A Sense of Duty (Volkov Bratva #2) Read Online Sam Crescent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Mafia, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Volkov Bratva Series by Sam Crescent
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Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
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“Perfect,” Andrei said. He moved away.

Was I expected to follow?

With his back turned away from me, I chanced a couple of steps in the too-big heels, and winced. They were going to hurt my feet. The shoes were a perfect fit but for a woman who’d spent her life in flats, my poor feet would pay the price. I should have taken time growing up to learn how to walk in heels. They were the ultimate weapon, apparently.

“Move it,” Andrei said.

Hands clenched, I rushed my steps, praying I didn’t look like a penguin walking. Would it have killed him to at least be a little nice? I was trying here. At least he got to go out and explore the world. He wasn’t trapped in a penthouse suite, dying a little every single day. I didn’t demand this marriage, he did.

My lips remained closed. There was no way I’d have the guts to say this to his face. He’d kill me and laugh as he did it. All I could do was hope he’d be in a good mood later on so that I could request to leave the penthouse at least once a week. That wasn’t too hard, was it?

****

Andrei

I didn’t like when Ivan came to my city. Especially when it wasn’t planned, out of the blue, and one week into my marriage. I had nothing to hide from him, apart from the fact I’d not fucked her.

Every day for the past week, I’d arrived home to find her fast asleep. I’d lain in bed and waited for sleep to claim me. I’d never been a hard sleeper. Years of waiting for my dad to come and take his anger and aggression out on me had done that. I always slept now with one eye open. Did she know how many weapons I had close by?

There was always a gun beneath my pillow, as well as two underneath our bed. Another in the drawer. Our penthouse was full of weapons to grab in case of an ambush.

Adelaide kept trying to pull the dress down. It had ridden up the moment she sat in the car, and that was how I liked it. Seeing that blue dress on the bed, I didn’t want her to wear that, to hide from who she was. My wife had an amazing body. Curves in all the right places. To some, she might be considered fat, but to me, I happened to like looking at her curves. The only saving grace about her wedding dress had been what it did for her tits. They should be on constant display. My men knew to look away, and any man caught staring at my woman would feel my anger. Adelaide was all mine.

Now, some men might prefer their women to cover up, to hide their bodies for their own viewing pleasure. Not me. I didn’t want to see her drowned in clothing. Adelaide hid enough as it was.

I’m aware she’s pissed off. Did she know I watched her? Did she know I had cameras in every single room of the house? That all it took was a few presses on my cell phone, and I could see what she was doing every single second of every day? I doubted it.

She was going crazy. Staying in the penthouse all day, every single day, was starting to take its toll. Ivan was screwing with my plans. Ever since he’d changed Bethany for Adelaide, his meddling hadn’t been appreciated. A whore like Bethany knew of our world. Adelaide should never have been my wife. She wasn’t made for this.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

I ignored her and stared at my cell phone, scrolling through the endless emails.

“So, we’ve been married for one week,” Adelaide said.

“Shut up.” I wasn’t interested in knowing how long we’d been married. I was not stupid. I could count.

She tensed and moved a little closer to the door. Did she really think that would help her? Putting my cell phone away, I stared at her exposed thigh. Her legs were pressed together. The tempting white flesh of her knee was too good to ignore.

“Circle the block, Leo,” I said.

I closed the distance between us and placed my hand on her thigh. She gasped, her hands moving as if to push me away. Bethany had warned her. I knew her vile sister would spread her gossip. Bethany wasn’t wrong. I did like to fuck. I loved having a woman’s cunt on my dick. I liked it rough. Hearing a woman moan as I pounded away inside her, holding her into place, marking her, was the best feeling in the world. What the bitch hadn’t said to Adelaide was I’d never touched her.

I hated Bethany. Marrying her was all a business deal. I didn’t want my spunk inside that nasty cunt. Nope. Ivan hadn’t told me about the baby part of things. That had come after I put my ring on Adelaide’s finger, and my name taking hers.



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