Bratva Baby

Chapter Five

Dimitri

It had been cruel of me to make her think I had taken someone to my bed on our wedding night, especially someone I had been physical with many times previously.

I would no doubt stray from my marriage, I had needs that I doubted very much Sophia could meet but I should never have been cruel to her tonight.

In fact I should be careful about being cruel to her at all. She may be my wife but she was still the sister of Stefano. And I needed him and his boss on my side for my plans to work.

It wouldn’t be easy though. My tastes bordered on the sadistic. And the women who took part were just as depraved as I was. Would my fiery new wife be one of those? Would she welcome the pain? Would she crave it?

Only time would tell.

Closing the sliding door with a soft click, I turned to her. She was standing not a foot away but it might as well have been a mile. There was fear in her eyes. She tried to hide it but it was there.

It excites me more than it should have. Already I could feel myself swell against my zipper. Pushing out the material. Sophia’s eyes darted to it and then back up to my face. She couldn’t hide the apprehension in her eyes but her face was set in a hard line.

She had lived with me for six months when she had looked after my daughters , she knew the things in enjoyed or at least she suspected. It was clear she was gearing herself up to do something she didn’t want to do.

The question was just how far could I push her? How far would she be willing to go.

“What do you want me to do?”

I smiled, what a dangerous question for her to ask me. “What a loaded question beautiful Sophia.” My voice was thick with need. I may need to reign in my urges but I couldn’t deny that I wanted her. She was a beautiful young woman. Curvy in a way that caught a man’s eye, her hair thick and dark , her lips almost overly full.

“What do you think I want you to do?,” Taking a step towards her , my hands closing around her hip to draw her towards me.

“I think you want me to submit.”

Her words were soft. But I found myself smiling more. She was totally right of course. I did want her to submit. I had wanted that since the moment I had first seen her and started imagining all the things I could do with that soft body.

“Yes Sophia I want you to submit. What else.” The hand on her hip squeezed, my fingers harsh on her. And her eyes widened some more. Those full lips fell open.

Was she turned on by my hands on her? Or was it because they were almost hurting her? Could she be more like me than I had originally thought?

“You want to hurt me.”

Tilting her chin up with my finger tip I made her meet my eyes. “I do want to hurt you.” I admitted. “Would you like that?”

She didn’t even hesitate. She shook her head. “No, I don’t want to be hurt.”

My heart sank. So much for her being a willing plaything. Not that it mattered to me. She had signed the contract. She was mine to do with as I wished, when I wished. “Then I won’t punish you.” I drew her closer still, until her body was pressed against mine. “Unless you need to be punished , of course.” I chuckled darkly. “If you behave and follow my rules then your life will be nothing but pleasure but if you don’t….” I didn’t finish. I didn’t need to. She knew the rules. She also knew she would not be able to follow them every single day. She would slip up, mouth of, do something that I had expressly forbidden in our marriage contract. I had written it that way after all.

“You are so beautiful.” The hand that had been tilting up her chin, slipped lower. Running down over her breasts. “So soft.”

“You mean fat…”

I didn’t like her talking like that. Pinching her n****e hard I growled. “I mean soft. Womanly. The perfect match for my hardness. “Do not attempt to put words into my mouth Sophia. I do not like it. This time I will forgive you. But only this once. There will be no other chances. You will love and respect yourself. Now turn around. And I will help you lose the dress.” My fingers left her for a second , loosening the buttons of my shirt.

I had seen her naked but I hadn’t really studied her. But she hadn’t seen me without clothes yet. And I wanted her to see me, I wanted to see her reaction.

She didn’t disappoint me. Her pretty mouth fell open as soon as I turned her back to me. My hands on her shoulders.

I let her take me all in. As I stood there in all my naked glory.

And I knew what she saw, what they all saw. Because it was always a shock to them. The fact that I was covered in ink. From just below my shoulders right down to my ankles. There was no part of my body that wasn’t a canvas to the pain and misery in my life.

It was my story of blood and misery. And revenge.

I could never forget the revenge.

“Dimitri.”

I had never heard her voice so uncertain. Her hand hovered in front of her. Like she didn’t know what she should do next.

“Touch me Sophia, explore my body. I want to feel your hands on me.”

She hesitated for a second before stepping into my space , her hand coming down to rest on my chest. She trailed it downward. Skimmed it over my arms and around my sides. Her breasts pressed against me as she moved closer, sweeping both her small hands over the curve of my ass.

“More.” I growled it out. My voice rugged.

It was strange how much I liked her softness against me, how much I actually enjoyed her touching me willingly. It wouldn’t last , I liked what I liked and this gentleness wasn’t it. But for tonight I would allow myself to enjoy it.

“Touch me Sophia. Touch me like I am your husband.” Capturing her wrist I pressed her hand against my throbbing d**k.

“Oh.” Her fingers curled around it.

For maybe thirty seconds I let her explore the length of me. Her movements slow. Almost timid. And that was all I

Could take.

Thirty seconds.

“Do you want me to f**k you Sophia?” I pulled her hand away. I wanted to touch her now. Start to test her boundaries.

“Yes.”

The words had barely left her mouth before I was on her. My lips slamming down onto hers. I moved us across the narrow space, until her legs hit the edge of the bed and she went tumbling down.

I fell with her, spitting on my fingers I slipping them between her thighs and into her body in one harsh movement. I think she would have cried out from the sudden intrusion if I had given her the chance.

If.

I didn’t though, lining myself up with her wetness I pushed myself home.

And that time she did cry out. Her fingers grabbing at the skin of my shoulders. I wasn’t sure if it was a cry of pleasure and pain. But I was hoping it was a mixture of both.

Maybe I should have been gentler, spent hours on foreplay. But what would be the point of giving her false hope. I didn’t do soft and gentle. I didn’t do loving.

I took what I wanted. When I wanted it. And I had wanted Sophia for months and months. Since the first moment I had seen her. Now I had her I would take her the way I had always dreamt of. Hard and without hesitation.

And she would like it. She would hate herself for it but she would and sooner or later she would succumb totally.