Arranged Bratva Love

Slavik

The following day, Aurora’s words were still running rife through my mind even as I dealt with the necessary business of incorrect funds at one of our many brothels. We worked it all, guns, drugs, money, pussy, whatever depraved thing men and women wanted and could pay for, we supplied.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

We had politicians, government officials, and police officers on our payroll, and all were told to turn a blind eye. Where there was power, we had a hand in it. It was how we always stayed one step ahead.

When a brothel began to lose money, especially a really good one, it meant trouble. Not for Cara, the cute redhead who ran the place. The moment she saw a problem, she called. I didn’t like dealing with the small businesses, but Cara was … a friend of sorts.

She sipped at her coffee, dressed in a cute pinstriped business suit. No one would have ever guessed that she loved her job running and participating in a brothel. She was a powerful woman and knew how to manipulate men.

I happened to adore her, as did Ivan, which was why I dealt with her face to face. Cara had been on the streets, fighting for her life. She’d helped to save our lives a time or two, and that meant we took care of her.

She was loyal and we cared for her. Protected her.

“As you can see, the money doesn’t add up. We’re gaining more clients every fucking day, and that shit doesn’t sit well with me.” She also didn’t dress anything up either. She was fact all the way.

“Are you sure you just can’t count?” I asked.

“Cheeky bastard. You think I didn’t go over the figures a hundred times before calling you?” she asked. “I get how busy you all are, and I run a tight ship.”

I took the file she offered me and started to look through the facts and figures. Just from the quick glance, it appeared they were losing close to ten grand a night-not good. The brothel Cara ran was more … exclusive. Rich men who wanted to live out every dirty little fantasy could have their fun. The women were always beautiful, always ready to fuck. Cara said she didn’t deal with crack whores, or women who were desperate. She worked with women who wanted to get paid to fuck. Who actually enjoyed their work. When she ran the idea by Ivan many years ago, I thought she was going to fail. There was no way women would be lining up to want to fuck for money. I’d been wrong. Her club, aptly called Cara’s, had proven to be a success. Even if it hadn’t been, I was sure Ivan would have seen to it that Cara was taken care of.

Cara put down her coffee and rubbed at her temples. “I’m pissed off, Vik. It means someone is in my business, taking from me, taking from Ivan. I don’t like it.”

Only close friends called me Vik.

I looked at the figures. “And you’ve had no new people?”

“No. None. I haven’t hired anyone in a year, at least.” She sighed and sat back. “The problem I have is the security cameras, they’re all in the rooms. I don’t have them in our private business. You know that.”

“So whoever it is, they’re either taking it from the private rooms or up front. You ever thought the girls are giving it away for free?”

She shook her head. “I have to protect them. You know that. I’ve got guards there. Payment is always secured before any business takes place. You know my rules.”

I did. “I’ll take this to Ivan. He’ll look into it.”

“Tell him I’m on his side. That I’ll deal with it.” Cara sat back. “So, now that business is out of the way. Tell me how your wife is doing.”

I rolled my eyes. “Not happening.”

“Oh please, you’re being an asshole, aren’t you? I think I can see it now. You probably don’t even see your wife.”

I thought about how she spoke to me in the shower. Aurora had been different then. She’d been filled with fire, passion, and pain. I recognized all three. They were emotions I could relate to.

Staring at Cara, I know she’d understand, but when it came to my wife, I didn’t understand her.

“This is not a topic of conversation.”

Cara ran her finger along her chin, assessing me. I’d never fucked her. A lot of men had, but me and Cara, we weren’t inclined that way.

“You know I met her at the wedding,” Cara said.

“You did.”

“She … seemed nice. Terrified, which is a given. She was being given to you, but I also heard what people were saying about her. What they were calling her.”

“I heard as well.”

“Yeah, but does your wife know what you did to those people?” Cara asked. “Is she aware that you put a blade in a man’s throat because they called her a fat cow?”

“No one disrespects my wife,” I said.

“Which again, I find so intriguing. For a man who claims not to care, you seem to do a whole lot of caring.”

“Are we done here?” I asked.

She chuckled. “We are, for now.” She stood up and held out her hand.

I shook it and then we embraced.

“Take care of yourself, Vik. Don’t be a stranger.”

“Let me know if you have any more findings about this.” I held the file she’d given me, and she agreed.

She left and I paid the bill, leaving a healthy tip.

I turned on my heel and left the restaurant. After heading to my office, which was located at one of our casinos, I sat down and went through the figures. Cara’s notes were along the side, and I could see she was trying to work out the problem.

Cara was an amazing businesswoman, but she sometimes didn’t see patterns. There was something here, I could see it.

Closing the file, I placed it to one side, handled a few emails, checked over some inventory. Called men to arrange meetings with, and handled my district one. Sergei regularly checked in with me about my wife’s whereabouts, and today wasn’t any different. He texted me that she was still inside the apartment.

What was different this time was she’d taken a quick detour to the gym, followed by the pool.

She normally sat and read.

My wife’s calendar was always empty.

Sitting back, I stared at the text message.

Aurora was hurting.

