Accidental Bratva Daddy (Bratva Blessings)

Chapter 10Luka

10

Luka

T he steady drumming of water against tile fills the spacious bathroom as I step into the shower. Steam rises around me, enveloping my body in its warm embrace. I close my eyes, letting the hot water cascade over my tense muscles, willing it to wash away the stress of the past few days.

It's been a whirlwind since Natalia and I exchanged vows in that staged ceremony. Our "honeymoon" has been a strange dance of passion and hesitation, desire and doubt. Every moment with her is intoxicating, yet I can't shake the feeling that I'm playing with fire, and I’m the one most likely to get burned.

As if summoned by my thoughts, I hear the bathroom door open. My eyes snap open, my body instantly alert.

"Luka?" Natalia's voice, soft and hesitant, carries over the sound of running water. "Are you in here?"

I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry despite the steam surrounding me. "In the shower," I call back, my arousal spiking almost instantly.

There's a pause, heavy with possibility. Then, "Can I join you?"

My cock twitches at her words, already responding to the mere thought of her naked body pressed against mine. "If you want," I manage to say, aiming for nonchalance.

The shower door slides open, and Natalia steps in. My breath catches in my throat as I take in the sight of her. Water droplets cling to her pale skin, glistening like diamonds. Her auburn hair darkens to a rich mahogany as it gets wet, clinging to her neck and shoulders in enticing tendrils.

"Hi," she says, a shy smile playing at her lips.

"Hi yourself," I reply, unable to keep the hunger from my voice.

For a moment, we just stand there, the hot water rushing over us both. The tension between us is palpable, crackling like electricity in the steamy air. Then, as if drawn by some invisible force, we move towards each other simultaneously.

Our lips crash together in a searing kiss. I wrap my arms around Natalia's waist, pulling her flush against me. She gasps into my mouth as she feels my hardness pressing against her stomach.

"Luka," she breathes, her hands roaming over my chest, tracing the patterns of my tattoos.

I growl low in my throat, spinning us so her back is against the cool tile wall. She shivers at the contrast, her nipples hardening into tight peaks. I can't resist the temptation. I duck my head, capturing one rosy bud between my lips.

Natalia arches into me, a breathy moan escaping her. Her fingers tangle in my wet hair, holding me to her breast as I take first one nipple into my mouth, then the other. My cock hardens painfully at the moans that escape her pouty lips.

"Please," she whimpers, her hips rocking against mine.

I lift my head, meeting her lust-darkened gaze. "Please what, darling? Tell me what you want."

Her cheeks flush, and not just from the heat of the shower. "I want you inside me," she says, her voice barely audible over the rushing water. "Now."

I get the feeling she’s using me as a distraction, which I should find insulting, but who’s to say I’m not doing the same with her? Who’s to say we can’t both use each other, if it’s mutual?

And who am I to deny my precious wife what she wants?

I hoist her up, pinning her between my body and the wall. Natalia wraps her legs around my waist, her arms looping around my neck. With one hand supporting her weight, I use the other to guide myself to her entrance.

We both groan as I push inside her. She's impossibly tight and hot, her inner walls clenching around me like a velvet vise. For a moment, I stay still, savoring the feeling of being buried deep inside her. My Natalia, my wife.

"Move," Natalia urges, rolling her hips as much as she can in our position.

I chuckle at how much she wants control, but I’m not going to give it to her. I’m the man, and therefore I feel as though I should lead. It’s my nature and I’m not keen on changing that anytime soon. Some men are able to be domesticated in marriage. With me, that’s not even a possibility.

“I’ll move when I’m ready,” I growl into her neck, pulling my cock out of her just to prove my point.

Her nails dig into my back, clawing at my skin like she’s trying to punish me. Little does she know that it feels good. She could do it a lot harder and I wouldn’t even wince because I’m a sucker for pain. When you’ve lived your entire life with it, you begin to romanticize it.

“Fuck me,” she hisses, in my ear.

I silence her with a kiss, swallowing her moans as I begin to thrust inside her again. The sound of skin slapping against skin mingles with the patter of water, creating a symphony of pleasure.

I set a punishing rhythm, driving into her with all the pent-up desire that's been building since our wedding night. Natalia meets me thrust for thrust, her nails digging into my shoulders hard. I can feel how much she wants this, how much she wants me, despite the way she tries to deny herself.

"God, you feel amazing," I groan, burying my face in the crook of her neck. "So tight, so perfect, my good girl.”

Natalia can only whimper in response, her body trembling in my arms. I can feel her getting close, her inner muscles spasming around my cock.

"That's it, kitten," I encourage, moving a hand between us to circle her clit with my thumb. "Come nice and hard. Let me feel you milk me dry with that little whore pussy.”

My words and touch are all it takes to send her over the edge. Natalia comes with a cry of my name, her body arching off the wall as her orgasm takes over her. The sight of her lost in ecstasy, combined with her tight grip around my cock, causes my own release. I bury myself to the balls inside her wet heat, groaning as I empty myself inside her until cum drips between us, washed away by the shower’s pulsing rain.

The water, now lukewarm, continues to rain down on us. Slowly, carefully, I lower Natalia back to her feet, keeping my arms around her as she stumbles and sways from the intensity of her orgasm.

