Arranged Bratva Love

Ive

I didn’t expect to love the dog. Charlotte always corrected me whenever I referred to the dog as a dog or a bitch. Her name was Rose, and Rose, well, she was a harddog to fucking hate.

Yes, she ruined my plans for Valentine’sDay, which had been to take my wife to a lovely restaurant, where they didn’t try to poison her. After which I wanted to bring her home and make love to her all night long, and into the next day. I’d hoped to wear her out with the pleasure of my cock.

Instead, we had a dog that struggled for the first couple of nights to settle in. Rose, at first, was a bit restless, which meant sex was off the menu. I expected Charlotte to get angry, but if anything, she loved having Rose.

After the first week, Rose got into a routine, which we then broke in a way as we took her home.

Our staff loved her. She could come and go as she pleased and even though it was fucking freezing, Charlotte was insistent ontaking her out for walks, playing with a frisbee in the back yard. Once again, Rose got into a brand-new routine, and she thrived.

Rose and Charlotte wereinseparable. I eventually got to make love to my wife again, and sometimes Rose would be in the room, but she only ever waited until we were close to sleep to climb on the bed and curl up at our feet.

I didn’t expect to become used to or attached to the dog. However, I found myself getting up early in the morning, like always, and where I’d get off to work before even enjoying a coffee, I stopped doing that. No, instead, I took Rose out. Yeah, that was the sucker I’d become.

At the penthouse suite, I’d take her to the local park for a walk, and yes, I even got the pleasure of picking up dog shit. I hated Ivan every morning I did this. Back at my place, I made others collect her shit. I had to wonder if there was a way to toilet-train her, but the truth was, I came to love our morning walks.

At night, when Charlotte went to have a shower, and I was either in the sitting room or my office, Rose would come in. If I sat on the couch, she’d come up and put her head on my lap. I loved this freaking dog. Yep, I loved this dog, just as I loved the woman that had become my wife. I never said the words, and I wasn’t going to either. Love made men weak, and that’s the last thing I was. Charlotte didn’t need to hear me say it.

I had a lot of shit going on at work. Stuart had been sent back to the cartel, and within two days, his body had been found with his cock severed and shoved in his mouth. His tongue had been removed and shoved up his ass, and his eyes removed as well. According to the postmortem, that had all been done to him while he was still alive.

The cartel was pissed, but if what he said was true, I had a feeling they were licking their wounds right now. Hank and Benjamin were gone, and for all intents and purposes, the Irish had retreated. There was no sign of them. Their bases were all empty. I wanted to pursue them, but Ivan had told me to carry on with my work as usual.

My work, as usual, was taking care of this territory, of building up the empire for Ivan. I still didn’t like the threats either side posed. I also had to have meetings with Rage as well. The Irish and cartel hadn’t approached him. He’d tried to reach out to them, but all contact had been severed. To everyone else, it looked like they had gone back to their little hiding spots, but I knew differently.

They were going to make their appearance known, but I had to be constantly on guard.

Ivan came and went as he pleased, which I didn’t mind. Oleg’s territory was still being taken by the five of us, as well as Ivan.

So far, he’d notchosen anyone for the job, but I also had word that The Beast and The Butcher had disappeared. I didn’t know if they had gone to work for the cartel, or if they’d been killed. I never used their services. I believe Ivan had in the past, but they were two people I didn’t need. I had my own means of taking care of business.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

My cages were currently empty. With no enemy to speak of, there was no reason to fill them.

And so, life went on, but even as it did, I keptwaiting for them to strike again.

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Lottie

Our First Anniversary

I still wasn’t pregnant, but that was fine. We didn’t have to get pregnant right away. I wasn’t even sure if I wanted to have children yet. I was only nineteen years old. There was plenty of time to have children and a family, and to do everything married couples did.

Rushing around his home like a crazy person, I checked the candles and turned down the lights. Michael had already left for the night, and his staff were around, but they were very good at being invisible. I knew they were there, somewhere. Ive had told me there was never going to be a time that I wasn’t alone. Someone had to take care of me at all times. I liked not being alone. I loved that someone was there no matter where I turned. Growing up, being forced to be alone so many times, I had grown out of loving alone time. I much enjoyed company time.

And Ive was due home any minute. Rose was in her bed in the corner of the dining room.

