Possession of the Bratva (Morozov Bratva #15)

Chapter 5 - Aleksandr

It was still dark outside when I left the mansion. I had been out to meet my lawyer early enough so I could be back around breakfast time. With the details of our agreement set up and the contract stored safely, I could concentrate on spending time with my bride.

I was eager to show her around and spend some quality time together. I wanted to get to know her better, but I also wanted her to get used to my presence. I wanted her to know me, everything about me.

Not only did I intend to show her the side of me that everyone knew, but I also intended to show her the parts I hid from others. I knew she felt trapped, especially after telling her she couldn’t contact her family. But I required time alone without interference to show her who I was.

Parking my car, I was determined to make Mila see the real me. I entered the house and headed up the stairs. I didn’t expect to find her still in her room and she wasn’t. I quickly went to my office on the other side of the house and put away my briefcase.

As I came back down, one of the guards, I had placed by her room, came to meet me. “She’s having breakfast as instructed, boss,” he said.

Nodding, I walked through to the breakfast room. Mila sat staring out the window. I could see she had just finished breakfast. Quietly, I moved closer until I was standing behind her. As I lightly placed a hand on her shoulder, she jumped.

Turning speedily, she faced me. An influx of emotions flickered through her eyes as she glared at me. There it was again, the fire in her eyes I saw that first day. “Good morning, dear,” I said, moving to the other side of the small table. As I sat down, I lifted my hand, indicating I wanted a cup.

The maid quickly disappeared and returned with a cup and a fresh pot of coffee. I waited for her to pour my coffee and walk back to the door before speaking. “I hope you slept well.”

Mila nodded as she sipped from her cup but didn’t reply. “Well,” I said, glancing out the window. “Would you like to see more of the mansion and property that is now also yours?”

She sat staring blankly at me for a moment before she replied. “Yes.”

I didn’t appreciate the shortness of her response as we were decent human beings. Feeling my anger igniting. I took a deep breath before speaking. “You don’t appear to be very interested. Is there something else you would rather be doing?”

Mila grinned at me. She picked up her cup and drank the last of her coffee before attempting to be civil. “Yes, please.”

“See,” I replied. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Taking a big gulp of coffee, I pushed the cup aside and stood up. Holding out my hand, I spoke softly. “Well, let me show you around.”

Mila stood and pushed my hand away. I ignored this as I knew it would take some time. But I was determined to break her. Walking ahead of her, I led her back to the entrance room. Below the stairs was a double glass door leading out to the back.

The doors led out to the rose garden my father had made for my mother. My youngest brother dubbed it the Maze of Roses. When he originally built it, the trees were young. They were planted almost on top of each other in a triangle shape. As they grew, so did the maze.

The rose trees were now standing about six feet high. They had grown into each other and formed a thick bush. The roses held all the colors of the rainbow. There were big ones and small ones. Even cut into a hedge, they still flourished.

Mila’s fingers drifted over the roses as she moved down the maze. Stepping into the center, I could hear her gasping. It was a magnificent sight. My father constructed what we called the gazegola. It was a combination of a gazebo and a pergola. It was a large, free-standing structure with only half a roof.

The one side was oval and ran into a rectangular finish. A couple of roses climbed the posts onto the roof at each corner. On the shady side was a long porch swing fitted with pillows. My mother used to lie there during summer reading. On the other side was a tea table for two.

“We could have lunch here sometime if you like,” I said, stepping to her side. Glancing at her, I saw hints of a smile forming. This was a good sign, I thought. Maybe she would settle quicker than I expected.

“There is more to see,” I added. Stepping to the side and heading to the other side of the maze. Mila followed in silence. I wondered what was milling through her mind. Exiting the maze, we were only a couple of feet away from the stables.

“Is that horses?” Mila asked as we heard a neigh or two.

“Yes, it is, my dear,” I replied, walking towards the large wooden stables. “This is one of the oldest buildings on the property. Built by my great grandpa.”

The stable manager, Oscar, met us at the door as we entered. “Is everything good in here?” I asked as he greeted us.

Oscar had a very shrill voice but a good heart. “Yes, sir. They are ready to be taken out should you wish,” he replied, tipping his hat.

“Would you like to take a ride, dear?” I inquired, holding out my hand to Mila.

She glanced at my hand and then at Oscar before replying. “No, thanks.”

Walking into the stables, I introduced her to some of the horses. Standing before the large gray Friesian, I spoke proudly. “This is Color, my horse. He is a gentle beast. We can saddle him up, and I can take you on a ride.”

Mila glanced at me, that fire blazing in her eyes. “I said no,” she spat and stormed out.

