Paying The Bratva’s Debt by Cole, Jagger (the alpha prince and his bride full story free TXT) 📗

the day,” I growl quietly. “You’re still a prisoner. Is that it? And I’m just the Bratva bad guy?”

“I didn’t say that—”

“No, you wrote it the fuck down!” I seethe. I glare at her. “You talked to your father, the day of the attack.”

She stares at me, frowning. “Were you—”

“You knew I was tapping your phone, Fiona.”

“Yeah? Then did you see how he doesn’t respond? How my own father—the reason I’m even here, settling his fucking debt—doesn’t call me back?” she asks, her voice tightening.

“I saw that you called him, and then mysteriously, Drucci’s men—”

“Tried to hurt me!” she yells. “They tried to hurt me, and then you stopped them. Do you seriously think that was part of some fucking master plan?!”

My jaw tightens. “I’m going to ask you this very plainly.”

“Ask away,” she snap, glaring at me.

“Did you plot with your father and or Joey Drucci to have me killed?”

She stares at me in horror. “You are un-fucking-believable—”

“Answer me!” I boom, striding across the room in fury. She gasps, retreating until her back hits the wall.

“Answer me, Fiona,” I hiss.

“No!” she barks back. “I didn’t!”

“I’m going to ask you again—”

“What are you going to do, Viktor,” she sneers up at my face. “Torture me?”

I stiffen. The sass, the scent of her… it’ s fucking with my head. I want her—I’m lusting for her even if I’m furious with her. But the end result is the same.

It makes me want to savage her—to make her scream for me. I snarl and grab her, pinning her to the wall.

“Viktor—!”

I growl deeply as I whip her round, pushing her back to the wall again. She gasps when I grab the yoga pants she’s wearing by the back and suddenly yank them down to mid-thigh.

“Oh fuck, Viktor,” she moans.

I’m so fucking hard for her. I’m still furious, too. But the nearness of her, the feel of her skin, the scent of her—all of it is too much to resist.

“Tell me,” I hiss.

“Tell you what?”

“Did you betray me?”

“No—oh!”

Fiona yelps as my palm suddenly spanks her ass. She trembles, panting as a flush creeps into her cheeks.

“How about now?”

She shakes her head. I growl, and my hand spanks against her tight little ass again. Fiona makes a whimpering mewling sound.

“Did you?”

She turns her head to look at me through a tangle of her hair, panting. “Maybe you’ll have to do it again to see if I change my—”

My palm spanks her ass again, and she cries out. But it’s not a cry of pain. It’s a moan. And it sends me over the edge.

I growl, yanking her panties down and then spanking her bare ass again. I groan, my cock surging as I drink in the sight of her pink cheeks shaking under my punishment. I yank my pants down, and she moans. I stroke my fist up and down my shaft and then use my knee to spread her legs. Fiona pushes back eagerly when my head slips over her lips. I center, grab her hips, and ram my cock deep into her eager little cunt.

Fiona howls in pleasure, moaning. I snarl, and my fingers dig into her skin. I pound into her, fucking her savagely—mercilessly against the wall. But she’s reaching back to grab my hips, urging me on.

I slam into her, almost fucking her onto the balls of her toes with the force of my thrusts. She’s so fucking wet that I can feel it dripping over my balls. Her tight little pussy clenches and ripples on my dick. Suddenly, her body wrenches and shudders. She screams as she starts to come for me, moaning loudly with her cheek against the wall.

I groan. The feel of her release is more than I can resist. I sink my dick deep in her hot little cunt and let go. My balls surge, pumping my hot cum deep in her pussy. I’m gripping her so tightly, panting. Against her neck as the both of us sag against the wall.

I’m still sucking in air when she turns her face to me. Our eyes lock, and we suddenly hungrily seek each other’s mouths. I kiss her deeply against the wall, my heart racing and swelling for this girl.

“Viktor,” she moans. “I didn’t—”

“I know,” I groan, panting into her lips. “I know, printsessa, and I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

She twists in my arms. Hers wrap around my neck as she climbs up into my embrace. “Don’t be,” she hums happily, blushing. She kisses me again. “Viktor, I really never betrayed—”

“I know,” I whisper. I gather her in my arms. I carry her to the vanity, grab the goddamn notepad, and toss it in the trash. My lips find hers, and I kiss her the whole way back to my room.

16 Fiona

The hand over my mouth wakes me with a jolt. My panic surges, and I scream into the soft palm before her face leans over me with wide eyes.

“Shhh!”

I blink in shock with Nina hovering over me. She pulls her hand away, her face white.

“Nina?” I gasp. “What the hell is going…”

The lights playing and flicking through the curtains from outside catch my eye. Red and blue flashing lights. My heart lurches as I sit upright in the bed.

“What the hell is—”

“We need to go, now,” she hisses. She stands away from the bed, and for the first time, I realize she’s got a gun in her hand. She glances back at me and narrows her eyes. “Now, Fiona!”

“Is that the police?”

Her mouth tightens. “Yes. Viktor is being arrested outside. They haven’t—”

“He what?!”

Her mouth tightens. “It would be best if you weren’t here when they sweep the house.”

I frown. “Why—”

“Because you can help him, but only if you’re on the outside, not rounded up when they break down the front door.”

I purse my lips, glaring at her. “Come on, Fiona!” When I don’t budge, she sighs heavily. “I need you to trust me, okay?”

“Why the hell should I do that?”

“Do you love him?”

I blink. “I—”

“Forget that. Do