Forced to Marry the Russian (Nikolai Bratva Brides #2)

Chapter 19 - Zia

Zia’s stomach churned. She’d been anxious since Lev told her about the dinner with his family two days ago.

She’d agreed to the dinner invitation. She’d also been curious about what Lev’s brothers were like, and she’d wanted to meet them, but it didn’t make her any less nervous.

She’d grown up without a family. She had no idea how family behaved around each other. How was she supposed to talk and smile around them? Did she need to act classy or comfortable?

She had too many questions that she didn’t have any answers to.

The closest she’d come to meeting the family of someone she loved was with Owen, and it wasn’t a pleasant experience, to say the least. His mom had been a control freak who expected her to worship the ground she walked him. And his dad didn’t show the slightest interest in her. He didn’t even care to know her name or get to know who she was.

They’d looked down on her and her self-esteem took a big hit after the first meeting. So big that she decided she wouldn’t be meeting them again and Owen surprisingly agreed to it.

Two years later, here she was, nauseous about meeting her husband’s family. She rummaged through her closet, searching for a decent outfit to wear out of all the expensive dresses to the slacks and shirts. It wasn’t that she couldn’t find anything decent, she was just too nervous to settle for any of the clothes she found.’

What if they were too slutty, or too short, or even too casual? They had to leave for dinner in an hour, and she felt like she was going insane trying to decide what outfit would be perfect.

The door opened and Lev sauntered into the walk-in closet. The scent of oakwood and cinnamon followed him in. He’d chosen a dark gray suit, which clung to every muscle on his body, and his tousled, dark hair caught the shimmer of the overhead light.

Her eyes remained on him for a moment, admiring him. He looked like a runway model ready to take the stage, and just the sight of him calmed her. But it didn’t just calm her; it made her want to wrap her arms around his neck and bury her face in the crook of his neck, breathing him in and feeling every inch of his muscles.

God, what was she thinking?

One of his brows quirked as he scrutinized her face. “Are you okay?”

Her anxiety returned, but not as bad as it was before he walked in. She sighed. “No, I’m not. I can’t decide what to wear.”

His gaze darted to the clothes hanging on the racks behind her, and then his brows furrowed with confusion.

She understood that look because there were more clothes in her side of the closet than she could wear in three years, but she somehow had nothing to wear. “I don’t want to wear something that’ll make your family disapprove of me.”

His lips spread and his dark eyes crinkled. He closed the distance between them and took her hand, brushing the back of her hand softly with his thumb. “You shouldn’t worry about what my family thinks of you, Malyshka. They won’t care. Wear whatever you’re comfortable in.”

“But—” She trailed off when he brought his fingers to her lips, tracing it softly. Her body tensed to his touch. The heat from his finger seeped deeply into her skin, working its way to her stomach and simmering there. Her cores came alive, and her nipples hardened under the sheer white dress she was wearing.

She leaned into his touch and her breath quickened. She licked her lips as a wave of electricity rippled through her.

Lev’s gaze met hers. His eyes were dark with lust, and the intensity of it drew her in like fine whiskey.

With a deep breath, Zia leaned in closer, her heart pounding in her chest as Lev's fingers left a trail of fire on her skin. The air crackled with tension, desire swirling between them like a tempest, ready to break loose. In that moment, all thoughts of the impending dinner with Lev's family went away, leaving only the magnetic pull between them.

Without breaking eye contact, Lev slowly brought his other hand up to cup her cheek. His touch was tender yet tinged with a hunger that sent shivers down her spine.

Zia felt a rush of emotions swirling inside her—desire and longing.

As if sensing her internal turmoil, Lev leaned in closer, his breath mingling with hers. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in their own bubble of tension and raw emotion.

His thumb grazed her lower lip, his touch igniting a fierce longing within her. Without breaking eye contact, he leaned down slowly, his breath mingling with hers.

Their lips were mere inches apart now, the anticipation crackling between them like electricity. Zia's heart was pounding so loud she was sure Lev could hear it.

Just as their lips were about to meet in a searing kiss, a knock on the door broke the heated moment.

Lev pulled away reluctantly, his gaze never leaving Zia's as he said, “We'll continue this later. For now, pick something you feel comfortable in.”

He kissed the top of her head ever so lightly and walked out of the room.

Zia stood in the same spot for all of five minutes after he left, trying to calm the storm of emotions bubbling inside her. But his presence lingered in the room long after he was gone.

