clarify our position, or at the very least, my position in our child’s future. This shouldn’t be something I found out now. There was no way I wasn’t pregnant. The sickness had to be explained that way.

Releasing my arms, I stared up at the ceiling. I couldn’t spend all day floating my troubles away.

Arms wrapped around me, dragging me down into the water. I screamed, water filling my mouth.

I flailed against the arms, but they let me go the moment I started to struggle. Breaking free of the water, I turned to find Slavik, a smile on his face.

Coughing out the water, I slapped him on the chest. “Don’t do that again.”

“I couldn’t help it. You didn’t even hear me come in, did you?”

“No.”

I pushed my hair back, glancing around to find the guard who’d recently been assigned to me gone.

“Any news on Gus?” I asked.

“He’s recovering still.” Due to the extent of his wounds, a short stint in rehab had been needed. I’d been unaware he’d been shot in the hip, and the damage alone meant he was having to learn to walk again. The surgery had gone well in repairing him. Slavik usually gave me updates.

“Good. That’s good. Do you think we should send him a gift basket?” I hated that someone was hurt because of me.

“I’ve taken care of it. A man like Gus doesn’t want a gift basket.”

“What did you get him?”

Slavik’s brow rose. “Do you really need me to say it?”

“No.” Women.

Slavik smiled, and it wasn’t an I’m-about-to-murder-you smile. This was an actual, genuine smile. Not scary. He wrapped his arms around me, and I didn’t fight him as he pulled me close. “Do you want to tell me why you’re all alone in the pool?”

“You’d be pissed if I took my new guy.”

“True.” He ran his hands down my back to my waist. I didn’t notice a difference in my stomach. He pulled me close, and I felt the hard ridge of his cock. “Do you have any idea how much I’ve thought about you today?”

He went to the strap of my one-piece bathing suit. My mouth went dry as he lowered it. I didn’t put up a fight as he pushed it past my breasts, going down my body until it was at my waist. He guided it past my hips. Once in the water, it fell slowly to the pool bottom, and I stepped out of it. Slavik dipped beneath, picking it up, and threw it across the pool for it to land on the edge. “You can put that back on later.”

Glancing in the water, I saw he was already naked.

“How did you get in?”

“I’m trained to go undetected.” He lifted me up in the water. “Put me inside you.”

Even as my face heated, I reached between us, holding his cock. I placed it at my entrance like he’d shown me to do recently. He sank me onto his cock, and we both groaned. The sounds echoed around the room.

With each inch, I gripped his shoulders, holding on as he took me.

“Look at me,” he said with a growl.

Opening my eyes, I gave him my full attention with a moan.

“Fuck, yes. I love the way your cunt feels around my dick. I can’t get enough of you, Aurora. I’m tempted to start taking you back to work with me so I can have you whenever I damn well choose.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist as he pounded inside me.

Pleasure rushed through me, and I kissed him, not wanting this to end.

All my troubles faded as I focused on my husband. The impossible man I was falling for. No doubt about it in my mind. I was loving this man in ways I didn’t think possible. He wasn’t nice, nor was he easy. He infuriated me, and at times I knew I hated him, but I couldn’t get enough of him.

Up and down, he guided me over his length.

“I want to feel you come all over my cock.” He moved us through the waves until my back pressed up against the side of the pool. “Touch your pussy. Let me feel you come all over my dick.”

This always made me feel a little embarrassed. I slid my hand between us, touching my clit. I stroked the bud and gasped.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Slavik’s moan was deep, guttural, turning me on as his cock seemed to pulse and get bigger within me.

“That’s it, baby, fuck, yeah, finger your pussy. Let me feel you come. You like my cock, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I said, moaning.

“That’s right.”

As I played with my pussy, he started to shallowly stroke within my body. Each thrust driving my arousal higher.

I fingered my clit, staring into his eyes. Held by his gaze, not wanting to move as I worked my body, bringing myself closer and closer to that glorious peak. When I came, Slavik held my hips, slamming deep inside me. It was like my pussy had something to hold on to and he fed it.

Driving in deep, fucking me, taking me.

I couldn’t get enough. I didn’t want him to stop. The pleasure was out of this world.

The moment I stopped, Slavik turned into an animal, fucking me with all his might, driving in deep, consuming me, taking me. Each hard thrust of his cock turned me on. I had no choice but to hold on as he took me.

I wanted this more than anything.

He slammed inside me. His grip was so tight it would leave bruises. I felt his hardness kick as he filled me with more of his cum.

This was why I knew I had to be pregnant. We didn’t use protection. We never had.

Slavik kissed my lips. “I’ve been thinking about doing that all day.”

“In the pool?”

“No. I imagined you in our bed.”

My heart fluttered whenever he would talk about us. We, our. I liked it.

“We got the pool dirty.”

“I own the building. I can pay for them to clean it.”

“I don’t know if people are going to like us constantly closing off rooms to them.” The other day, Slavik had found me in the gym. My weight-loss goal had come back in full force since we returned. He’d distracted me by taking me over the bench, on my knees. There had been a full mirror in front of us, and as he took me, he made me watch.

“Do I need to remind you not to care about what people think?” he asked. “I’m the only one who matters in your world.”

I touched his cheek. “You are the only one that matters.”