Arranged Mafia Marriage

Chapter 8Kiril

8

Kiril

I wake early the next morning with fresh plans. Felicity needs clothes, and I want to see her smile. It’s a simple enough solution to the issue of her being locked up all the time. If we’re indoors instead of out on the street, things can be a lot safer.

I knock on her bedroom door, hoping she’s not still sleeping. “Are you awake?” I ask.

There’s a rustling sound, then her voice, slightly muffled. “Yes, come in.”

I enter to find her sitting up in bed, locks tousled from sleep. She looks vulnerable, and she pulls her blanket up to her chest, hiding her body from me. It’s funny because I’ve already seen all of it, but we’ve taken a huge step back. Maybe I should’ve had her in my room from the beginning, that way she couldn’t pretend like we’re just friends.

“Get dressed,” I say, trying to force a smile. “We’re going shopping.”

She blinks. “Shopping? Really?”

I nod. “You need clothes, and I thought you might enjoy getting out of the penthouse for a while.”

A smile breaks across her face, and I’m struck by how beautiful she is when she’s happy. “That sounds wonderful. Thank you, Kiril.”

“Be ready in an hour. We’ll have breakfast first.”

I leave her to get ready, heading to my own room to dress. An hour later, we’re seated at the dining table, Elena fussing over us as she serves a hearty breakfast. “You two have fun today,” she says, patting Felicity’s shoulder. “And don’t let him rush you, dear. Take your time and enjoy yourself.”

Felicity smiles up at her. “I will, Elena. Thank you.”

As we finish eating, I notice Felicity fidgeting with her napkin. “Is something wrong?”

She looks up, biting her lip. “I was just wondering about the money. I don’t have much savings, and…”

I cut her off. “Don’t worry about money. Use my credit card. Get whatever you want.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

My eyes widen. I’ve never had to convince a woman to use my money before. How refreshing. “I’m sure. Go crazy if you want to. You’re my wife now, so what’s mine is yours.”

She nods, a touch of excitement flashing across her face. “Thank you, Kiril. I appreciate it.”

We head out, Viktor and another guard following at a discreet distance. I take Felicity to Fifth Avenue, watching her excitement grow with each designer boutique.

“Where should we start?” she asks, looking overwhelmed by the choices.

I guide her into one of the high-end stores, looking over my shoulder for any sign of threats. “Let’s start here. You can pick out anything you like, but you must show me first so that I can see. I’d love a little fashion show from you.”

Her cheeks burn a delightful shade of red, but she doesn’t protest. I’m learning that she loves the attention and praise, and I’m more than happy to give it to her.

For the next few hours, I follow as Felicity flits from store to store, trying on clothes and accessories. Her initial hesitation fades, replaced by genuine enjoyment. She models outfits for me, seeking my opinion, and I’m enjoying the experience more than I expected, even with the looming threat of our enemies.

In one boutique, she emerges from the dressing room in a form-fitting dress that accentuates her generous curves. My breath catches in my throat, when I see her.

“What do you think?” she asks, twirling for me.

“It’s perfect,” I say, my voice rougher than I intend. “We’ll take it.”

As the day progresses, Felicity becomes more relaxed around me. She laughs at my dry comments about some of the more outrageous fashion choices, and I’m smiling more than I have in years.

We stop for lunch at a small café, and she animatedly describes her favorite purchases. She’s clearly still excited, and I want to see her like this more often. After lunch, we head to one last store, a high-end lingerie boutique.

Felicity hesitates at the entrance. “Is this necessary?” she asks, a blush creeping up her cheeks.

I move closer close, brushing my lips against her ear. “Indulge me, darling.”

She shivers but nods, allowing me to guide her inside. Truthfully, I need to take things to the next level with her or I know she’ll sink all the way back into her usual shyness, denying me the true pleasures of being her husband. The one night we had together stains my mind in a way that can’t be forgotten. I need her again, but she needs to be warmed up first.

A saleswoman greets us as we walk in, and I instruct her to help Felicity find some suitable sets.

