Arranged Bratva Love

Ive

Christmas

I’d never cared for Christmas. It was a tradition in my household, and my father hated to celebrate it. My father, even though he liked to splash the cash, was in fact, poor. He talked a big game but didn’t have a single cent to his name. Not a thing. Christmas was one of those times when he was made aware of just how poor he was, and he hated the reminder and would take it out on everyone.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

Watching Charlotte decorate the tree in our main living room made this worthwhile. She was dressed in a pair of jeans and a sweater, which kept riding up, giving me a good view of her jean-covered ass. I hated to see her completely dressed. I liked getting her naked, exploring her body.

“Are you not going to help me?” she asked.

“This hot chocolate is not going to drink itself.”

She rolled her eyesbut walked toward me. I wished, in that moment, that she was naked. If she’d been naked I’d have been able to see the sway of those beautiful tits.

“You’re thinking naughty thoughts,” she said.

“Always.”

I grasp her wrist after she put down her cup ofhot chocolate, and pulled her against me.

We’d spent the last few weeks at my penthouse suite in the city as I had some business to deal with. For her reward I’d purchased a tree, an actual tree complete with a pot that she’d need to water. There were already too many pine needles on the floor to count, but I saw the happiness in her eyes, and that meant more to me than the mess.

She’d already put up a string of fairy lights around my office and across my desk. I told her she would have to pay me to haveChristmas in the office, and she already had. I had her spread wide across my desk and I’d explored every single inch of her with my mouth, finishing with my cock balls-deep inside her pussy.

I loved her pussy. And her ass. I also happened to enjoy her mouth too. In fact, against all the freaking odds, I enjoyed every single part of my wife, and not just sexually either.

This was fucking insane. I’d never wanted a wife. I’d never wanted to betied down. There was no way I would have willingly brought a woman into my world. I know there was always the risk of them getting hurt.

Charlotte could get hurt, and the very thought of it was enough to make me feel sick to my stomach. It was why she was always surrounded by my men. Hubert was always by her side if I wasn’t. At the penthouse suite, Hubert wasn’t the only one to keep an eye on her. I had men located on every single floor. There was no way anyone was getting to my woman without me being alerted to it first. I’d find a way to save her.

“Ive,” she said.

“What?”

“Are you going to help me with the tree or not?” she asked. “It’s our firstChristmas together.”

She’d straddled my waist and I gripped her hips, pulling her down so she was next to my cock.

“Yes, I’m going to help you, but how do you expect me to want to decorate the tree with all of these clothes on?” To make my point, I grab the edge of her sweater and pull it up and over her head. “Ah, you see, so much better.”

Charlotte giggled.”All you think about is sex.”

“True, but then I’ve got an insatiable wife, I’ve got no choice but to think about sex all the time.”

She wasn’t wearing anything but a white silk bra beneath and I ran my hands all over her body, and then went to the catch at her back. If she didn’t want me to, I would stop, but her eyes slid closed and her teeth came out to capture her lip. She wanted this. Removing her bra was easy. When it came to her jeans, I had no choice but to move her off my lap and then take care of them. She helped me by wriggling out of them. It wasn’t long before I had her naked, and back to straddling me.

“I’m completely naked,” she said.

“And perfect. My interest in the tree is coming back to me in droves.”

Sherolled her eyes. “You’re lying.”

“No, I’m not. I’m more interested in putting ornaments on the tree than I amsitting here drinking hot chocolate.” It was real good hot chocolate. Michael had outdone himself. We’d both learned that Charlotte loved hot chocolate. He had served it after Thanksgiving as a special treat and my wife had looked so freaking happy. There was no way I was ever going to let her be without what she enjoyed the most.

“So you’re not interested in having sex with me?” she asked.

“No, you’re still on my lap?”

“Has anyone ever told you you’re a bad liar?” she asked.

“I’m a great liar, when the situation calls for it.” I run my hands up her back and sink them intoher hair, pulling her down so I can kiss those luscious lips. They’re full, tempting, inviting, and I want her.

