Owned By The Bratva King by Jagger Cole

22

River

Beinga fly on the wall of a literal war room is… intense. And more than a little exciting, too. For the entirety of the rest of the day, Yuri is in full General-mode.

He sits at his desk in the study barking orders into a phone. He’s on his laptop on video conferences with his captains, or other Bratva family bosses. Then he’s up, striding back and forth in the study roaring and strategizing with his people.

The more I listen, the more I realize that this is no simple mafia war. This isn’t SUVs pulling drive-by shootings. This is war. The Volkov and Belsky Bratva families are huge organizations with thousands of people. This is like the US and the USSR from the real Cold War actually going into battle with each other.

And I’m right here with a front row seat to the whole thing.

I keep out of the way as best as I can. I bring Yuri coffee and food, I keep the fire in the huge fireplace roaring. At one point, with reaching out to some of his people in the States, I’m at the laptop as he dictates emails to me.

It’s thrilling, exciting, like nothing else I’ve ever been a part of. And watching Yuri command like this is… hot. It’s a turn on, watching him basically marshal an army into war. More than once, he smirks when he catches me staring at him with a glint in my eye.

“Enough!” He roars, startling me all the way across the lavish house, in the kitchen. I gingerly make my way to the study just in time for him to yell one last time into the phone.

“Un-fucking-acceptable!! Get it done, Boris!”

He slams the phone down onto his desk. His eyes squeeze shut, and his hands grip the edge of the desk so tight I think he might snap a piece of it off. I slip into the room and pad quietly around behind him.

My hands land on his shoulders, rubbing with my thumbs. He groans, drooping his head. But he’s so tense. He’s still bristling from an entire day of battle with Semyon.

“What do you need?” I whisper quietly.

Yuri shakes his head. “Nothing, kiska,” he growls. He half turns to smile tensely at me. “Nothing.”

“How long until your next meeting?”

He groans and shakes his head. “No more fucking meetings.”

I bite my lip. My hands rub his shoulders, and then slip down to his chest. I rake my nails over his dress shirt, feeling the muscles clench beneath my touch.

“River…”

“Maybe I could…” I blush as I lean down to kiss his ear seductively. “Maybe I could help get rid of some of this tension…”

My pulse thuds with desire. Heat pools between my thighs as he growls thickly. His hands tense on the desk again, muscles flexing. But then he shakes his head.

“I cannot, kiska,” he hisses thickly.

I frown, thrown. “Oh... I… yeah.” My brow wrinkles as I move to pull away, feeling a little rejected. “If you’re busy—”

His hand suddenly shoots up, grabbing my wrist tightly.

“I am not too busy, River,” he growls. “It is that…” he groans, turning to look at me. I tremble at the fierceness in his gaze; the heat in his eyes.

“When I am like this… when a fight must be fought…” he grinds his jaw, slowly shaky his head. His gaze bores into me.

“You’re busy,” I smile weakly. “It’s fine—”

“There is a darkness in me, kiska,” he hisses quietly, but with a fierceness.

I swallow, feeling my skin prickle under his gaze. “I know,” I whisper.

“No, you—”

“Yes, I do,” I say again, my voice steady. “And I’m not afraid of it.”

His eyes harden. His grip tightens on my wrist in a way that sends a thrill of excitement and danger through me.

“Maybe you should be,” he growls, his voice edged like a knife; his eyes piercing into my very soul.

My wrist twists in his grip, turning so that my fingers entwine with his.

“What do you want?” I purr quietly.

Yuri groans, swiveling his chair to look at me fully.

“You know what I want, kiska,” he grunts. His eyes sweep over me, undressing me and making me tremble with need. “I want you.”

I pull my hand from his grip gently. I keep my eyes on his as I reach down and slip my fingers into the hem of my t-shirt. I peel it up over my head and toss it away, and his eyes dip to my bra-less tits before they drag back to my face, full of desire.

