Seduction: A Dark Bratva Fake Marriage Romance (Wicked Vows)
Seduction: Chapter 13

Fuck.

I vaguely recognize the woman’s voice behind me, and she could fuck up everything. Vera stares at me, her eyes wide in surprise.

I turn, my face impassive. “Excuse me?” I ask in Russian. “Can I help you?”

It’s an older woman with gray hair twisted in a loose bun. Her blue eyes are kind, her face soft.

“Nikko Romanov,” the woman says. “You were in my class in grade school. Did you forget me?”

“I’m sorry,” I tell her apologetically. “My name is Markov, not Nikko. I am told I look like someone else.”

“Oh.” Her face falls, and I feel like a total douchebag. Shit. But if anyone replaces out my real identity, all will be lost.

“You do look so much like him,” she says, giving me a curious look. She doesn’t buy it. “Well. That’s too bad. I quite liked Nikko and would’ve loved a chance to catch up with him. Have a good night.”

She turns and is gone.

“Who was that?” Vera asks. “And why did she call you Nikko?”

I shrug as we walk toward the car and don’t reply. Adrenaline surges through me, and I want to punch something. “She mistook me for someone named Nikko. Someone she taught.” I give her a forced smile. “Grade school for me would’ve been over twenty years ago.”

Vera snorts as she gets into the car. “I forget how old you are.”

Oh, I look very fucking similar. I close the door with a bang. I have to change the subject.

The doors are tinted, and we’re alone. We’re so close our knees touch in the warm, dark interior. I reach my hand as if to caress her but lace my fingers through her hair and give it a sharp pull. “Are you calling me old?”

Her eyes go wide for a fraction of a second before she licks her lips and smirks at me. “No,” she says with a hint of mockery in her tone. “Never. . . Grandpa.”

I tighten my grip and bring my mouth to her ear. “Do I need to take you over my knee?”

My gaze lingers on her neck. Her pulse is beating rapidly when she swallows. “You do,” she says softly. “I really think you do.” I pull her head back slightly to expose her neck and shoulder, where I place a mix of soft and demanding kisses. She stifles a moan, and I drag my teeth along her collarbone and bite.

She gasps, but I hold her in place with my hand on her nape. “No. Not yet.” I wait until she submits, her body softening toward me before I release her hair and tenderly cradle her chin. Warmth spreads across my chest with the urge to protect her, even though I know I must seduce her. But I’m left pondering. When does the act of seduction become true affection?

“You’ve had too much to drink, Vera.”

“And you had nothing. I noticed you didn’t touch a drop.” Our whispered words in the dark, hidden back of the car linger in the air.

“I used to. Used to smoke weed and drink myself under the table. But no more.”

She runs the tip of her finger over my shoulder, barely touching me. “Why not?”

“Because I’ve learned that I like to be in control.”

“Really?” she says with a little laugh. The vibrant green of her eyes seems to intensify. “Shocking.”

I shake my head and make a little tsking sound. “Careful, young lady. You’ve already earned yourself one spanking.”

When she tries to look away, I bring her gaze back to mine. “When we get back to that room, you’re going to strip for me. I want to see your beautiful, naked body. I want to see every inch of you.” I bend closer and whisper in her ear. “I want to paint your ass red before I taste you. You’ll be my dessert tonight.”

“Oh God,” she says with a groan. “You can’t do that.”

I rest my hand on her thigh and tighten my grip. “I can and will. You know you’ve been imagining this.”

“Imagining what?” She barely manages to whisper.

“Everything. What it would be like to draped over my lap while I spank you. To surrender all control to me. To feel the blend of arousal and pain before I lay you out and lick your pussy. My hot, wet tongue eating you out. Don’t lie to me, Vera, or I’ll have to punish you.”

“And what if I have?” she whispers as I drag my thumb along the very top of one nipple. I give it a squeeze, and she hisses in a breath. “What then?”

“Then we’ll have to see where fantasy meets reality. There’s only one way to replace out what you really like.”

“What’s that?” She stifles a moan when I lift her top and drag one finger along the swell of her breast before I tease the hardened nipple.

“Try everything.”

Her eyes flutter shut. “Markov, why—why do I—why do I feel you’d be a total expert at that?”

Because it’s the only kind of sex that interests me.

The car cruises to a stop. We’re back.

Late night has settled over the campus. Though the undergrads are in full-on party mode, the private area where we stay is quieter. There’s too much on the line for these students to fuck around.

I’m going to make damn sure it’s safe before we go in.

