Becoming Bryan Mozorov’s Third Wife

Chapter Eight: Blue

BRYAN

“So bad, my angel,” I breathed, my eyes tracing the soft contours of her skin. I leaned closer, inhaling the faint scent of her, intoxicating and delicate, yet wild.

“But I will wait… until our wedding. Be ready to spread your legs and moan for me all night. Only for me.” I let my hand linger for a moment on the small of her back before stepping back, letting the words settle, and walking out of the room.

Jason stood by, watching. Loyal, unwavering, anticipating my every move.

“Have you located Victor Volkov?” I asked without looking at him, my voice low, dangerous.

He nodded sharply. “He was here, sir.”

I froze, mid-step. My heart rate spiked, anger coiling tight in my chest. “Where?” I demanded, every word sharp as a whip.

“In Mai’s old room… hiding there.”

A scornful laugh escaped me. “Of course. That explains how she slipped out to the balcony. That told me something about someone entering or leaving that way. That's the only way Mai could've escaped."

Jason nodded, steady. “Yes, sir. He must have slipped in, and Mai found a way out.”

I ground my teeth. “I almost had him… yet he slipped through my fingers again.” My fists clenched involuntarily. “Watch her like a hawk. No visitors, no leaving her room without my knowledge. Nothing.”

“Understood, sir.”

I strode into my bedroom. Mabel lay across my bed, sprawled naked as if she owned the space. My eyes traced her curves, unashamed. She raised her hand to her chest, touching her breast fondly, too fondly.

“Can we finish what we started?” she asked, voice teasing.

I smiled darkly, closing the distance between us. Hands cupped her jaw. “I missed you. I’ll make you feel good.” She said.

Her body pressed against mine as my lips captured hers, teeth nipping, tongues wrestling. I lifted her, pressing her to me, squeezing tight, feeling her tremble and moan beneath my touch.

“Ahhh…”

“Ahhh…”

“f**k me…”

“Harder…”

“Harder, Bryan…”

“Your voice…” I whispered, slowing my pace, letting my words coat her ear with warning. “You’d disturb my new bride.”

She kissed me fiercely, arms locking around my neck. “I can’t help it. You do me so well I can’t stop.”

I studied her, my lips twitching with dark amusement. Am I supposed to believe that? "Or you're jealous? You're trying to show my bride how good you are with me."

"Is that so bad?" She said as she pushed me down climbing over and began to bob her entire weight on top of me her entire body vibrating, shaking, moaning while I lay still watching.

My eyes drifted close and I dozed off.

"Sir..." Caused me to stir and my eyes fluttered open to find Jason standing next to my bed. Mabel was naked in my arms, and we weren't covered with the sheets.

It was already morning and the sun tore through the sky, filtering through my curtains and flooding the room with clear light.

My eyes fixated on Jason who still stood, "Your mother is here." He announced and I sprang from the bed immediately.

"Mom?" Mabel repeated sitting up on the bed too as she grabbed the sheets as she noticed Jason's presence in the room.

“You heard him. Get out,” I barked.

I strode to the bathroom, water rushing over me as I tried to gather myself. There's only one reason why my mother will be here this early.

Don't tell me...

I dressed quickly, precision and habit guiding my movements, before storming down the stairs.

And there she was.

Mai.

The sight stole my breath. Blue. Silk clung to her like it had been made for her alone, draping over her curves with perfect ease. The sunlight played along the folds, highlighting the swell of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft sway of her hips. Her hair fell in gentle waves over her shoulders, framing her delicate face and dark, captivating eyes. Every inch of her radiated control, elegance, danger.

My groin reacted immediately, a primal need thundering through me. I wanted her, now. My lips curved into a smirk. I want to f**k her so bad.

She sat across from my mother, poised, serene, calm—

“I hear my son fancies you,” my mother said, her voice smooth, calculated, the slightest glint of curiosity in her eyes.

Mai’s lips curved faintly. “He does?”

“Well, my son never settles for someone he doesn’t fancy,” my mother continued, arms crossed, tone just sharp enough to test the waters.

“I don’t think he…” I began, descending the stairs, letting the weight of my presence settle in the room. Both women’s eyes followed my every movement.

“What did you do to Arnold’s company?” My mother’s gaze hardened as ours met, suspicion and authority lacing her words.

I lifted my hands in a smooth gesture, easing the tension. “Mother, welcome to my...”

“That’s not why I’m here,” she interrupted sharply, “Arnold’s company is going bankrupt. How?”

“Can we discuss this after breakfast?” I suggested, glancing at Mai. “I need to make my wife comfortable first.”

“Breakfast won’t solve the club incident last night…”

“Mother,” I cut her off coldly, deadly. “This isn’t why you came. You’re in my home, in front of my wife. I expect respect, decorum.”

Mai continued eating quietly, eyes lowered, calm, poised, “You’re making my wife uncomfortable,” I added, sliding into the chair beside her, letting my hand rest on her slim waist, feeling her pulse beneath my fingers.

“You look breathtaking,” I murmured, letting the words linger, tasting the moment.

Her eyes flickered towards me, with a stiff smile. "Tha... Thanks."

"I told you, you look stunning in blue," I said brushing my lips against her neck and I could feel that shake in her thigh.

“Mother!” April bounced into the room, perfectly dressed in blue. Her gaze immediately zeroed in on Mai, shock and irritation flashing across her face. “Why is she wearing blue?!” Her voice cracked like glass.

She forced herself to calm under my glare, sinking into a chair. “Mother, when did you come?”

“What are you still doing in my son’s house? I thought you divorced him six months ago?” my mother asked sharply.

April rolled her eyes, “Mother, I told you I’m not going through with this divorce, so why should I leave?”

“Mother,” Mabel’s voice cut in, she too wore blue. “Now we’re having a colour competition.” She said rolling her eyes and crossing her arms over her chest.

“Why are you wearing my colour, Mabel?!” April snapped, standing, towering over her rival. “You want to copy me, but this isn’t right!” she gesticulated furiously.

Mabel’s eyes glinted, daggers in human form. “Says the woman who doesn’t even know how to wear a corset properly.” She said referring to April’s too-tight corset, “You want to snatch yourself to death because after birthing Anna, your stomach will never return to its original form.”

April’s face turned crimson. “At least I’m not barren! You lived with Bryan the longest and couldn’t bear a child… at least you should’ve had a miscarriage, so we’d know your womb works!” She thundered.

Silence fell like a blade through the room. Every eye fixed, shock and horror mingling.

Mabel’s face twisted, rage flashing. “What?! Did you just say that to me?!”

“Oh, you started it!” April hissed, “You dared to body shame me; why shouldn’t I attack your worthless womb?”

A slap cracked across the room, sharp and stinging. Mabel’s hand had struck April, perfect and precise.

I clenched my fists, jaw tight, controlling the urge to intervene violently.

“Did you just slap me?!” April shrieked, clutching her cheek. “Even this cheap commoner may have a child before you!”

Suddenly, a glass flew across the room, smashing against the wall. Shards scattered like frozen lightning, the crash ringing louder than any word spoken.

My eyes darted around, heart hammering. Searching for the culprit.

It was Mai.