As Felicity disappears into the dressing room, I settle into a chair outside, waiting. A few minutes later, her voice calls out, “Kiril? Can you come here for a moment?”

I stand, moving to the dressing room door. “Is everything all right?”

“I... I’m not sure about this set. Can you give me your opinion?”

I smirk, pushing open the door and stepping inside. Felicity stands before me in a delicate lace bra and matching panties, the robin-egg blue color complementing her skin.

I take in every inch of her body. “Turn around,” I say softly.

She obeys, giving me a view of her backside. The panties hug her curves perfectly, and I have to clench my fists to keep from reaching out to touch her.

“Well?” she asks, biting her bottom lip and looking down at herself.

I step closer, my chest nearly touching her back. “It’s perfect, but I think we need to make sure it fits properly.”

My hands settle on her hips, and her breath hitches. Slowly, I slide one hand up her side, brushing the underside of her breast. She leans back against me, a soft gasp escaping her lips. Her head tilts back to rest on my shoulder.

I trail my fingers along the edge of her panties, teasing the sensitive skin of her lower abdomen. “Is this okay?” I ask, giving her a chance to stop me.

She nods, and her eyes close. “Yes. We just need to make sure it fits, right?”

“Right,” I mutter as I continue my exploration, slipping my fingers under the waistband of her panties. I trace the outline of her hip bone, then dip lower, finding her already wet. I lean down to whisper in her ear. “You like this, don’t you?”

She moans, pressing her ass against my growing erection. “Yes.”

I stroke her clit, feeling her body respond. “You’re so wet,” I murmur, my fingers sliding easily through her slick folds. “I bet I could fuck you right now, and you’d be begging for more.”

Her breathing quickens, and she grinds against my hand.

I click my tongue, forcing myself to sound disapproving. “Look how absolutely sopping you’ve made these panties. We’ll have to buy this set now.” I press lightly against her clit as I tease her. “You won’t be able to wear them again without thinking of me.”

She whimpers, her hips bucking against my hand. “Please...”

I chuckle, withdrawing my fingers. “Not yet, darling. I want you to remember this the next time you put on a pair of pretty lingerie.”

I turn her to face me, my eyes locking with hers. “Let’s see what else you have in here.”

I move to the rack of clothing, pulling out a sheer black negligee. “This is lovely. Try it on.”

Felicity takes the garment, her cheeks flushed. She slips it over her head, the silky material clinging to her curves.

“Beautiful,” I say as I help her strip it off. “Hmm, let’s try something a little more daring.”

I select a red satin corset, holding it up for her inspection. “What do you think?”

She bites her lip, her eyes wide. “I don’t know.”

I smile, stepping closer. “Trust me.” I wrap the corset around her torso, fastening the hooks in the front. I pull the laces tight, watching as her breasts swell above the top. The robin egg blue bra from the set she was wearing when I first entered the dressing room impedes my ability to see her nipples. I reach around her, unhooking the clasp and removing the bra.

I step back, admiring the view. “Perfect.”

I take her hand, leading her to a full-length mirror. “See how beautiful you are.”

She stares at her reflection, her eyes filled with wonder. The red corset doesn’t particularly match the underwear, so I put my hands on the waistband and efficiently strip them. She watches in the mirror as I bring the crotch to my nose and inhale her scent.

“You smell delicious. I can’t wait to taste you again.” I toss aside the panties and pull her close. “But first, I want you to watch yourself in the mirror as I fuck you.”

I slide my hand between her legs, cupping her mound. “I want you to see how sexy you look when you cum.” I slip my fingers between her folds, finding her clit. “I want you to hear the sounds you make when you’re about to lose control.”

She gasps, her body trembling. “We’re in public.”

I smirk, moving my fingers faster. “No one will disturb us. I promise.”

Her breathing becomes ragged, her hips rocking against my hand. “Oh god.”

I continue stroking her clit, watching her face in the mirror. “That’s it, darling.” I stroke her clit, teasing her closer to orgasm. “I want you to feel the way your pussy clenches around my cock when you’re right on the edge.”

She moans, her eyes fluttering closed. “I’m so close.”