"Well," Natalia says once she's caught her breath, a small laugh bubbling up. "That's one way to start the morning."

I can't help but chuckle, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "Indeed it is."

We finish showering, stealing kisses and caresses as we wash each other. There's something oddly intimate about it, more so than the passionate encounter we just shared. It makes my chest tighten in a way I'm not entirely comfortable with, since I know how tenuous this connection of ours is, how easily it’ll break and wash away.

As we step out of the shower, wrapping ourselves in the hotel's plush towels, I can't help but admire Natalia's body once more. Water droplets cling to her skin, making her glow in the soft bathroom light. The marks I've left on her neck and breasts stand out against her pale skin, a primal part of me reveling in the sight of my ownership there for anyone to see.

"You’re always staring," Natalia teases, smirking as she catches me.

I smile, pulling her close for another kiss. "Always," I grumble against her lips.

We make our way to the bedroom, leaving a trail of damp footprints and discarded towels in our wake. I guide Natalia to the bed, gently pushing her down onto the plush mattress. She looks up at me, her green eyes dark with renewed desire.

"Again?" she asks, a hint of challenge in her voice as she looks down to my hardening erection.

I growl, covering her body with mine. "What can I say? You bring out the insatiable in me."

This time, our lovemaking is slower, more deliberate. I take my time exploring every inch of Natalia's body with my hands and mouth, committing each sensitive spot to memory. By the time I finally slide inside her again, she's a writhing, begging mess beneath me.

"Luka, please," she gasps, her nails raking down my back. "I need you."

I capture her lips in a searing kiss as I begin to move, setting a steady rhythm that has us both moaning in pleasure. Natalia meets me thrust for thrust, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, urging me deeper.

"You're perfect," I groan, nuzzling into the crook of her neck. "So beautiful, so fiery and stubborn. My sweet girl.”

Natalia arches into me, her breath coming in short pants. "I'm close," she whimpers. "So close."

I slip a hand between us, my fingers finding her sensitive bud. "Then come for me, Natalia," I urge, increasing my pace. "Let go. Make me yours.”

She climaxed hard, riding every last wave of pleasure as I finish with her. The moment is perfect, but as with everything, it doesn’t last. We both come down from the high, breathing heavily and holding each other close.

Her skin is like rose petals against mine as we lie together. The world around us no longer matters, at least for this precious morning, and I allow myself to be present for once. Usually, I’m pulled into the future, forced to calculate every step before it happens. The consequences for slipping up, even once, are fatal.

"This is nice," Natalia murmurs, breaking the comfortable silence.

I hum in agreement, my hand running up and down her spine. "It is."

She props herself up on an elbow, looking down at me with those captivating green eyes. "What are we doing, Luka?"

The question catches me off guard. "What do you mean?"

Natalia sighs, a small crease appearing between her brows. "This. Us. We're married, but it's not real. We're sleeping together, but we're not in love. What is this?"

I consider her words carefully. The truth is, I'm not entirely sure myself. All I know is that being with Natalia feels right in a way nothing else has in a long time. But the thought of putting a label on it, of admitting to any real feelings, sends a jolt of panic through me.

"Does it have to be anything?" I ask, keeping my voice carefully neutral. "Can't we just enjoy this for what it is?"

Natalia studies me for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Then, slowly, she nods. "I suppose we can," she says. "A casual thing, nothing more."

Relief washes over me, even as a small part of me rebels against the idea of her being anything other than fully mine . "Exactly," I agree. "No strings, no expectations. Just this."

Natalia settles back against my chest, but I can feel the slight tension in her body. "That works for me," she says. "I'm not looking for true love anyway. My brand is my priority right now."

Her words echo my own thoughts so closely it's almost eerie. "I understand," I tell her, my fingers combing through her silky hair. "My world... it's not safe for real relationships. For families."

I think of my parents, their lives cut brutally short by the very world they'd tried to shield me from. The memory still burns, even after all these years. No, I can't risk that kind of loss again. This arrangement with Natalia is safer. Simpler.

"So we're agreed then?" Natalia asks, tilting her head to meet my gaze. "This is just casual. No falling in love."

I nod, ignoring the twinge in my chest at her words. "Agreed. No falling in love."

Natalia smiles, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes. "Good," she says, leaning in to press a soft kiss to my lips. "Now, how about we order some room service? I'm starving."

As she climbs out of bed, wrapping herself in one of the hotel's plush robes, I can't help but admire the graceful lines of her body. She's stunning, inside and out. Any man would be lucky to have her love.

But not me. I can't afford that kind of vulnerability. This arrangement we've come to—it's for the best. Simple. Uncomplicated. Safe.

So why does it feel like I'm lying to myself?

I push the thought aside, focusing instead on the present moment. We have a few more days in this luxurious bubble before we have to face the reality of our situation. I intend to make the most of it.

"Room service sounds perfect," I say, reaching for the menu on the nightstand. "What are you in the mood for, kitten?"

Natalia's answering smile is bright enough to chase away the shadows of doubt lurking in the corners of my mind. For now, at least, this is enough. It has to be.