The Billionaire Boss's Captive Bride

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me, the priest clearing his throat every five fucking minutes like my bride wasn't going to walk down the aisl

already damned to hell

ing. Anatoly stood to my right, the only man that I had standing for me. My other brigadiers were scatte

t had all been very quickly put together, I hadn't thought about flying

y hands. Stanislav had made the ultimate mistak

as about t

I would rather be anywhere other than here right now, despite my grand plans coming together perfectly. Now that

ringing me to do harm to her so that she could learn that I was

t I thought she had done that before, but the tears streaming down her cheeks and th

to stand in front of everyone with a fucking hard-on. If

r tell me that she was mine and remind her

name of her husband, and tomorrow, I would take my rightful

hey could be witness to the change in their organization. Of course, I had plenty of security to protect

advantage of the situation,

d given explicit instructions to drag her down to me if there was a need to do so.

g to fuck this

other, she wo

hrough me as a silhouette appeared in the doorway, flanked by one

escort. Idly I wondered if she was thinking about her father or her family being there for her wedding,

e obscured by a veil that I would pull back at the

off her impressive cleavage and small waistline. I had already gotten a glimpse of what awaited me tonight, a

t the altar, a cloud of vanilla following in her wake. I reached out

smile inwardly. S

o

shou

her know that she was mine. Looking over at the priest, who was cl

ed his book. "D

re to have for Christ as a married couple. His words washed over me, and I wondered what Sveta was thinking a

love. All I wanted to do was impregnate her

and take the blessing, listening to the priest's qu

without reservation to give you

ceased to exist. If she started to show out now, I wouldn't

ven c

a

d g

. She wasn't going to run screaming from the church. She was going to follow

her as man and wife for

another? Honor a woman at that? I would respect her as long as she

ietly, her words barely

rom God and bring them up according

first part of the question. I was more than willi

er another squeeze, more to tell her to answer the question.

I wasn't going to be an asshole, well, not completely. After all, I had to show the Krasnaya Bratva that Sveta would be tre

d have to show her off occasionally for their sake, and somet

the consumm

e words toward the end. Up close, I could hear the emotion in her voice, waiting for the mom

of the ceremony, my tension eased even more.

lling out the rings I had given him earl

te scroll stamped into the gold. It was an unusual ring, with an u

oised over her finger. "Receive this r

her veil. They were wide and full of terror, which only had my cock responding in ways that I hadn'

my hand to take it in hers. Was she curious as to why I would choose a wedding ring? Many men in my position di

g for Stanislav's men, knowing that I now

poised over my finger now. "Receive this

hat, all throaty and lust filled though

ice would be lust filled

fall to my side before turning her attention back to

to making us man and wife in

face for the first time since she walked down the aisle. Fuck, she was gorgeous. I had forgotten how beautiful she w

my tongue plundered her mouth, making the final mark on her. I pu

t name, and now she would be

ldn't

y arm, I waited for her to take it before turning us both to the waiting crowd. Reluctantly the applause cam

and I wanted to shout to the heavens that my plan had finally come t

llowed close behind, sliding into the passenger seat, and we were off, back toward the mansion where we would rec

ooked at the gold ring on my finger. Sveta was my wife

said, dropping my hand and resting it on my

she countered, her hands

married her in my bedroom before I fucked her hard, yet I had taken the steps that were nece

ndow and not on me. If it weren't for the way she was clasping her

nted to test the waters even more, but there were other pressing matters. So

and forced he

ingers digging into her upper arm. "You will laugh an

back at me. When the fire died, I felt strangely di

said tightly. "I wil

er arm and opened the door, finding Anatoly already waiting outs

I see," he murmured

off to the side as we entered, the soft strains of the small quartet orchestra playing in the background. I didn't know what Sveta thought about the long table set up, the soft glow of

ted to dance wi

g her against me until she could feel my raging erection in her sto

ll she fit against my body, how her head brushed my chin as I expertly turned her around on the dance floor. I mi

er shell of her ear. Her smell was intoxicating,

couldn't imagine that things would go so well or that Sveta would now become complacent w

the back of it and look like the doting husband I was planning to be

I couldn't quite put my finger on. She was going to be less of the doting wife and more of an enigma for

brigadiers waiting in the wings. Instinctively I pulled her close to my side, wr

ghting your forces now that our leader is gone and we are directionless."I fought to show my satisfaction at the news. That was what I had been

former Pakhan," he continued, his eyes on my wife. "Please ac

gies and your allegiance," I answered for her, tightening my grip on her waist. "And I welcome you into the fold of my Bratva. I see a great par

rders to fill our wineglasses and providing my favorite vodka as well. I stood, picking up my glass, and the guests fell silent. "Thank you for coming to our special

s well. "And to you," I said, low enough for no one else to hear. "I hope you realize that this uni

showing in their depths before she snuffed it

ar Sveta," I whispered against her lips. "And as long as you are obedient to me

ild in her womb and giving me the key to my future. Once that was

ast. Gorka, I thought. Bitterness. For vodka is bitter, and marriage is sweet.

ide my bride. There was a load off my shoulders at what I had ac

to get Sveta pregnant as soon as possible. There

uld be nearly impossible to deny that I had

easure full in the glass that sat by my plate. It was time to celebrat

this, not a