I tip the driver, and he leaves. Vera stands behind me. “I’ll go first. They were supposed to install those locks while we were gone. I got the set of new keys. Let me check.”

“And if they didn’t?”

“Tomorrow, I take matters into my own hands.”

Vera winks lasciviously at me. “You do that, big boy.”

I stifle a snort and open the door.

The locks have been changed. They’re definitely more secure. There’s no evidence anything’s been moved or that anyone’s been in here. Perfect.

I waste no time removing my tie, my eyes on her. I shrug out of my suit coat while she watches, unabashedly taking me in.

“You’re so strong,” she whispers, reaching out to squeeze my biceps through my dress shirt. “So powerful. And the way you were with my father. . . God, Markov, you were amazing to watch.”

I reach for her and lift her up. I cup her ass, and her legs go around me. We’ve cuddled and kissed so far, but I’ve kept things innocent.

No more. I want this woman.

I kiss her until she moans, until she’s pliant and supple as I walk toward the bed. I slide her down the length of my body. “I want you to bend over that bed. Now.”

I turn her around and guide her over the edge of the bed. The sight of her perfect, heart-shaped ass and her willing submission makes me hard as fuck. I maneuver the buckle of my belt out and draw it through the loops. The sound of leather through fabric makes her squirm.

“What are you doing?” she asks. When I don’t answer, she gets a little nervous. “Markov?”

“You want a taste of dominance. We start here, Vera. I give the commands, and you obey.”

A wise man once told me that women are slow cookers and men are frying pans in the bedroom. Women often need a long, slow build-up to more. They need to feel safe. Emotionally secure. They need to trust.

“Look how gorgeous you are. Fucking stunning.”

“Markov. . .”

I tap my folded belt to her ass, a prelude. Her whole body jumps as if expecting much more. I tap her again and again, light taps over her clothing to tease and build expectation. My voice is low and controlled between light smacks of the belt.

“Is this what you want? Have you fantasized about this?”

She hesitates for a moment before nodding. “I’ve definitely fantasized about this.”

I give her another smack of the belt, a bit harder this time. Warming her up.

“You want to lose control. You want me to take over.”

“Yes. Fuck, yes.”

I snap the belt a bit harder. “Watch that language.”

She gives me a sidelong glance, and I can tell she’s halfway between telling me off and leaning into this. Allowing herself to submit in a way she never has before. I lean closer and fist her hair. “The correct response is yes, sir.”

Vera blinks wide eyes. Swallows. Licks her lips. A myriad of expressions crosses her face before she nods and whispers, “And if I say no, sir?”

A surge of adrenaline courses through me. A challenge. She wants to challenge me, and I’m fucking here for it.

“Then I’ll need to punish you. I’ll show you what happens to naughty girls who run their mouths.” I snap my belt hard across her ass, and she comes up on her toes. I spank her again, harder this time, and she squeals and squirms. Again, I bring the belt down. Now that she’s warmed up, she’ll be able to take more. I want to bring her to a place of no return.

“Tell me what your answer is, Vera. Let’s hear it, Kotyonok.”

“Ooh. What does that mean?”

“Kitten. I want to hear my little kitten purr.”

She smiles, her eyes close, and I slap my belt across her ass again. I drop it to the floor and lift her skirt around her waist. Her ass is bright pink and stunning. I press myself against her, loving the way my hardened length feels against her hot, punished ass.

“Did you learn your lesson, Vera? Will you be a good girl now?”

“Mmmm,” she says, squirming against me. I palm her ass and she draws in a breath.

“Is that a yes, sir or a no, sir?”

“Yes, sir,” she says on a moan. “Yes, sir, I’ll do whatever you say.”

“Good girl.” I bend and kiss her neck, still red from my earlier bite. I lick the reddened flesh, slide her dress up over her head, and toss it to the edge of the bed. Her rumpled undergarments are next, leaving only her simple white bra.

“Up on the bed.” I give her ass a firm pat. “I want to taste you.”

“Markov,” she begins, shaking her head. “I don’t know about that.”

“You said you’d do anything I said. Don’t push me, little kitten, or I’ll have no choice but to keep disciplining you.”

She bites her lip. I move up to the headboard and lift her up so her body’s straddling mine. I kiss her while cupping her breast. My cock aches to be inside her, but I know my patience will pay off. I will not take advantage of her.

She trembles as she places her knees on either side of my face. I kiss the inside of her thigh, where the sweet, warm evidence of her arousal coats her thighs. I lazily lick her inner thigh and groan. She’s going to taste better than I ever imagined.