Bratva Baby

Chapter Eight

Dimitri

She entered the dining room at exactly seven. The scent of her perfume hitting me. She smelt like wildflowers after a rain shower. Fresh and delicious. It was off putting how gorgeous she smelt.

“Good morning.” Her voice was airy. But she couldn’t hide the slight wobble to it. Finally I lifted my head, I had been purposely not looking at her. Partly because I knew it would make her nervous and partly… well mostly because I was an asshole.

Leaning back on my chair , I let my eyes rove over her. I couldn’t help the smile that broke out on my face. “You look beautiful Sophia. And she did look beautiful but then I had known she would look amazing in the clothes I had picked out for her.

“Thank you Dimitri.” Her fingers plucked nervously at the material of her long floaty dress. “The dress is beautiful, all of the clothes that you picked out are… thank you.”

I blinked at her in surprise. This wasn’t Sophia. This meek timid little girl. Where was the fire and sass?

Crossing my arms over my chest I stared at her. “You are very welcome. Shall we eat?” I knew my words shocked her. Hadn’t I said she wouldn’t eat unless it was on my lap? With me feeding her? Yet here I was motioning to the seat opposite me. “I didn’t know what you would normally eat so I got a little of everything.” I took a bite from my bagel, chewing animatedly. “The bagels are particularly good.”

“May I?” She hadn’t gone to her chair, she had stepped her to my side. Her fingers still plucking at her dress. Turning my head up to her I studied her face. She was chewing on her deliciously plump bottom lip.

“May you….” My eyes glanced between her and the half eaten pastry in my hand. The realisation of what she was asking making me grin. “You want to share?”

Slowly she nodded. And my grin widened. “I will happily share with you.” Lifting the bagel to her lips I watched mesmerised as she took a bite. Her fingers pressed to her lips. “Would you like to sit down?” I wanted to see what she would do. Would she move around the table or perch herself on my lap.

For a second she seemed to hesitate. Her eyes darting every which way.

Finally she seemed to make a decision. Her chin tilted upwards, a spark of that old Sophia Fire came to life in her eyes. “May I?”

Folding the newspaper I placed it on the table in front of me. “Of course.” I tried to keep my voice light, welcoming but the truth was I wanted her on my lap. I had missed her soft curves last night. But that was my own fault. I had been cruel, unnecessarily cruel by bringing up her sister in law.

She didn’t perch as I expected her to though, she sat her round ass firmly on me. And my c**k jumped to attention almost instantly. My arms went about her.

“Have I told you you look beautiful?” My voice was husky. She had an abnormal effect on me.

There had always been something about her. From that very first night I had seen her in the bar. A hardness that hid a soft feminine centre.

And she messed up her life a lot. Much like I did when I was younger, before I had to learn to do better, be better.

Sophia would learn as well, because I would teach her.

I had to admit though that she softened something inside of me. Something made me weaker.

“Yes thank you.” She didn’t seem to know what to say. And that was fine I was quite happy just to sit here and enjoy the feeling of her body against mine. “I would like it if we didn’t argue anymore Dimitri. I want us to be happy.” She paused. “As happy as we can be in this situation anyway.” She added with a sigh. “So I am going to try and be the kind of wife you need and want.”

Her words made even more blood to rush to my c**k. “I would like that very much Sophia, and this is a very good start.” My fingers trailed up her thigh. The gauzy material sliding over her skin.

“I am not wearing underwear.”

Her words made me choke on my own saliva. My balls drew up so tight it was almost like I was going to c*m. “Is that right?” The fingers that had been trailing up Her leg squeezed her thigh possessively. My fingers digging in. “And why is that.” Rubbing my chin on her shoulder I hummed it into her ear, my breath moving the kind dark hair from her neck.

“Because I thought it would make you happy.” Her voice was breathy. Her full lips parted.

“It does make me happy Sophia.” My lips replaced my bristly chin. “But this morning I would be just as happy with a kiss from my beautiful new bride.” My mouth trailed up her throat. I lapped at the pulse in her throat. I was turning her on, teasing her.

It was just another way of controlling her. I wanted her to crave me, to want my touch and my affection and it was already working.

“Oh ok.” Sophia’s face shut down, her lips snapped shut as she turned her body in my lap. Her lips were a hard line when she pressed them to me.

“What was that?” Gripping her chin I pulled her face away.

“A kiss,” she couldn’t seem to meet my eyes. I didn’t know what had just happened but it was obvious something had.

“That wasn’t a kiss. Sophia?” I made her meet my eyes. “Are you in a mood with me because I won’t make you c*m?” It was the only thing it could be.

“No.”

I didn’t believe her for a second. “Oh my darling, I will make you c*m. I am going to make you c*m hard tonight.” I whispered it an inch from her mouth.

“Whilst thinking about….”

I almost laughed, almost. She was jealous. And still thinking about my cruel words from last night.

My beautiful little Italian bride was insecure. “Whilst thinking about you Sophia, just you.” I stroked a finger down her face. “Let me show you.”

I slipped my lips over hers, my kiss gentle as I opened her mouth with mine. Tracing the line of her lips with my tongue. It was probably the softest kiss I had ever given a woman. But there was passion in it as well.

Sophia didn’t even hesitate. Her arms wrapped around my neck. She was the one that deepened the kiss.

“That is disgusting.” A girly voice spoke from the doorway and I pulled away slightly to test my forehead against Sophia’s. A small smile playing across my lips as we stared at each other and tried not to laugh.

My daughters were up.

“Now do you see why?”

Sophia nodded, chewing on her lip. She was trying not to laugh. “Yeah, Maybe I should take my seat?”

“Don’t you dare get off my lap woman, not until I have myself under control.” I couldn’t help it I chuckled. “But keep in mind today that I am going to …” my whisper trailed off as my eldest girl started making gagging noises. “ I swear to god if you two kiss again , I am going to Barf.”

Shaking my head I pressed one kiss to my wife’s lips. “Tonight.” I winked.