I stop, withdrawing my hand. “Open your eyes.”

She whimpers, her eyes flying open. “Please.”

I grip her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze in the mirror as I unfasten my belt with my other hand. “I want you to watch as I fuck you.”

I unzip my pants, freeing my cock. I position myself at her pussy, rubbing my cockhead against her slick opening. I push into her, groaning as her pussy clamps down on my cock. “So fucking tight.” I thrust in and out, watching her tits bounce in the mirror above the corset. “I could fuck you all night.”

She moans, her body shaking. “Yes.”

I increase my pace, pumping in and out of her. “Watch as I fuck you.” I hold her hip with one hand while pushing my fingers into her mouth, making her taste her own cream. “Suck my fingers like they’re my cock.”

She sucks my fingers for a minute before turning her head. “I’m so close.”

I pump into her, my cock throbbing. “Not yet. You cum when I say so.”

Her eyes lose their haziness for a second. “That’s impossible. You can’t just dictate when I get to cum.”

I thrust harder, slapping my balls against her ass. “I can, and I will.”

She grunts, her pussy clenching around my cock. “You’re a bastard.”

I chuckle, thrusting deeper. “I am, but you love it.” I fuck her hard, my cock pulsing inside her. “Cum for me, darling.”

She shudders, her pussy clamping down on my cock as she stifles a shout. I hold her tautly against me as my cock continues spasming, empty the last of my seed inside her still-twitching pussy while she gasps and trembles.

I pull out of her, turning her to face me. I kiss her deeply, tasting her sweetness. “You’re amazing, and we must buy everything. I want to see you wear it all, so I can take it off you at various times.”

She laughs, her eyes sparkling. “You’re crazy.”

I kiss her again, my cock already stirring. “I know, but you love it.”

She smiles, her cheeks flushed. “I do.”

I step away, adjusting my clothes. As I do so, I have the disconcerting need to hear her say she loves it...but it being me . What the hell? When did I start to lose control of my emotions?

I quickly push aside those thoughts and slip out of the dressing room. The saleswoman is flushed, her eyes glassy, and she clearly knows what we were just doing. I give her a wink and a grin. “We’ll take everything.”

She nods, her voice breathless. “Of course.”

As I wait for Felicity, I realize this shopping trip has been more successful than I could have imagined. Not only have we found her a new wardrobe, but we’ve also taken a significant step in our relationship. The tension between us has shifted, morphing into something electric and charged with possibility. It also leaves me feeling vulnerable.

I make my way to the counter, pulling out my credit card to pay for our purchases. The second saleswoman gives me a knowing smile as she rings up the items. “Would you like me to have these delivered to your home, sir?” she asks.

I nod. “Yes, that would be convenient. Thank you.”

As I finish the transaction, Felicity emerges from the dressing room. Her cheeks are still flushed, and she avoids looking directly at me. I find her shyness unexpectedly charming.

“Ready to go?” I ask, offering her my arm.

She takes it hesitantly. “Yes, I think so. Thank you for everything.”

I laugh quietly. “You’re welcome for… everything .” We exit the store, the cool air a welcome relief after the heated moments we shared. Viktor falls into step behind us, maintaining a discreet distance.

“Are you hungry?” I ask Felicity as we walk, realizing we spent far longer at the boutique than I’d realized, making lunch seem like a distant memory. “We could stop for dinner before heading home.”

She nods. “Dinner sounds nice right about now. All of that crazy stuff at the shop made me hungry.”

I guide her to a nearby upscale restaurant, where I know we’ll have privacy. The host recognizes me immediately, ushering us to a secluded booth in the back. I tug her down to sit beside me.

Once we’re seated and have placed our orders, an awkward silence falls between us. Felicity fidgets with her napkin as she glances rapidly around the room.

“Felicity?” I say, drawing her attention back to me as I put an arm around her shoulders. “We should talk about what happened earlier.”

She swallows hard. “Okay. What do you want to say about it?”

I ease forward, keeping my voice low. “I want to make sure you’re comfortable with what happened. That I didn’t push you too far.”