I felt a tinge of frustration push up as I watched her turn and walk out. “Thank you, Oscar,” I said and followed Mila out.

Catching up to her as she strolled past the maze towards the other side of the house, I grabbed her arm. “Mila, what’s wrong? Don’t you like horses?” I asked, breathing in deeply.

She tilted her head to the side. Her eyes narrowed, and a faint frown line appeared on her forehead. Pulling out of my grip, she replied hastily. “Don’t know, never been around them.” Mila turned and walked on.

As we passed the Maze of Roses, the world opened up a little more. “What’s that building there in the distance?” she asked, pointing towards the tree line away from the house.

“That’s the training center and guard barracks,” I responded in a friendly tone. “I’ll show you around there later or tomorrow if you want.”

Mila shook her head and stood staring at the tennis courts and Olympic-sized pool to our right. “Is there anything you don’t have?” she asked.

Letting out a chuckle, I smiled at her. I knew we had most things in life many people only dreamt of. “I think we might just have everything,” I said in a light tone. “But if you find something is missing, please let me know.”

Mila let out a nervous laugh, a sound I never thought I would hear. It wasn’t a full-fledged one, but it was there. Feeling sure I would be able to get through to her, I tenderly took her shoulders, turning her to me.

“I can always teach you how to ride a horse; I’m sure you would enjoy it,” I said softly.

Mila glanced away and gave a shy nod. Even though I found this shy side of her cute, I loved her fierce side more. “I would like to see the training area,” she said, turning out of my hands.

I tried to take her hand as we walked towards the training center and barracks, but she pulled her hands to her chest. It was still early. I would work my way into her heart. Opening the doors, I allowed her to walk in first. Mila stopped just inside. “This is the gym room,” I said, stepping in beside her.

It was fully decked with any and all kinds of equipment one could desire to train with. Walking to a door on the right, I spoke as I opened it. “This is the gun range.”

Mila came over and peeked inside. This room was also fully equipped for any kind of shooting practice. Heading to the door at the back, I called her to follow. “This room is the sauna,” I said, grinning. Mila just stared at it for a moment. “We also have one in the house,” I added, closing the door.

She looked at me as if I was a madman and shook her head. “Come on now,” I said, smiling. “There is a time and place for everything.” Turning to the left wall, I pointed at the last closed door. “That one leads upstairs to the barracks. This way, they are always around should we need them in an emergency.”

I could see she was still in shock. Her eyes were wide, and her mouth hung open. Mila pushed her hands through her glittering red locks, settling her gaze to the floor. “I know it’s a lot, but there is more, my dear,” I said walking to the door leading back to the yard.

We headed around the other side of the house past the pool. Just around the side of the house was the outside bar area. There were also some tables and chairs. “This is where the family hangs out when we get together,” I said. Next to it was the jacuzzi.

As we walked, I noticed she seemed still slightly stunned. I wondered if she was okay. I decided to head back inside. The sun was almost right above us, and the day was hot. I was sure I had surprised her more than enough for one day. But there was one more thing I wanted to show her.

“Come, I think we must head back,” I said, heading towards the front. There was a big glass room before we came to the corner of the house. Stopping, I opened the door. “We’ll go in through here,” I said, waving for her to enter. “This is our greenhouse,” I added proudly as I closed the door behind us. There were rows of herbs, vegetables, and edible flowers.

Mila looked around in wonder as we headed down the one aisle. “The greenhouse leads into the kitchen,” I said as we neared a door. Opening this door, I invited her into the kitchen. Stepping inside, I watched her study every inch of the kitchen. Her awe was astounding.

I knew they lived in a mansion and had been to many of the Morozov family mansions. But it was like she had never seen such things before. I ordered lunch and led her through the kitchen back to the breakfast room. The maid brought us some refreshments while we waited.

Mila sat sideways in her chair, staring out the window. “What activities do you enjoy for relaxation?” I asked. Mila looked at me, raising her eyebrows as if unsure why I would ask. “I wanted to know if you would like to visit the library or movie theater after lunch?” I added.

“The what?” she spat out, turning to face me.

“The library, or the theater, which do you prefer?” I asked again. “Never mind, I’ll show you both, and then you can decide.”

Before we could say anything else, the maid brought our food. We ate in silence, but I could see Mila’s brain was working hard. Once lunch was done, I led her back up the stairs and to the left. “Down this passage is the library, the theater, and entertainment rooms,” I said as we walked to the first door.

Opening the door, I stepped aside and allowed her to enter. “This is the library as you can see.” Stepping back out, we walked to the second door. “Behind door number two is the theater,” I proclaimed as I pushed the door open.