Ive and I had been married for a year. One freaking year. I couldn’t believe it. Time had flown by, and even though that day had been one of the most terrifying, it had turned into one ofthe best years of my life.

Honestly, being married to Ive, I felt like a fairy tale princess. If the fairy tale princess had married a villain, but it was the good kind of villain. The kind that was mean to everyone else, but loved her.

That was Ive.

He was rarely nice to anyone else. He was respectful to his staff, and he loved Rose. I knew he did. I was so pleased he loved her, and Rose had come out of her shell. She was a mixed breed dog, a mongrel to many, but I didn’t care. I loved her, and it was nice to be able to tell someone that I loved them.

I still hadn’t told Ive yet, but I was afraid to do so. There was no rush in telling someone you loved them. I wasn’t going to tell Ive. He didn’t want to hear it, and besides, I still had the horrible memory of my father, taking everything off me that I loved and cared about. Yep, those feelings were going to be kept locked up tight, with no way of escaping. Not in a scary way, but in a more preserved, I don’t need to express my feelings to anyone. Cassie had told me I should.

She had really thrived since leaving the MC. I rarely saw and heard from Rage. I knew he called and asked about me, but my life was not part of that world anymore. Cassie told me he finally earned the respect of the club, and no one questioned his decision to join with Ivan and the Volkov Bratva.

I didn’t understand why there were so many men against it. Ivan Volkov was a good man. Well, maybe a good man was a bit of a stretch. No one got to be in that kind of power for being all butterflies and rainbows. No, Ivan was deadly, but I had never seen him in action, so to me, he was still like a teddy bear.

Anyway, I tried not to listen to too much gossip when it came to the MC. Ive rarely talked to me about work. He asked me about my day, and he filtered his. I’d seen the bruised knuckles he had, as well as on his body and face, so I knew stuff still went down. I was his home though. I was the person he went to at the end of the day.

So, I never brought up work. I never demanded he tellme what he’d been up to. I was home.

I gave Ive what I always wanted as well. A place to call home, and to be loved.

“Do you think he’ll like it?” I asked, looking toward Rose. She opened her eyes, but didn’t even bother lifting her head. This made me laugh. “You’re so lazy. I walked for miles today as well.”

I wasn’t tired, though.

Nope, I was excited, I wanted Ive to be home. Our first anniversary. This morning he had to leave early, and that was fine. I’d still been in bed. I was often a light sleeper, but just recently, I’d been relaxed enough to sleep through every single bump and movement. I knew it was because of Ive. He made me feel safe and protected.

I heard the door opening and closing, and I rushed toward the main door, and sure enough, therewas Ive, stepping through, carrying a bouquet of roses.

“I didn’t forget,” he said.

Rolling my eyes, I rush toward him and throw my arms around his neck. “I know you didn’t forget. Wasn’t this the day a year ago that ruined your life?”

“Yes, totally ruined it.”

He wrapped his arms around me, still holding the roses.

“I’m such a bad woman,” I said.

“Yep, you are, because there was a time when I’d come home and not be accosted by a woman.”

I gasped and made to pull out of his arms, but he wouldn’t letme go.

“And I didn’t have to deal with all the kisses.”

This time, he kissed me.

“AndI can smell dinner is ready?”

“It is.”

“Please tell me you’ve not left it to Rose?” he asked.

One of the days Michael had cooked for us, I’d come to greet Ive, only tofind that Rose had a penchant for steak and potatoes and she ate the whole thing. Ive hadn’t been too impressed but I had a feeling that was because he fed her while we were at the table.

“No, everything is covered.” But I had my doubts. If a dog wantedsomething, she had her ways of getting into it.

Ive chuckled as I tried to pull him to the dining room, but Rose was still curled up in her bed. The food was safe. I was relieved as I didn’t have anything else to cook for us. I’d planned everything perfectly and with the food still there, I wanted to run over and kiss and hug Rose. She was becoming such a good girl. But, I didn’t.

Taking Ive’s hand, I led him to thetable and made him sit down. I knew he allowed me to do this. I didn’t force him to do anything he didn’t want to do.

Before I sat down, I lifted the silver domes off our plates, revealing our food, which was still warm. The scent of herbs and garlic filled my senses, and I smiled.

“This looks delicious,” he said.

I take a seat, and pick upmy knife and fork. He asked about my day, and we enjoyed our meal, just talking. Michael had prepared us some chocolate mousse, so I went to the kitchen fridge and grabbed them.