Charlotte kissed me. Her handswent to my shoulders. Letting go of her hand, I run my hand down her back, going toward the curve of her ass, where I can’t resist and squeeze the supple flesh. She released a moan and I swallowed it down after kissing her harder.

“You’re making it impossible to think,” she said.

“Then don’t think, feel.” It didn’t take me long to move her to the sofa so I was the one on top of her. Taking possession of her mouth, I didn’t linger, but slowly began to travel down her body, going toward her chest. I sucked one nipple into my mouth as I played with her other tit.

Trailing my tongue between the valley, I went towardher second nipple. I loved her tits. I couldn’t get enough of them. I didn’t know which one I liked the most, left or right. I didn’t care, I loved them equally.

Gliding down her body, I went across her stomach, kissing down until I was at the apex of her thighs. She had a small patch of hair and as I spread the lips of her sex open, she let out a little moan. I pressed my tongue to her clit, just the very tip, and I slid it back and forth. She cried out and I had to hold her down to get accustomed to my touch. Whenever I licked her pussy like this, she always struggled, but I took my time, allowing her to get used to the feel of my mouth.

After several minutes passed, I took the whole of her clit into my mouth, sucking on the bud, then I released it and drew my tongue down, circling her entrance, before moving back up and flicking back and forth.

The moment I focused on her pleasure, she was so close to the peak. I watchedas she sunk her teeth into her lip.

“Don’t fight it,” I said. “Come for me.”

And she did, hard, screaming my name.

Before she had even finished coming down from her release, Imoved my cock inside her. I’d eased my pants open and pulled my dick out while I’d been licking her clit. Sliding deep inside her soaking wet cunt, I couldn’t help but close my eyes as it was fucking perfection. There was no other word for it. She felt so good. Better than good.

Moving my hands to her shoulders, I made sure she could take me, and then I began to slide in and out of her, taking my time as I drove within her tight pussy. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and it was hard to not lose control. She was fucking perfection. I loved it. Driving in and out of her, harder and faster, I felt myself getting closer to the edge, and I didn’t fight. I didn’twant to, and I came hard, spilling my seed deep inside her cunt. The moment my orgasm ended, I moved down and kissed her hard.

“See, I want to focus on the tree,” I said.

She burst out laughing. “You’re such a liar.”

****

Lottie

Ive had put his foot down when it came to Cassie joining us for Christmas. For our first one together, he’d insisted on it being the two of us in the morning. Cassie was allowed to join us around lunchtime. Vlad would be bringing her over.

As for Christmas morning, I had alreadysnuck out of bed and changed into a rather revealing red negligee. Ive said me wrapped up with a big bow would be present enough, and that’s exactly what I had arranged as his first gift.

Stepping out of the bathroom, I had expected to wait for him to wake up, but he’d been wide awake. There hadn’t been any time to figure out how to be overtly sexy, so I’d just gone for it. Ive had loved his present.

He’d taken his time unwrapping me, but once he had, he’d spent a good hour to maybe two, making love andfucking me. He also reminded me that as his present, he could have me anytime he wanted throughout the day. I didn’t mind. I loved being his.

When Ivan and Rage had first told me about the proposal for marriage, I had thought it was insane. In all honesty, I figured they’d change their mind and put Cassie in my place. Everyone preferred Cassie. She was the golden daughter. The princess. The one everyone wanted, and I loved her. On my wedding day, I’d expected them to change me. It never happened. I’d become Ive’s wife and the truth was, this had been the best half year of my life.

Now, as we sat in the living room, Ive handed me yet another present. The first had been a brand-new pair of heels. I had a feeling they were more for him, but he’d insisted my feet would love them. There had also been a sexy lingerie set; actually, there had been five or six lingerie sets.

This box wasn’t quite so heavy, and I tore into the wrapping to see it was a camcorder as well as one that took photographs. I frowned and looked toward Ive.

