Bratva Baby

Chapter Two

Dimitri

She didn’t want me to touch her.

She wanted me to touch her.

Poor beautiful Sophia really had no idea what she wanted. But then again I had a feeling she had never really known what she wanted her entire life. That was fine. I was more than willing to let her know what she needed. What would make her happy.

Settling myself into the chair by the window I stretched my legs out in front of me, my eyes hooded as I took her in standing there, naked on the rug.

She hadn’t moved. Not a muscle. She just stood there looking at her feet with the dress hanging limply from the hanger in her hands.

It gave me the chance to look at her properly. To take in her nakedness and memorise it.

She was as beautiful naked as I knew she would be. Tanned skin, the narrow waist arching into full hips. And those heavy full bite able breasts.

It was on her t**s that my eyes lingered. I had stolen the tiniest of tastes and I couldn’t wait to feast on them. I wanted to lick at them , bite them and cover them with my seed.

Hell I wanted to cover her with my c*m, from head to toe. Rub it into her skin until she smelt of nothing but me.

“Sophia.” My voice was a harsh bark. And she jumped visibly. As much as I wanted to sit and enjoy the view I hadn’t been lying when I had told her we were going to be late.

“Yes?” She sounded small. Very unlike the Sophia I had grown accustomed to. Where was that spark? The famous family anger. I knew it was there inside because I had seen it. But today it was nowhere to be seen.

She seemed subdued, shy and very unlike Sophia.

“Dressed.”

Her eyes met mine for a second and then she moved. But she moved slowly, like she was pushing against some invisible wall.

Stepping into the dress she had pulled the satin sheath up her hips when she froze. “Is there underwear Dimitri. My panties are black they will show through.”

“No underwear.” I chuckled and something like defiance flashed into her eyes.

“As you wish.”

Leaning forward , I rested my elbows on my knees. A frown pulling together my eyebrows. I had expected more fight from her.

“Don’t you want to know why I don’t want you to wear underwear Sophia?”

She shrugged as she slipped the dress over her breasts. And I sucked in a breath. I knew the dress would be perfect on her but I hadn’t in a million years imagined how great those t**s would look hugged by that slinky material.

“I just assumed you wanted to show my body off to your friends.” Her arms went behind her as she tried to fasten the tiny buttons at the back of her neck.

She thought I wanted my friends to see her? Like this? The very thought made me unnecessarily angry.

I would tear out the eyes of any of my men who got to see her like this.

Silently I got to my feet, my hands firm as I turned her to do up those minuscule buttons. My fingers lingered on the bare skin of her shoulders, skimming down her arms as I pressed myself to her back. “No Sophia, it’s because I WANT TO SEE YOU. I want to be reminded of how beautiful my new wife is when I say my vows. And then I going to rub that gorgeous material over your skin until you want to cum.” I let my hand slip around her. Pressing the satin against her mound with the palm of my hand.

Sophia trembled slightly but she couldn’t hide the hitch in her breath. Or the way her head fell back just an inch.

“I’m going to tease you until you are dripping on the floor and I won’t even touch your skin Sophia.” Pressing my lips to her should I removed my hand from her. “Because you will be mine. My wife and my plaything..”

The ceremony was small. No one but the two of us, The officiant and my two body guards who acted as witnesses.

Sophia probably wanted more. Didn’t all women? Didn’t they dream of the big white wedding. I didn’t doubt that even street wise Sophia had her own ideas on what this day should have been like. Unfortunately for her so did I? I didn’t need all the fanfare . I had been married before.

I had married for love the first time. And it had ended with my heart being ripped out of my body. I would never put myself in that position again.

Sophia was a needs to an end. An in with the Moretti family. A chance at a Male heir and a giant f**k You to my brother.

I would never love her. She would be a pretty plaything and nothing more. I wasn’t even capable of love anymore.

Only hate.

She didn’t have any romantic notions when it came to me either. She was a smart girl. This was a business arrangement and that was it . The fact I had wanted to f**k Her from the moment I had seen her was just an added bonus.

“You can kiss your beautiful bride.”

The words brought me back to myself. I had been so far in my own head that I hadn’t been paying attention at all. But I was paying attention now. And I didn’t need telling twice.

My arm went around her instantly, bringing her flush against my body. I grabbed at her ass hard as I captured her lips with mine. My fingers digging into her plump skin.

She had been expecting a slight peck. But she was mine now. I thrust my tongue into her mouth. Devouring her with my lips as I groped at her ass shamelessly.

The entire time her arms hung at her sides. But her eyes were shining when I finally stepped away. “Come Sophia, otherwise we will miss our flight.”

Hope flickered across her face. “Flight, are we going home? Are we going back to New York?”

“Home yes but not to New York.” I wrapped my hand around her wrist so she couldn’t step away. “We are flying to Russia.”