She could still feel him. She could smell him, and she still yearned for his touch and kiss. How was she going to get through the night if she kept thinking of sex with him? She closed her eyes and drew in a breath. She just had to deal with the wetness between her legs somehow.

Tearing her eyes open, she picked a simple silver dress, a black purse, and black heels to go with it. She got dressed and peered into the standing mirror by the corner of the room.

The dress clung to her body, highlighting the softness of her curves. It wasn’t too revealing, just like she wanted it.

The door opened behind her, and Lev walked in. He went still for a moment as he took her in with lustful eyes that darkened each second.

Her chest heaved with every breath she took, making her cleavages even more revealing. Lev was too still, too silent for her to guess what he would do, but she could see in his eyes that he wouldn’t just walk away. And she guessed right as he walked toward her at the same speed a predator would use while it stalked toward his prey.

When he reached her, he pressed the warmth of his chest to her back. His erection pressed against her ass, and the hair on the back of her neck raised as his breath showered on her.

“You look so beautiful, Malyshka,” he whispered in her ears. His hands came up slowly and cupped her breast. “So fucking perfect.”

Zia’s breath became labored. Her body tensed as his touch burned liquid fire on her skin. Her gaze never left the mirror. Goodness, they looked perfect together. Lev, tall and muscular as he was with the darkness around him. She, as petite as she was with the little light she brought to him.

She threw her head back, exposing her neck to him.

Lev took the offer, kissing her neck fiercely, leaving a trail of sensual kisses as he trailed up her neck and began to suck her earlobes. One hand cupped her lips, and the other slowly slid up her dress, gliding higher at a controlled pace. Her spine went rigid, and she let out a gasp as he cupped her folds.

“I still can’t believe that you’re all mine,” he said in a deep, husky voice. “You’re too beautiful, too sexy, too perfect for me.”

“Still, I am yours,” she whispered back, grinding her ass on his erection.

He shifted her panties to the side and pressed a finger to her aching, sensitive clit. She moaned from the contact as a whirlwind of pleasure cocooned her body. With every swipe, her moans grew louder, her body arching back against him.

Suddenly, he thrust a finger inside her, and she felt her muscles tense and clench around him. Her skin began to feel electrified, her heart pounding as if it would explode from the pleasure surging through her.

He pushed another finger inside her, his thumb rubbing her clit vigorously. Her knees buckled under the wave of ecstasy that crashed over her.

“Do you like the way I touch you, Malyshka?” Lev growled, pressing his finger deeper, making her whimper.

“Yes,” she gasped, gripping the edge of the dresser, needing more, craving more.

Lev responded by rubbing her clit with firmer pressure, his finger going in and out of her folds, faster and harder. Zia’s moans became a series of gasps, and her eyes rolled back. She knew she was on the brink when her body trembled, begging for release.

Finally, with one more hard swipe of his finger, she came, the orgasm ripping through her like a train. She cried out, her whole body shaking, and she could feel her juices coating his finger.

Before she could recover from the force of her climax, Lev flipped her over and raised her dress. He wrapped her panties around his hand and ripped them off her.

The man had no patience at all.

She felt his erection press against her once, then he slammed inside her, fucking her hard and deep. She held the dresser tighter and cried out from the pleasure.

“Who fucks you, Malyshka?” he asked, his voice dangerous and possessive.

She moaned. “You.”

“I want to hear you say my name,” he purred. “Who fucks you?”

“You fuck me, Lev Nikolai.” She panted, feeling her orgasm gather around her core.

“Good girl.” His fingers dug into her ass as he gripped her waist and fucked her even harder.

The room was filled with the sound of their bodies slamming together, their gasps and moans mingling with each other. Their bodies were glistening with sweat, their skin slick and hot to the touch.

Lev's mouth found her neck again, his teeth scraping against her flesh.

With every thrust, Zia felt her climax building again, the pleasure rushing through her like wildfire. She arched her back, her head thrashing from side to side as Lev's hips pounded into her.

“Fuck me, Lev,” she cried out, her voice ragged with desire. “Fuck me harder, please.”

His grip on her hips tightened as he plunged into her over and over again. Zia could feel his erection throbbing inside her, matching the rhythm of her pounding heart.

And then her orgasm ripped through her like a tornado.

Lev came at the same time with a powerful groan. He emptied inside her, kissed her cheeks, and held her for a moment. When they were both calm, he pulled away. “Clean up and get dressed; we’re late.”

As he walked away, a smile spread on Zia’s face. She would be sitting at a table with his family an hour from now, and they wouldn’t have any idea that Lev had just made her cum twice before dinner.