Ive didn’t wait at the table. He came to the kitchen and wrapped his arms around me. His face pressed against my neck, and I couldn’t contain the moan as he flicked his tongue across the pulse. I closed my eyes as pleasure flooded me.

He took the dessert from my hands and placed it on the kitchen counter. He spun me around and teased the strap of my dress.

“You look stunning in this, but you look even better naked.”

I didn’t stop him as he pulled my dress down, exposing my tits, and I’d even felt the confidence to not wear underwear. Ive growled and ran his hands all over my body.

He moved me back toward the counter and I let out a yelp as he suddenly lifted me up and put my naked ass onto the flat, cold, marble surface.

“Cold?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Let me warm you up.” He pushed me back, and it was a pretty long counter so I was able to lie back and he lifted my feet, placing them on the counter.

His tongue was at my clit seconds later, and Iknew it wouldn’t be long until I felt release. I was so aroused already. Just being in Ive’s company had that ability. I could watch him talk, imagining his mouth on my pussy, and those hands. I knew those hands did deadly things, but to my body, he created a fire of magic. One I never wanted to stop.

I came hard, screaming his name, knowing I was going to have to wipe this counter down, because there was no way it was clean.

Ive wasn’t done with me, though, and he lifted me up in his arms. Since being with him, I had put on some more weight, but it didn’t matter to him. He held me in his arms and carried me up to our bedroom. He placed me on the bed, where he took a step back and then looked at me.

His gaze roamed my body, and I watched as he began to get naked. I watched his heavilyinked skin as he removed his shirt and his pants, followed by his briefs. His cock was already long and hard, and he stepped toward me.

I didn’t move back like I had so many times before. I was ateye level with his cock. Wrapping my fingers around his length, I took him into my mouth, and I looked up to see his eyes close as I sucked him to the back of my throat. I used my hand and my lips to work his length.

Ive pulled out of my mouth and pressed his lips to mine. He moved me back onto the bed, and then he slammed his cock inside me, making me moan. Ive pulled out only to slam back. He fucked me hard and fast, and as I was close to a second orgasm, he stopped, easing out of me, only to move me to my knees.

His hand went to my waist, while the other held his cock. He filled me back up, and placed both hands at my waist, slamming inside me, over and over again.

I cried out his name, but then, one of his hands moved, and I felt his thumb teasing my anus. The action was so subtle that at first, I didn’t know if I was feeling it, but then I knew it was there. He continued to fuck me and tease my asshole. Ive pressed on my ass, and I knew he had to fight past that tight ring of muscles. He’d not taken my ass yet, but he liked to play, liked to tease. Each time he did, I felt my desire to have him there increase.

He pressed a finger deep in my ass, and this time theburn was so welcome. Ive didn’t stop with just one finger, he began to add a second finger. While he did this, he spread his fingers open, stretching me. He’d been preparing me for this moment, and he reached over me, going for the top drawer beside his bed. I knew exactly what he reached for. I briefly saw the tube of lubrication. I felt it on my ass, and this time he pulled out of my ass. He was gone for just a brief second, and then the tip of his dick pressed against my anus. He was big. I didn’t think he was going to fit, but I should have known.

“Touch yourself, Charlotte,” he said.

Reaching between my thighs, I stroked my clit. At the same time, he began to press the hard mushroomed tip to my anus. Slowly, ever so slowly.

I gritted my teeth. Therewas pain and pleasure. I didn’t want him to stop.

Inch by inch, he thrust inside me, until he gripped my hips with both hands, and then made me take the last few inches, and it was fucking glorious.

I cried out. The pleasure wasintense. There was no other word for it. I didn’t want it to stop, not for a second.

Ive held himself deep within my ass, giving me time to get used to the feel of him, andthen, when I was so close to another orgasm, he held me in place and began to finally take my ass.

It wasstrange at first. Almost too much sensation, but then I didn’t want him to stop. He went harder, slightly rougher, and I came hard, calling out his name. It was like my orgasm set him off because seconds later, he came, growling my name. The sound seemed to echo around the room as he filled me up. My ass took every single drop.

I loved this man.

I knew I would never say the words, but he had married me. The mistake. The person no one wanted, and it had been the best year of my life. I didn’t know how long this was going to last, but I did know I was becoming addicted to being happy, safe, and free.