Page 3 of The Bratva's Auctioned Bride
She’s got long brown hair, like light caramel honey, cascading down her back. She’s wearing a tight white dress that accentuates every little detail of her perfect figure. Full breasts, narrow waist, and hips to grab onto when I fuck her from behind. I bet that tight little ass would jiggle if I slapped it hard enough.
My cock stirs, and I laugh at myself.
Calm down, Dio. She’s just a girl. In a club full of girls.She might not even be the best option here tonight. Wait it out. Let’s see what happens. You aren’t in a rush.
But she’s not the same as the rest. This one is different.
Leaning back, I take my time watching her as I sip my vodka. I can’t tear my eyes off her.
She’s young, but there is an elegance about her that makes her seem older. She’s graceful. And compared to her friend, she’s a little nervous, a little hesitant about this place. This sweet little kitten keeps looking around, a shy smile on her perfect lips.
Despite her looking so out of place, one thing is clear. She’s excited to be here.
She might be shy or nervous, but she’s not scared. She’s here to enjoy herself.
Her tall, blonde friend hands her a shot of something, and she bites her lip before throwing it back, then scrunches her nose as the alcohol burns her throat—before she’s grinning and demanding another.
After a second shot, she lets her friend drag her onto the dance floor, where she doesn’t waste any time at all letting loose.
Her tight, curvy little body moves like a goddess. Feminine, graceful energy flows from her as she swirls her hips and raises her slender arms above her head, smiling, her eyes half closed.
I wonder what she would do if I sat her on my cock and told her to dance for me.
My cock stirs, and I’m grinning again.
Her friend steps between her and me, blocking my line of sight of her, and I growl in annoyance, but in the same moment, I realize I recognize the girl she’s with. I know the tall blonde friend.Mila Lebedev.Someone friendly with my family.
A man steps behind Mila, leaning over to kiss her cheek. She grins and wraps her arms around her neck to hug him.
Narrowing my eyes, I watch her introduce some guys tomygirl. I know the guys, too. Brothers. Small players in the Bratva world. They are part of one of the families we’re friendly with. Easy-going Bratva guys who tend to stay out of trouble at least most of the time. Good people.Unlike me. I rather enjoy getting into trouble.
Mila and her friend say hi to the guys, but they are more interested in dancing together than worrying about what they’re up to.
Standing back, I watch, enjoying the show the girls are putting on in their innocence.
And I’m relaxed until I see one of the small-time brothers moving in on my girl.
Not a fucking chance, I think to myself as I push off the bar and walk through the crowd toward the dance floor to intercept his weak attempt at charming her.
He won’t stand a chance against me.
She’sminetonight. I’ll fucking break that guy’s nose if he thinks he’s changing my plans.
He can have the other one, Mila.
The angel is mine.
I can’t wait to hear the beautiful, sweet little cries of her pleasure when I fuck her tonight.
Chapter 2 - Angelika
Ok, yes, you could say I’m looking for trouble.
Technically, I am, especially since the last time I snuck out, I nearly got kidnapped. But come on. My brothers went into lockdown mode after that. I can’t even breathe; they’re smothering me so much.
Tonight I’m staying over at Mila’s place, and I can’t miss the chance to grab this night of freedom.
“Did you talk to him?” I ask, grinning, as Mila steps back into her bedroom.
