Bratva Baby

Chapter Three

Sophia

The private jet was lavish. But then what was I expecting? This was Dimitri and he didn’t do anything by halves.  Still, it came as a shock. I was related to the best friend and number two of the most powerful crime family in New York. But I hadn’t been brought up with this kind of luxury. I was the bastard child. A dirty little secret. Hell, I doubted even my big brother Stefano spent much time on planes like this.  I was pretty sure it was bigger than my apartment back home in the city.

“Good afternoon sir.” The flight attendant greeted my new husband with a smile. A very flirtatious smile I noted almost instantly.  She fluttered her fake eyelashes at him. “Miss.” She nodded her head, confusion evident on her made up face as she took in my white dress and my arm through Dimitris. Her eyes narrowed.

“Is everything ready?” It didn’t seem like he had noticed her adoring look at him but I wasn’t fooled. Dimitri didn’t miss a thing. Especially not the attentions of a beautiful sultry woman.  All pouty painted lips, big t**s and thick dark hair.

She looked like me. I realised with a start. More put together than I usually was but we looked alike. Dimitri obviously had a type.

Was that why he had targeted me? Because I was what he was attracted to. But no, he singled me out because of who I was related to. My looks were just a bonus.

“Yes sir, of course. Your wishes are always an honour to fulfil.”  Her eyes flickered away from my state. Leaving me to just stand there looking between them as some silent message was given.

I was betting she really did find it an honour to get laid by him. She was little more than a prostitute. A plaything for Men like Dimitri.

I cleared my throat, and Dimitri's eyes swung to meet mine like he had forgotten I was at his side.

“I should introduce my beautiful bride Sophia.” He finally said. And the air hostess eyes lowered.

“It’s very nice to meet you, Ma’am.”

I didn’t bother to answer her. Why should I? I wasn’t stupid enough to think that me being Dimitri’s wife would stop him from playing away. Even now only a few hours after we had said our vows I had seen the hungry way he had looked at her. And the way she had gazed back.

But it hurt. I wasn’t sure why it hurt but it did.

“Come.” Dimitri lead me forward. And I moved with him numbly. Letting him lead me and strap me into the buttery leather seats. His manicured hands lingered across my lap as he fastened the belt.

But I barely acknowledged him. If he wanted to disrespect me in front of another woman on our wedding night then so be it. I couldn’t do a damn thing about it. But I could ignore him.

“Sophia?” The hand on my leg squeezed and my head turned towards him. He searched my face. “You are unhappy.”

The jet started to taxi its way along the runway and my hand moved to grip his arm. My fingers tightening as we began to pick up speed.

Dimitri made a sound in his throat. “You do not like flying?”

“I like flying just fine.” The truth was I hated it. “I don’t like the way you humiliated  me.”

His eyes flashed. A glint of blue. “Humiliated you?” Dimitri’s tone was deadly.

“Yes.”

“Ah.” For a second he laughed. “You are jealous.”

“I am not jealous  Dimitri.” I ground it out between my clenched teeth.  “That’s absurd.”

“Yes you are, it’s very….” He seemed to search for the word. “Cute.” He finally finished.

I didn’t want to be cute. I wanted to be respected. He might not love me, that was fine I didn’t love him either but he would show me respect.

“I like it when you are jealous Sophia.” The hand on my thigh slid up further. Bunching up the material as he dragged it up. “To a  certain point.” His eyes flashed in my direction. “But I will not be questioned in public. Who I look at has nothing to do with you.”

“How about who you f**k?” I kept my voice low. But it was hard to keep it steady when his hand pressed against my mound. Cupping me. “Do I get a say in that?”

“No.” He growled it out, his hand pressing down on me and I sucked in a breath. My clit tingling from the feel of the satin being rubbed against it. He had warned me that he was going to do it. But I hadn’t thought he meant right here. With the flight attendant just a little ahead of us in her little area.

“No, you don’t get to tell me who I f**k Sophia.” The heel of his hand pressed down harder causing little fireworks to go off behind my closed eyelids. “Open your eyes and look at me.”

It was an order. And I hated orders. I had never been good at obeying them.

“I said open your eyes, Sophia.”

“No.”  If I kept my eyes shut I could forget who it was that was sending shockwaves of pleasure spirally down my body.

“Now.”

My eyes opened and I blinked in shock to find him so close.

“You don’t get a say in anything I do Sophia. Wife or not. I will do as I please when I please.” His words were harsh but he didn’t stop. He kept rubbing me with slow but firm circles. “If I want to f**k someone and have you watch then I will. Do you understand me?”

I blinked slowly. At first, I wasn’t even sure I had heard him right.  But as soon as I did I stiffened under his touch.

“I understand totally Dimitri.” My voice was harsh. “But in the spirit of being open and honest, you should be aware that if you take other women into your bed then I will do the same. I will….” I didn’t get to finish. His free hand came up, pinching together my cheeks. And his eyes blazed. “You will not take lovers whilst you are married to me, Sophia. You are my wife. Any man who gets close to you I will kill. And I will make you watch.”

I could do nothing but stare at him as his threat washed over me.

“Do you understand?”

Mutely I nodded.

“I am no longer in the mood to give you pleasure Sophia.” He ripped away the hand that had been between my thighs. And for a second we both stared at it. Dimitri grinned, bringing the hand up to his face he sucked in a breath. “Such a shame when you are already so close… I can smell how close you are…”

I flushed. “You are sick.”

“You have no idea Sophia, but you will. And soon. But for now, I think it’s best if you try and sleep. We have a long flight ahead of us.”

“And where will you be?” I was torn. Torn between wanting him to finish what he had started and wanting him to leave me the hell alone.

“Wherever I want to be Sophia, doing whatever and whoever I want to do.” He made no attempt to hide the way his eyes darted towards the small cabin door.

He was going to go and f**k the air hostess. Right here in front of me on our wedding day. Shame flooded me.

He was going to humiliate me right here on this plane and there was nothing I could do about it. I had agreed to this.

I had agreed to be this monsters wife. And now I had to live with the consequences.

“Unless of course.” His voice was smooth. He was enjoying this. There could be no doubt about that. “You want to please your new husband? Do you want to start trying for that baby right here and now…” his voice was crude. “You could climb on or I could bend you over and….”

“I would rather rip my own eyes out,” I answered truthfully.

“So be it, Sophia. I will take my pleasure where I can find it then. Remember you had the choice to please your husband and you decided against it.”

“I hate you,” I whispered.

In answer, he pressed his lips to mine. For a second something like doubt made his eyes widen. “You don’t yet but you will.”