Her family hadn’t been in touch. Everyone she’d ever known had left her behind as if they didn’t care about her.

I didn’t understand her pain.

My family was dead to me.

Ivan’s words about children came back to me.

Getting to my feet, I texted Sergei to let him know I was heading home.

Everyone moved out of my path as I made my way to the car. I climbed inside the back and handled some more business as I was driven to my apartment. I didn’t give Sergei any instructions.

After arriving, I climbed out of the car, took the elevator, and entered my apartment, dismissing Sergei with a single look.

Aurora was nowhere to be seen.

I checked the kitchen, living room, dining room, and then opted for the spare bedroom I’d turned into a library for her.

She sat in a chair, reading a book. Exactly how I found her more often than not. This time though, she wore large clothes. They completely covered her body. Her glasses were perched on her nose, and she did look incredibly cute.

I entered the library.

“Hi,” she said.

I stayed silent, glancing around at the bookshelves. When I’d married, I’d been determined to ignore this woman, but each day, I found her invading my thoughts. It was very fucking annoying.

“You like to read?”

“Yes.”

It was a dumb question. Anyone could see she loved to read.

Spinning around, I found she now stood, looking at me. Her hands held the book close to her as if it was a protective shield. It wouldn’t ward me off.

“We have a duty to produce a baby,” I said.

“Oh.” She nibbled on her lip. “I didn’t think there was a rush.”

There wasn’t, but the truth was I wasn’t used to going without fucking and so far, I hadn’t been with any other woman. Again, it was fucking beyond me why I hadn’t. We had willing women at our fingertips, and it would be so easy to find a woman.

“Get in the bedroom. Get naked.”

I wasn’t a good man. I didn’t know how to have a wife, or to be nice to a woman.

She was the enemy.

Aurora left the library.

I didn’t trust her. For all I knew, she could be running off and telling her dad all of our secrets. The moment I had the thought, I quickly squashed it. There was no way it would happen. All her actions were monitored. There was no way she’d be able to do it without us noticing.

No one had called her.

Her family had cut her off.

So much for a blessed treaty.

Entering the bedroom, I found her lying on her back, naked, staring up at the ceiling. My cock hardened at the sight of her.

It was true what Cara said. Some men on our wedding day and night offered me their condolences. I’d made sure the men knew to keep their opinions to themselves as they’d been unwanted.

When I looked at Aurora, I didn’t see a woman lacking. She wasn’t a stunning beauty, but she was beautiful. I liked her curves. I was a big man, and I didn’t want to break a woman while fucking her. My strength and my appetite had me drawn to fuller women like Aurora.

I enjoyed sex and wanted it often.

I’d gone without for so long, only taking care of my needs by my hand. Several women had offered themselves to me, all of which I’d turned down. I had no interest in sticking my dick into a used cunt.

There was the problem.

Aurora had spoiled me.

Her virginity had been given to me, and now, there was no other pussy I wanted but my wife. The only problem was I didn’t exactly know how to have a wife. It was a weakness, and there was no way in hell I’d ever fucking tell anyone that.

I had no weakness. I was fucking strong.

Standing at the edge of the bed, I saw her eyes close, and I couldn’t do it. There was no way I could climb between her thighs and fuck her while she looked like she wanted to be anywhere else but with me.

“Come here. On your knees.” I clicked my fingers, and Aurora did as I asked. I saw the redness in her cheeks, but I didn’t care.

I had to fuck, to spill my spunk inside her willing body now. I had to take her, and the only way I was going to do that was if I didn’t see her face.

The moment I touched her, she jerked.

I moved her into place to steady her, and then I skimmed my fingers along her ass, teasing her. When I cupped between her thighs, I found her completely bone dry, and I cursed.

This would hurt, and she’d probably bleed if I took her. With no other choice, I found the tube of lubricant I always kept on hand, spread some on my fingers, and applied it to her tight cunt.

Easing out my dick, I smeared the rest of it across my hard length. I was rock-hard. My need was so great that I wasn’t even distracted by her dryness. All I wanted was to fuck.

With the tip at her cunt, I slid inside, and she was even tighter than I remembered. I’d been with my fair share of women, and I’d never known them to be like this. Clearly, they’d been broken in by a lot of men, because Aurora was tight.

I gripped her hips tightly, closed my eyes, and started to fuck her. I didn’t go slow, but I took her hard.

Harder than I intended, but it was what I needed.

In and out, I watched her cunt open up. She softened, but I didn’t give her a chance to come. At the final point, I slammed in balls deep and spilled my cum into her cunt, flooding her.

Ivan wanted kids, and I was duty bound to give them to him.

My cock was now spent for the time being. I slid out of her and put myself away.

Aurora didn’t move.

I stared at her ass, seeing my cum spill out from between her pussy.

“Lie down, put a pillow beneath your ass, and give it half an hour,” I said.

My cell phone rang, and without a backward glance, I left the room, feeling like a fucking asshole.

Why did it matter?

Why did I fucking care?

She was my wife, to do with as I pleased, and if I wanted to fuck her throughout the day, she would submit to me.

Then why did it leave a bad taste in my mouth?