The cutting tone of her voice breaks the spell. I pull back sharply, my hands dropping away from the sides of her dress. “You’d prefer I rip the dress off of you and take you like an animal? Maybe here, against the dresser?” I can hear my voice roughening as I say it, my accent thickening, and my cock throbs as I see her flinch at the sound of it. The idea of Caterina bent over, holding onto the dresser as I rut into her from behind, is one that holds a certain appeal.
“I’d prefer you not touch me at all. But since that’s not negotiable, you don’t have to pretend to care. Won’t this be easier if we don’t lie to one another?”
“If you want your time in my bed to be cold and without pleasure, that’s up to you.” I can feel myself tensing, shutting down, anger coiling in my gut. I could have treated Caterina as roughly as I pleased from the moment we walked in. I could have fucked her already twice over and left her there with my cum leaking out of her while I enjoyed a stiff drink. But I’d wanted to make this something better, perhaps, than what she’d expected.
“I’d hoped to at least make it good for you. To show you that the Bratva are not animals, that we can be gentlemen—”
“That’s not what I’ve heard.” Caterina’s spine is ramrod straight, stiff as iron. Stiff as my cock, which ought to have softened during our fight, but hasn’t. If anything, her lack of fear, her cold defiance, turns me on more. But instead of making me think of ways to pleasure her, it makes me think of ways to break her.
To bend this princess to my will.
“Fine then.” I shrug, stepping close to her again, and this time I grab her hips, pulling her backward and pressing mine against her ass so that she can feel just how hard I am. “You want me to behave like a brute? Feel how hard you make me, then. Virgin or not, your lovely body makes me want to fuck you until you’re so full of my cum it drips down your thighs. And I will,printsessa. Now.”
I grab the shoulders of her dress, yanking them down her arms. I feel her flinch, but she doesn’t pull away or cry out. She just stands there like a statue as I pull the dress down over her breasts and hips, revealing the white satin corset beneath it, the panties that curve over her heart-shaped ass, sliding into the crack of it.One day I’ll take her there,I think to myself, sliding my hand over the cheek. It’s full and soft, and I have the idea that I could do it tonight, that I could punish her for defying me like this. Caterina Andreyv might not be a virgin bride in the traditional sense. But, I’d be willing to bet the red-haired coward who married her first never fucked her in the ass.
But no. Not tonight. Tonight, I won’t force her to her knees to suck my cock, or spread that pretty ass and take that hole for my own. Tonight, I’ll consummate our marriage in the most traditional way. I’ll take my time with the rest, breaking and punishing my pretty bride until she learns that defiance is no way to find peace in Viktor Andreyev’s household.
“Turn around,” I tell her sharply, and a moment passes before she slowly obeys, turning to face me with her dark eyes cold and resigned. “Take down your hair.”
She doesn’t move, and I feel a flare of cold anger.
“Take down your hair, Caterina. Do as your husband says. Or do you not remember that you vowed toobey?”
I see a flash of defiance in her eyes, and another beat passes. But then she reaches up, her hands only trembling slightly as she starts to pull the pins out of her hair.
When her thick, dark curls tumble around her shoulders, it’s breathtaking. She was beautiful and elegant with her hair up for the wedding, regal even, but with it down, she looks captivating. More gorgeous than I could have hoped. The pale swell of her breasts above the bustline of her corset makes my mouth water, and my hands crave the feeling of her slim hips under my palms again already.
What’s more, I can choose to touch her there, or anywhere else, whenever I choose. She’s mine, and the sooner she comes to understand that, the better.
All of her belongs to me now. To do with as I please.
“Go.” I jerk my head towards the bed. “Lay down for your husband.”
Caterina’s shoulders stiffen, but she turns away from me, walking towards the bed with a slow, purposeful gait that tells me she’s fully aware of what I’m doing and how this will go. I feel a sharp rush of anticipation watching her that I hadn’t expected. I hadn’t come into our bridal chamber expecting a battle of wills. Nor did I think that I wanted one. But something about Caterina’s defiance, however small, arouses me even more than the perfection of her body.