I tremble under his gaze, raking my teeth over my bottom lip. I’m playing with fire. But I can’t wait to get burned.

“Then what do you need, Yuri,” I whisper thickly.

“Careful,” he snarls darkly.

“Why?”

He groans, his jaw clenched. His eyes burning hotly into me. “You know why, River.”

Without another beat, I lean down, cup his face, and kiss him deeply. I moan softly, submissively. I open my mouth for his tongue, whimpering as he groans deeply. I suck at his lower lip as I pull away, my eyes leveling on his.

“What do you need, Yuri?” I whisper.

And suddenly, he snaps. With a growl, he’s up so fast that his chair falls backwards to the floor. He grabs me, whipping me around as my breath catches. I moan as he shoves me against the desk and bends me over it. His hands shove my skirt up, and my mouth falls open when he yanks my panties down to my knees.

And then without warning his palm slaps against my ass, hard. I yelp, but the heat and the sizzle of it makes my pussy melt. He groans and does it again to the other cheek. The smack is hard and sharp. But the lingering feeling it leaves has me aching for him.

Yuri groans again, wordless as he spanks my ass over and over. I moan for more, bent over his big desk with my nipples dragging across the smooth wood. I hear his belt buckle hit the floor, and the sound of his zipper.

His big hands grab my sore, tender ass. I gasp when I feel the hot, throbbing heat of thick cock press between my thighs. I’m so fucking wet, and he can tell. He chuckles darkly.

“So wet for me, little girl,” he groans. He pushes the fat head of his cock between my lips. I whimper as he grabs my hips, eases in, and then drives deep. My breath catches in my throat, and my body ripples with desire.

Yuri growls, hissing in pleasure as my walls grip and clench around his huge dick. He pulls back and then fucks right back in, deep and hard. His palm smacks my ass again as he withdraws again before pounding right back in.

Then, he starts to fuck me—not making love. Not sex. No other word can describe it aside from fucking. And I’m loving every single second of it. I moan into the desk, writhing against it as he pounds into me. My nails dig into the wood at the far side. My hips bruise against the edge.

His abs smack loudly against the softness of my ass with every rough thrust. His palm comes down across my ass until it’s throbbing with heat. His other hand slips up to grab a handful of my hair, pulling just enough for me to moan for more.

His hand slides over my ass, teasing as his thumb centers down between my cheeks. I cry out, moaning for it when he starts to rub my tight little hole. His big cock thrusts into me as he adds pressure. His thumb slips into my ass, and my eyes roll back in ecstasy.

“Yuri…” I whimper his name, my mouth falling open, my cheek on the desk. All I can see is light. All I can feel is the pure pleasure of his muscled body utterly dominating me, and his thick cock making me squeal.

He ruts into me hard and deep, thrusting against me until it all comes crashing down. I scream in pleasure as the orgasm explodes in my core. It wrenches me, taking my breath away as I cry out.

I can feel my walls gripping his thickness as my body shudders in pleasure. Yuri groans and pushes as deep as he can. His cock throbs and pulses. I moan when his hot cum spills deep into me. He leans over me, his hands gripping me tightly as his balls twitch against my clit.

I can feel his breath panting against my sweat-slicked back. I’m trembling all over. I can barely stand. And everything is sore, but in this way that makes me want it all over again.

Slowly, gently, he pulls out of me. Instantly, he’s scooping me into his arms and holding me against his chest.

“Kiska,” he groans softly against my mouth as he kisses me.

I moan back into his lips as he carries me from the room. We go upstairs and into the master bathroom. Yuri doesn’t let me out of his arms as he kicks on the water in the huge marble tub. When it’s full of steaming hot water and bubbles, he gently steps in, lowering me with him into the suds.

The heat stings in places. But then it’s nothing but soothing. I slip between his legs, grinning happily as I sink back against his chest. His big arms circle me, holding me tight and safe.

“I love you,” he groans into my ear.

I turn, overflowing with emotion as I crush my mouth to his. “I love you too.”