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The Morozovs was another bratva family that had only just recently appeared on the scene, but their strategy for coming into Boston was completely different than the Kozlovs. They had reached out to the reigning families in the city, including mine, and if I wasn’t mistaken, likely hers too. Their respectful approach had been much more well received than the Kozlovs’, and my father and I hadn’t thought much about it until the news broke of the marriage between the two families only two weeks ago.
As far as I knew, the marriage wasn’t public knowledge. To be honest, I wasn’t even sure it had happened yet. I had only found out because I’d placed a man on the inside as a waiter at one of their restaurants they used as a front so they could launder money. He’d heard a whisper about it and reported it to me. Every piece of evidence I’d been able to gather since then had seemingly verified the initial report, so I was operating on the assumption that it was true.
Her subtle intake of breath told me that she understood exactly what that meant. On their own, either family wasn’t much of a concern. Her family could easily overpower them, as could mine, but together the two Russian bratva families would be a force to be reckoned with.
“That is concerning,” she murmured.
“The two of them combined is a much greater threat,” I said in agreement.
“Indeed,” she replied.
For a while, she remained quiet, likely thinking over what her family would need to do to ensure their current position remained secure, but I had an idea for her that might solve those issues for both our families in one go.
“You and I were supposed to be married once,” I offered quietly. She tensed in my arms, but I didn’t let her go. By her body language alone, she wasn’t exactly amendable to the idea, but I wanted to put it forth anyway to see what she thought.
“I won’t be forced to marry anyone against my will,” she answered, her voice revealing that she was extremely reluctant, but underneath it all there was a tiniest hint of arousal.
“I wouldn’t force you to marry me, Ada. I know that our fathers arranged our marriage years ago, but I don’t see this like that. I would ask for your brother’s blessing, but I wouldn’t be asking for his permission. I would plan to ask you, and whether you say yes or no would be entirely up to you,” I explained further.
She was quiet for a long while again, and I returned to tracing my fingers over her gorgeous, lithe body. I especially enjoyed when she shivered with sensation from my explorative touches. When I grew bolder and took her breast in my palm, she arched against me and sucked in a breath. I toyed with her nipple as it hardened under my touch, and I pinched it softly, which earned me the most sensationally seductive gasp from her lips.
“What if I say no?” she ventured carefully.
I didn’t respond right away, choosing instead to lean over and trail soft kisses down the length of her arm. She sighed as I splayed my hand over her stomach, and she almost imperceptivity leaned into my touch.
I liked that. It told me a lot.
With a soft growl, I nipped her shoulder and she moaned, the sound nearly inaudible, but I heard it anyway. Growing a bit bolder, I slid my hand down and cupped her pussy. It pleased me to find her soaking wet for me. Gradually, I slid a single finger over her clit, teasing her until she shuddered against me with building desire. My cock was rock hard, and I made no effort to conceal it as it nestled between her warm, freshly spanked cheeks.
I didn’t need to have my fingers inside her to know that her pussy had clenched right then. The explosion of tension in her body told me that.
“Then it will just make it even hotter for me when you get so needy for my cock that you ask me to ask you again.”
She stilled, not looking at me. Her body remained rigidly tense, and I waited patiently for her. I meant what I said. I wouldn’t force this on her, but I also knew that a woman like her liked to be challenged, and I wasn’t afraid to do that either.
Ada Murphy deserved a man worthy of her, and I wanted to be that man.
“You think I would ask you to ask me to marry you?” she questioned, her skepticism obvious.
She wasn’t used to anything like this. I continued to caress her, moving down her hip and cupping her still warm cheek. I slapped it lightly before I leaned in and nibbled on the side of her ear. She shivered as I brushed my beard against her sensitive flesh, and then I opened my mouth and whispered the words that would push her well out of her comfort zone.
“I don’t think it, little girl. I’m certain of it.”
She stiffened in my arms, but I’d been expecting that. Her body language read annoyance, but there were several signs that told me she wasn’t totally opposed to the idea. When she spread her thighs, the silky strings of her arousal stretched between them, glistening in the low light of my bedroom. Her nipples had grown much more erect than they had been when I’d been teasing them with my fingers, and her cheeks were far redder than before.
Ada enjoyed it when I called her a little girl. It would be terribly hard for her to ever admit, but I was a patient man. If she agreed to be my wife, I’d have all the time in the world.
“I’m not a little girl, asshole,” she sneered. For a moment, I thought she might stay and enjoy the rest of the night with me. I could tell she was exhausted and worn out from earlier, but soon enough, her pride reigned supreme, and she pulled away from me and sat up on the bed.
Her back flexed, the magnificent landscape of muscles tensing with her irritation, arousal, and confusion. I watched as her shoulders rounded, and she dropped her head, trying to come to a decision and being unable to, at least in this moment. Her gorgeous burgundy hair shone in the moonlight, mussed from a good fucking but utterly full of life.
She turned, peering over her shoulder back at me, likely trying to see if I would react to being called a name. When her hand dropped to her hip, her thumb just grazing her ass, I realized that she might think I’d punish her for it. I wouldn’t. Ada didn’t need me to punish her. She needed my support more than anything else.
“Think about it, Ada. The two of us would be a smart match,” I whispered, taking a step back and appealing to her more logical side. I reached for her, dragging my fingertips down the length of her spine and making her shiver.
She pulled away and stood up, giving me the most magnificent view of her naked backside. Her rounded, apple-shaped ass was still tinged with pink. The light peeking through the windows cast her in an otherworldly, ethereal glow, and I could do nothing but stop and gaze at her, knowing full well I would commit this image to memory and use it as inspiration every time I stroked my cock from now on.
“You’re breathtaking,acushla.”
