Bratva Bully Read Online Sam Crescent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Insta-Love, Mafia Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
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They were surrounded by forests and there was a small beach. The water was so clear, and the heat wasn’t too hot. There was also a slight breeze.

Boris had waited for them to leave the island. He gave her a kiss to the cheek, his son a handshake, and then he pulled away and started to head back to civilization.

“This place is beautiful,” Galina said.

“It’s my dad’s island.”

“Do you come here often?” she asked as they arrived at the house and Mikhail opened the door.

Everywhere was beige, cream, and white, and it looked so clean, so crisp, and stunning. The curtains were open, and they moved with the wave of the breeze. It looked so idyllic and charming.

“No. This is my father’s island. He brings Mom here whenever he’s knocked up a mistress. This is his way of paying her back.”

She looked toward him, a little taken aback.

“Oh, wow,” she said. “Does she know?”

“Yes. The thing is, my mom doesn’t care. She’s just happy to be the Belsky wife. That was all she wanted. Dad insisted we come here.”

“It is beautiful, even if the intentions are not great,” she said. She moved to the window that overlooked the beach and ocean.

Mikhail moved toward her, wrapping his arms around her. “I won’t be taking a mistress.”

This surprised her.

“You won’t?”

“No. I won’t be taking a mistress.”

“Does my dad…?”

“No,” Mikhail said. “Your parents are one of the few couples that had an arranged marriage and fell in love.” He pressed a kiss to her neck. “They are a power couple in their own right.”

This made her smile. She didn’t know what she would do or think if her parents had been living a lie all this time.

Did she want to live like her parents or like Mikhail’s dad? To constantly be brought to an island when he’d done something like knocking up another woman? Just the very thought of it sent a jolt of pain through her chest. She hated it. Why did she hate it? Why would it matter to her? This was Mikhail. She hated him, didn’t she?

He pressed his lips against her neck, and she couldn’t help but moan as he nibbled down on the pulse right at her neck that always made her melt against him. That part of her neck was so sensitive.

She felt an answering heat between her thighs. Last night, their first time together had been painful. The pain had startled her, but Mikhail hadn’t continued. He’d held himself inside her, waiting until she was ready for him to take more. At first, she didn’t want him inside her, hoping he’d finish and leave her alone.

Galina knew her responsibility was to see that their marriage was consummated. It had hurt. But then, the pain had lessened, if not changed, and she had wanted him to move within her. She’d wanted to explore his touch.

After several minutes, it had no longer hurt, but felt so good that she’d enjoyed feeling him fuck her, and then when she’d gotten into it, he’d stopped. He’d reached his orgasm, and she loved seeing him lose control. All of this was new to her.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

“Fine.”

He placed a hand on her stomach and then began to slide it down. She wore a very loose dress and as he pressed his hand against her pussy, she let out a gasp.

“What about here?”

“Fine.”

He growled. “Are you wet?”

“Maybe.”

He bunched up the fabric of her dress, then cupped her pussy through her panties. Within seconds, he surprised her by tearing them off her body. He slid a finger between her slit, touching her clit, but then sliding down to her entrance. Mikhail circled her before slowly pushing a single finger inside her. She sunk her teeth against her lip, trying to contain the sounds, but failing miserably. He growled against her flesh.

“You’re soaking wet.”

Galina didn’t want to fight him. The truth was, call her crazy, but she wanted to explore those small sensations she had felt at his touch last night. She didn’t know why she loved it when he touched her. Like now, she loved his touch, the way his lips grazed her neck, and his teeth sank into her flesh.

Goose bumps erupted over her, as wave upon wave of aroused sensation flooded her body. She couldn’t get enough of his touch, of his everything.

“Please!”

He pulled his finger out of her pussy and she whimpered as he let her go, but then he grabbed her hand, leading her away from the window. She didn’t even need to ask where they were going, as they stepped into the bedroom. Mikhail grabbed his shirt, tossing it across the room, and allowing it to land on the floor.

He didn’t touch her, instead taking care of his pants, letting them drop to the floor. He wasn’t wearing any boxer briefs. Mikhail had been the first to wake this morning, so she’d not seen him dress. He woke her up to breakfast in bed, which she loved. He’d also gotten her the dress she was now wearing. She watched as he wrapped his fingers around his length, working from the base up to the root, then back down again. She licked her suddenly dry lips, and then he stepped closer.


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