Mila looked numb as she stepped in. She turned her head from side to side slowly. The one wall was covered from side to side with a flatscreen television. Towards the middle was a variety of couches and seats. On the other wall was a self-help snack station.

“This is one of my favorite places,” I said as Mila glanced at me. “But let’s go to the last room here. The entertainment room,” I added, stepping out into the hallway.

Opening the door to the last room, I stepped in as I spoke. “Let’s have a drink and talk about music. How does that sound?”

Mila entered, shaking her head. I headed to the bar and stopped. Mila sat down on one of the bar stools. “Now, what do you want to drink, my dear?” I asked, walking in behind the bar. “No, no,” I said, lifting my finger and waving it from side to side. “Let me guess.”

Taking down two glasses, I stared at her. “You must be a bourbon or whiskey woman, I’m sure of it,” I whispered, leaning over the counter.

“Either will do,” Mila replied curtly.

After pouring us each a glass, I sat down next to her. “What kind of music do you like? I have every genre, band, and singer’s music out there.”

Mila sipped her bourbon before replying. “Metal, rock, something in that line.”

“I like it,” I added as I rose. Walking over to the jukebox, I pressed some buttons and went to sit next to her again. We listened to a couple of songs, had another couple of drinks, and played a game of darts.

She held her liquor well and played a good game. Before we knew it, the light outside was turning. The sun was setting, and evening creeping in. “Supper?” I asked as I rinsed our glasses and placed them on the drying rack.

Mila nodded as she stood up. We headed back down, and I led her to the dining room. This room only contained one large table. This room was designed only for our family. It only held eight seats. My mother and father used to sit at the ends with us on the sides. Once they had both passed, I took the head at the table.

I walked to the other end of the table and pulled out the chair that used to be my mother’s. “You’ll be sitting here,” I said, motioning her to the chair.

Mila sat down without a word. After taking my place, the double side doors swung open, and two maids came out with our meals. Once supper was done, I led Mila up to my room. As I opened the door, I could see the reluctance in her.

I gently pushed her inside as I spoke. “Mila, dear. This is the room we are to share. It is our room from now on. I can’t have you sleeping in a separate room; the staff will talk.”

A flash of anger ran through her so quickly that I almost missed it. “This is what you had agreed to last night, dear. Or have you forgotten our conversation?” I asked as I closed the door and walked up to her.

I could see the fire igniting in her eyes as I spoke. This is the fierceness I want. My palms started sweating as I watched her. I felt my heartbeat increasing slowly.

“I’m well aware of our agreement!” she huffed, stepping back. “It doesn’t mean I have to give you a child now. It can wait; we have our whole lives!”

Laughing, I rush at her, taking her into my arms. “The deal had been made, my dear wife. There’s no going back on your word.” Feeling her breath on my face drove my need for her.

Mila turned out of my embrace, stepping back against the side of the bed. “I will not have children any time soon!” she added, puffing her lips. “I will sleep in here, but I will not share the bed with you.”

I couldn’t take my eyes off her lips. So plump, tender, and delicious. Moving forward quickly, I took hold of her arms, pulling her up against me. The room was filled with tension, and I could feel the sparks.

“Mila,” I whispered, leaning in. Licking my lips, I could almost taste her. As our lips grazed, she shoved me back. Turning to face the bed, she mumbled under her breath. “I am sleeping alone.”

Not wanting to force her, I decided to back off. I wanted her to want me just as much. “Alright,” I breathed out, feeling my insides twist and turn. “For now, we will share the room, and I will sleep on the couch.”

Mila turned and looked at me, slightly puzzled. I felt my dick pumping in my pants. I wanted her badly, but there was time. It’s only her first day. I will seduce her, and she will give in.

I took the pillow from my side of the bed and the blanket at the bottom of the bed. Placing them on the couch, I watched as she headed to her room to wash and change. While she was out, I also got ready for bed. I put on the bedside lamp and switched off the room light.

As she returned, I was already lying down on the couch. I watched her move around the bed and get in. “Good night, dear,” I whispered.

“Good night,” Mila replied. I watched as she turned off the bedside lamp and closed her eyes.

I had opened the curtains earlier. I knew the moonlight would shed some natural light on the bed. I lay watching her, studying her features. My heart was still racing, and my mind was filled with visions of her. Listening to her breathing made me even more aroused.

She was so beautiful, her skin almost glittering in the moonlight. I wanted to get up and just touch her. As her breathing slowed, I closed my eyes and hoped for sleep to come quickly. I battled falling asleep. I was too turned on by her. It took a long time before my mind settled and sleep came visiting.