Her pupils dilate slightly. “Oh. No, you didn’t. I wanted it. I just wasn’t expecting it to happen like that, in such a public place, but I’ve been thinking about you a lot since the first time.”

I breathe out a sigh of relief. “Good. I don’t want you to feel pressured into anything. Our situation is complicated enough without adding that layer to it. It’s nice that we can just enjoy each other a little, giving into the guilty pleasures from time to time.”

She gives me a small smile. “I appreciate that, and I enjoyed it. A lot.”

The waiter arrives with our drinks, interrupting the moment. As he sets them down, she eyes my glass of vodka curiously.

“Would you like to try it?” I offer, sliding the glass toward her.

She hesitates, then nods. “I’ve never actually had vodka before. Just wine.”

“Take only a small sip. It’s strong.”

She lifts the glass to her lips, taking a tentative taste. Her face scrunches up adorably as the alcohol burns its way down her throat. She coughs slightly, pushing the glass back to me.

“That’s intense,” she says, reaching for her water.

I chuckle. “It’s an acquired taste. Perhaps we’ll start you with something milder next time.”

While we wait for our order, I put my hand on her thigh under the table, brushing my thumb against her skin. She’s so soft that I want her again, but now isn’t the time. I need to pace myself before I become lost in her, and that’s not going to be easy.

We fall into a more comfortable conversation as we eat, though we’re both aware of where my hand remains. I’m feeling particularly possessive of her right now, like everyone else wants her. Realistically, they don’t even know she exists, and those that do only want her dead.

Felicity tells me about her dance background, passion infusing her as she describes her favorite performances. “I miss it,” she says, pushing her food around her plate. “Dancing, I mean. It was such a big part of my life, and now it’s gone.”

I consider her words carefully. “Perhaps we could find a way for you to continue dancing. Obviously, public performances are out of the question for now, but we could set up a studio in the penthouse.”

Her face brightens. “Really? You’d do that?”

I nod. “Of course. It’s important to you, and therefore, it’s important to me.” I stroke her leg.

She squirms slightly. “I appreciate that.”

As we finish our meal, Felicity stifles a yawn. The events of the day have clearly taken their toll, but not so much that she’s going to fall asleep in the restaurant. She’ll want to be back home for that.

“I think we should go home and get more comfortable,” I suggest, knocking back the rest of my vodka.

She nods gratefully. “That sounds wonderful. It’s been quite a day.”

We leave the restaurant, Viktor falling into step behind us once more. As we walk to the car, Felicity presses against me, her warmth seeping through my jacket.

She slumps against my shoulder to recover as we ride home in the limo, snoring almost instantly. It’s cute that she feels so comfortable around me now, and I revel in her peacefulness as we drive. It’s not often I get to experience such a thing in the Bratva.

When we arrive at the penthouse, I gently wake her. “We’re home,” I whisper.

She blinks sleepily, looking around. “Already?”

I grin, loving the state in which I’ve left her. “Let’s get you to bed.”

I guide her into the elevator and up to our floor. As we reach her bedroom door, she pauses, turning to face me. She gives me a sleepy smile. “Are you joining me?”

I want to, but she looks exhausted, so I kiss her forehead. “Tomorrow. Tonight, you need your rest.”

She frowns with clear disappointment before opening her door. “I guess goodnight then.”

“Goodnight, darling.”

She closes the door behind her a moment later. I stand there for a moment, palm against the wood, as I process the events of the day. This arrangement started as a business transaction, a means of protection and alliance, but now, as I think about Felicity’s smile, and the way she felt in my arms, I accept it’s becoming something more.

I make my way to my own room, mind churning with possibilities. There are many reasons I should fight what I’m feeling, but for now, I allow myself to savor the memory of today’s unexpected intimacy.

As I prepare for bed, I catch sight of myself in the mirror. The man staring back at me looks different somehow, softer around the edges and less guarded. It’s a startling realization that both excites and terrifies me.

I’ve spent years building walls around myself, focusing solely on business and power, but Felicity, with her warmth and innocence, is slowly chipping away at those defenses. The question is, am I ready to let her in?