“I talked to Cassie about your past. There are not many photos of you or videos growing up. Your father wouldn’t let you be part of the memories.”

My father wanted to wipe me out of existence.

Ive took my hand. “I figured you could start taking memories of our own. I want a picture of you, and this will be for you.”

“Making memories,” I said.

“Yes. Everything you need is in there. If I’ve missed anything, just let me know, and I’ll fix it.”

I threw my arms around him. “It’s perfect.”

Hechuckled. “It’s also set up.”

“It is?”

“Yes, it’s why the box is open. I got Michael to set everything up, charge it. All you’ve got to do is open it and press ‘record,’ or take a photograph.”

I slid the camera open, and the screen lit up. I checked overthe camcorder and saw the “start” and “stop” button. It was pretty basic.

Clicking”record,” I pointed it at Ive. “Merry Christmas, Ive.””Merry Christmas, Charlotte.”

Hearing my name from his lips in the early days had been so very weird, but now, it felt right. It felt good. My name wasn’t Lottie. It was Charlotte. Charlotte Yahontov.

“Are you enjoying your morning?”

“I got to unwrap and fuck you, so it’s been a very good morning.”

“Ive, there’s no way we can share this with the kids, or anyone with you saying nasty things like that.”

He laughed. “Fine, you can edit that part out just for your enjoyment. Hello, future kids, we’re being nice and playing nice. Your aunty Cassie is coming over later, and I have no intention of embarrassing your mother so I can fuck her wherever I want.”

“Ive!” But I was too busy laughing. I just couldn’t help it.

I saw the button that said”photo” and I pressed it, taking one of my husband. He gave me a wink and I chuckled as I closed it up and put it to one side. Ive had gotten me a photo album for me to print my pictures and to start making memories. I loved this.

Any images my father had of me, or if anyone ever had them, were torn up and burned. Even the ones Cassie took. He didn’t want any memory of me at all.

I wasnot going to cry. I was going to keep my shit together today. For Ive, he was a hard man to pick presents for, so I had gotten him some socks, a new wallet, and a new jacket. I’d also gotten him a couple of picture frames and a locket. Inside the locket, there was a picture of me and him on our wedding day. The photographs from that day had arrived. I’d been surprised to see a couple where I’d actually smiled.

“I love this,” he said, sliding the locket around his neck and putting it on.

With presents done, Michael was waiting for breakfast. As it was Christmas morning, we got pancakes, and I loaded mine up with syrup. Dinner was not turkey for today, but roast beef. I’d asked Ive what he wanted for Christmas lunch, and he’d chosen beef, so that’s exactly what he’d gotten.

I didn’t mind as I’d eat pretty much anything on offer.

Cassie arrived with Vlad at around lunchtime. Michael came out of the kitchen with a couple of mimosas, and Ive refused to allow me to have one. In fact, since he took me out on Halloween night, I’d been banned from all kinds of drink. I couldn’t blame him as I clearly couldn’t handle alcohol as I’d ended up vomiting everywhere and that hadn’t been a pretty picture. Far from it.

Ivan surprised us by arriving just before dinner. Hecame alone this time, but it was nice to have him there. Around our table was me and Ive, Cassie, Hubert, Michael, Vlad, and Ivan. Most of the staff refused to sit with us, and I was happy with that, providing they were as well. I didn’t argue with anyone.

After dinner, we had some Christmas cake, which Michael had made a few months ago, and it was so good. I loved it.

I loved Christmas just as much as I’d loved Thanksgiving and Halloween.

With Ive. Always with him. There was nothing I wanted more than to spend time with him every single chance I got.

I didn’t even mind going and staying at the penthouse suite anymore. I found ways to occupy my mind. Mainly I explored with Hubert as I didn’t have to stay at the penthouse suite. I knew it wasn’t just Hubert that followed me. There were other men in Ive’s employ who watched over me, making sure nothing bad happened. I’d never felt safer than I did right now.