Chapter 4

Natalia POV

Just one hit on the dickhead before me and the Bratva empire is mine.

Of course, that's easily said but this kind of hit is not always easy. It takes calm and composure, especially when the prey is rock-hearted.

I can't bring myself to restrain any moment from curling my legs around the hefty waist of the six-foot and five-tall, hanky man hovering over my shadow. His tall legs were perfectly rooted into his dirty brown boots and his eyes sparkled fire beneath the few strands of his black hair covering his forehead. He looks oddly neat – probably, he was just out of the shower.

Just as he took my hands in between his hoarse palm that looked like those that have suffered from clenched fists, my body shuddered, and my mouth went slightly agape as hot shivers crept over my legs – I swear I was wet already. Fuck!

Thank goodness I persuaded Viktor into making that rumored “his most trusted man” into my little pet. Funny right? Wait and see how I'd make that rock chest of his curl my slender frame. However, I wish the moment could last longer or even go steamy with some graze on his bare skin— you know, those fingers trailing on the man's arm.

But it was abruptly cut short by the voice I'd been anticipating since Viktor and I were in Malta while allowing that greasy tongue of her old father to run over my nipples down to my slit like his life depended on it. Vasilisa, Viktor Kovalchuk, one and only beloved daughter. My second target.

“What's going on here?!” She gritted, advancing toward us. Only then was Viktor dawning out of his thoughts.

“Daughter,” he called, stretching his arm widely for a hug, but the latter wasn't taking the kind gesture. “You miss daddy, right? Here I am with little mommy”.

Vasilisa advances forward, standing right across Viktor and me with her arms entwined below her bobby boobs. “This is all she is?” She scoffed, her eyes roaming a scornful gaze at me.

What the hell? So, she's nothing but a spoilt brat. Well, I anticipated something better from a pretty lady like her, especially when she's also a model making quite the waves in every magazine. Her father's aid, I guess.

“I'm Natalia” I flashed a forced smile while maintaining my elegant dimples.

“Like I ask” She scoffed.

“Let's get along well, daughter” I retorted, holding back the anger threatening to burst my jawline.

She burst into a mocking sneer, slightly hiding her revealing white teeth behind the tip of her neatly worked fingers, but she looked away whilst rolling her eyes, then shifted her gaze to her father.

What a brat!

“Dad, when did your most trusted Bratva become a leisure driver to some wet slit?” she glowered, her eyes spitting fire as they entwined with Viktor's.

“Watch your mouth Vasilisa; she's now your mom,” Viktor's husky voice warned. Damn! It got chills.

“One I never ask for”

Wow.

So the dreaded Viktor Don can be stood against by his daughter? I pressed my lips tightly together as I watched the feisty lady tuggle with her Dad. Something fishy seems to be going on. If not, why would a Don daughter fight over where a mere underdog gets posted? Should that be what to look into first?

I chuckled. Holding the silly excitement twirling around my belly as the cold air pierced through the absolute silence. Everyone went stiff with their heads bowed as father and daughter exchanged heated gazes with each other. Truly, it was fearful and amusing.

“Aleksandr. Do you have anything to say against your new post?” Viktor asked, his gaze remained tilted at Vasilisa's face.

“No.. No” He stuttered, keeping his gaze at his feet. “I'm really honored to be Lady Natalia's driver”

Suddenly, Aleksandr's voice echoed, making me flinch a bit. “I'll do my best to serve you ma'am!” he bowed, his head almost touching his knee.

My heart went tightened to see such a hanky man with broad chest and leaned muscled arm go stiffly pathetic. Amusingly, he's just as adhesive as Viktor had said. A very calculative man. He won't dare go against his Don order because of some feisty girl rants. Let's see if that'll last long.

“See, Vasilisa. The boy is satisfied with his post” Viktor gritted at his daughter before tilting his gaze over to the others. “I repeat, no one must defy any of her orders and not even you is an exception. Get it into your skull that she's now your mom and the new Lady of Big House” he said and grabbed my hands before advancing to the door.

I flashed a soft smile at Vasilisa whose face was dazzled with fury as I walked along with Viktor while his strong grip on my hands felt so possessive. It awesomely melted my heart.

What a sweet man after my pussy.

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“Let the party begin!!” Viktor's husky voice thundered into the air filled with colorful lights flickering across the hall.

I smiled, tilting my eyes over the party he had organized for my welcome. The Bratvas’ way of a wedding, I guess.

A laugh, right?

I glanced over at Viktor Don's boys and other members seated across the hall. I could spot a few maids being smuggled into their gigantic arms while some were reluctant to be buried into the intimidating men's arms; others were happily rubbing their torso against each other while soft moans could be faintly heard.

What a turn on.

Viktor grins as his gaze is solely fixed on the pleasure across his face. He must be enjoying seeing the molestation his boys were imposing on those poor maids, perhaps he was even the originator of such law. Who knows?

However, with my heart clouded, I glanced around the hall, my eyes scanning the nook and cranny of the place but I couldn't spot him— My Aleksandr. Where could he be? Or he is not a man interested in fucking? Well, I do. I love it and of course, I'm going to have a taste of his cock as well. He likes it or not, he's mine! Husky men like him are mine.

“You love those?” I leaned forward to Viktor, whose gaze was keen on the merrymaking.

“Huh,” he nodded, like a little baby begging for candy.

“I see your cock is pleading to be freed” I tilted my gaze down at his thigh. The hard cock almost forcing its length upright.

He smiled, his teeth glaring hungrily at my face.

I licked my mouth seductively as I moved forward towards him. He leaned backward as a go-ahead for me to take over. Then I slide over him, crossing my legs over his torso, his face grins widely like a fucking old fart that he is.

Perverted ass.

I'm now towering over his seated posture while his hands run over my naked thigh— caressing the bare clean skin that melted at his touches. My body quivered as his wet tongue fondled my erected nipples from the silk gown I wore. I could feel his hard cock rubbing against my opening but I'm not giving it what it's asking for at the moment. I'd like to fool around with it a bit.

“Let's play for a bit”

I wink at him before sliding down in between his legs. He shuddered a bit, and his eyes grew wider. He recognized it! The once in a while heaven I do take him to. The best he has ever got, just as he professed.

“Hmm,” He moaned softly the moment my hand grazed the erected dick across my face. An intentional act of mine.

The music went blaring and no gazes were fixated on another. Everyone was busy drinking or having a wonderful taste of their companion.

Suddenly the thought struck me– What if Aleksandr comes in right now and sees us in this state? What would his reaction be? With that, I felt a bit reluctant to take the erected cock out but I shuddered the thought away. He can join if Viktor isn't going to mind.

“Draw the cotton honey pie” I ordered.

Hastily, Viktor grabbed the remote beside his seat before hurriedly pressing a button, and in a flash, the linen cotton drew over us. Slightly covering whatever comes behind the little room.

“Let's take you to Wonderland, baby” I zip down his belted jeans, and immediately, his erected cock struggles out of the tight space, his length almost tearing his underwear.

I tilted my face lower across his waist, rubbing my wet tongue over the clad pink cap while getting ready to welcome the boastful splashes of the milk sweet begging to be squeezed out.