I watch her recline back on the pillows, her dark hair cascading over the white linen. As I toss my tie and jacket aside, beginning to undo the buttons of my shirt, I allow myself to enjoy the sight of her, my gaze slowly raking over every line of her body—her small breasts pushed up in the tight corset, the slope of her slim hips, the slender thighs that I’ll soon part. She’s a bit thin for my taste, almost waifish, but Olga will change that soon enough. And I’ll enjoy her as she is now, and her curves later, when she’s been fattened up a bit.
Soon, she’ll grow new curves for a different reason—because she’s full of my child. My heir, if all goes well.If not, I’ll keep fucking her until she provides one.It won’t be a hardship, that’s for sure. My cock is iron-hard, stiffer than I’ve been in years just looking at her, pale and perfect and waiting for me packaged in white satin.
“Do you know what you represent?” I ask idly as I slide my shirt over my shoulders and toss it to join my jacket on the chair. I see her eyes, despite herself, start to slide down my chest, and I can’t help but wonder what she thinks of what she’s seeing.
But then she turns her face away, her jaw tensing. “I don’t care,” she says flatly. “Does it matter?”
I ignore the question. “You represent the power of the Bratva.Mypower. That I can tell even Luca Romano, Don of the American mafia, to hand me over a woman of your standing to be my wife, and he will. In that way, I’ve won. Even Luca must answer to me if he wishes to keep his streets clean.”
Caterina’s jaw clenches. “You don’t know anything aboutclean,” she spits, her gaze turning back to mine and flashing fire now. “I’ve heard about what you do to your women. I’m not under any illusions, Viktor. I know Luca made a deal with the devil for the sake of peace.”
I laugh coldly at that, undoing my belt. “You don’t know anything about devils,printsessa. I could show you if you like. I’d thought I should be gentle with you tonight. But you test my patience.”
There’s a flash of fear in Caterina’s eyes at that, brief, but there. I can see it, even if she doesn’t want me to. I’ve seen too many frightened women trying to be brave—ad, I’ve seen plenty of fear in faces, both male and female, over the years.
I hadn’t wanted to frighten my new wife. But neither am I going to engage in a battle of wills with her every time I come to her bed or demand her in mine. I married Caterina to end a war, not begin a new one.
Slowly, I unzip my trousers, and I see her gaze following my hand, the movement in her throat when she swallows hard. My cock throbs at that, thinking of her throat squeezing around it, of her swallowing convulsively as I come in her mouth.
“So, in the interest of notpretending,” I continue, pushing my trousers off and stepping out of them, then hooking my thumbs in the elastic of my boxer briefs, “I will tell you, here and now, how things will be between us,printsessa.”
“Stop calling me that,” she whispers, her voice suddenly quiet. “Stop.”
“First, I will call you what I like. I am your husband now, your lord and master.” I push the elastic over my hips, nearly groaning with relief as my heavy erection finally springs free, throbbing as it strains towards the object of its desire. I see Caterina’s eyes flick down and then widen, and I feel a deep satisfaction. From the look on her face, she’s never seen a cock this large before.
“I’m not in the habit of forcing women,printsessa,” I tell her calmly, my voice cool and even as I approach the bed. “There has never been a time when I’ve needed to. But you are my wife, and I will need from you the one thing that my first wife could not provide for me.”
I see the question in her eyes, but she refuses to ask. So I answer it for her.
“You will give me a son. An heir. I will fuck you as often as I please until you do so, until you are pregnant. After you give me a son, you can do what you like, so long as you raise him properly. It won’t matter to me. This marriage is for convenience, not for love, and for my pleasure, not for yours.” I can hear my voice turning harsh, but I don’t make an effort to soften it. I’d tried to be gentle with her, and she’d rebuffed me.
“You will be a good, faithful, and obedient wife. You will serve me as I command in all ways, butespeciallyin my bed. And when you have given me what I bought you for, then I will find someone new to warm my bed. But not until then.”
I look down at her, my gaze cold. “Do you understand me,printsessa?”