Arranged Bratva Love

Ive

Thanksgiving

I didn’t want to invite Ivan, but Charlotte had been insistent. My wife had a way of giving me those sweet eyes of hers that meant she got whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted.

She’d already asked if Cassie and Rage could join us for Thanksgiving. Both had accepted my invitation and I was waiting for Ivan to respond. I knew he changed his plans repeatedly over the years. I was not going to invite any of the other brigadiers.

Charlotte wanted Hubert and Vlad to be there. She had gotten to know my otherman quite well over the past few weeks.

For ourThanksgiving, we were not going to be at the penthouse, but home, at my country estate, where I knew she and Michael were already concocting plans. Michael had already asked if I had a problem with him doing not one but two turkeys, as if I cared how many he cooked. Charlotte had told me she wanted to make sure the whole staff got to enjoy the occasion as well. Her ability to care astounded me. I was convinced she didn’t have a vile bone in her body.

My cell phone rang as I was waiting for Charlotte to get ready to leave. We were heading back tomy country home today.

“Ivan,” I said.

“You called.”

“You know why.”

I smiled. I didn’t want Charlotte to get worried.

“Well, an invite would be nice.”

Ivanwas doing this on purpose, so I winked at Charlotte.

“Charlotte and I were wondering if you would like to spend Thanksgiving with us.”

My wife moved in close. “I’m going to be helping Michael do all the cooking. We’re going to have pecan pie and apple pie, and pumpkin pie. I’m not a big fan of pumpkin but apple and pecan, yum!”

I loved her excitement.

Charlotte brushed past me to head to the bathroom.

“I don’t think Charlotte has ever celebrated Thanksgiving,” I said. We both knew her past and it wasn’t a good one.

“I’ll be there.”

Ivan hung up. He’d been more aloof than usual.

“Is he coming?” Charlotte asked.

“Yes.”

“Will Cassie be riding with us?”

“No, I’m having Vlad bring her.” I had been tempted to drive with my wife and her sister back to my country home, but I didn’t like Cassie. I knew she had probably done everything she could for the young woman, but I couldn’t justify what she didn’t fucking do. I saw the scars on Charlotte’s back. I didn’t know every single story that had caused each one, but there was no reason for her to have them. I knew her father had been a bastard. He’d hurt Charlotte because he could, there was no other reason for it.

It’s why I couldn’t stand Rage either. He might havebeen able to stop it and even reduce it, but he didn’t eliminate it. Demon was happy for Charlotte to die at our hands. She’d never had a true Thanksgiving, or a Christmas, not even a Halloween.

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Pulling Charlotte into my arms, I slide my hands down to her ass. I love her ass, the size and shape of it.

“We’ve got to get going,” I said.

“I’m packed.”

This made me chuckle. “You do realize we have everythingyou need at home.”

“Yeah, but I don’t want to be without them. I’ve got to pee.”

Curiosity got the better of me. Going to her case, I open it up, and I’m surprised to seesome of my clothes. There are shirts and pants that I had dressed her in after her sick spell at Halloween. There were a couple of items of her own clothes that she said were the most comfortable. Zipping up the case, I picked it up and reached out for Charlotte’s hand, which she took. Did she even realize she didn’t hesitate with me?

Pulling her against my side, Hubert waited for us out in the hallway. With my hand at her back, we headed toward the elevator. On Halloween night, Hubert took care of the cleaning after Charlotte was sick.

If I’d not had to take care of some business, I’d have been able to keep an eye on her, and stop her from getting drunk. Hubert had avoided me for a few days after that, feeling guilty for not monitoring my wife better.

Hubert had caught sight of a man dealing out some drugs, but it hadn’t been drugs. No, it had been condoms.

I didn’t like how on edge I was, waiting for either thecartel or the Irish to make their move. I knew they were going to. It was only a matter of time.

Helping Charlotte into the back of the car, I put her case in the trunk and thenclimb in beside her. Hubert took the wheel, and it wasn’t long before we were out of the city and heading toward my country home. Charlotte moved closer to me, and I loved this. She wasn’t afraid of me. Even though I had arrived home a couple of times with blood on my shirt. Even though my territory was quiet, in our vacant territory, shit was still going down, and I had no choice but to contribute.

We’d managed to push back the Italian mafia takeover bid. They had tried to take Ivan’s territory, but after they had lost a vast number of men, they had backed down and even retreated out of the territory. For now, Ivan had taken over the base, or at least that was what my spies told me.

I had a feeling Ivan had other plans in mind, but I didn’t ask what they were. Ivan would only ever give information when he was damn well ready to do so. Not a moment before. We all had to just wait.

“Do you like Thanksgiving?” Charlotte asked.

“I’ve never cared for it.” Before my father got rid of me, he would have big, elaborate feasts, which always ended with him beating the shit out of my mom because she did something wrong.

To think there was a time I was afraid of that man. That fear had evaporated when I stepped into his home and sat down in front of him, and forced him to look at the man he intended to kill. I made him look into my eyes as I took the life from him, and as I did, I told him what I was going to be. Who Ivan Volkov was, and how the biggest mistake of his life was turning against me. Since being cast out of my father’s life, intended to be killed, I’d never celebrated another Thanksgiving. I never wanted to. This was all for Charlotte.

“Did you?” I asked.

She didn’t talkright away. “Sometimes. I hated being home alone, you know? It was scary. It was always so dark and I only ever had the television for comfort. There were always some instant noodles, so I ate them.”

“You’re not having instant noodles now.” I took her hand, andshe locked her fingers within mine. She always knew what to do, what I wanted.

Charlotte snuggled in against me. “I think the only downside to having guests is we can’t enjoy each other.”

I rub her shoulders. “That will come. Trust me, I’ll kick themout.” I pressed a kiss to her head and she chuckled.

“Are you sure you don’t mind me inviting Rage and Cassie?””I don’t mind.” I did but I wasn’t going to tell her that.

The drive didn’t last quite as long as I wanted it to. None of the other guests hadarrived, so we had time to head upstairs, change, and then Charlotte went straight to the kitchen, while I was there on my own to greet our guests. When Cassie arrived, I told Vlad to go and take her to a room.

There were still sticky notes on each door, and I didn’t want anyone to take them down. They were a reminder to Charlotte of every single room she had explored.

Rage arrived, alone, and looking at his face, I saw the black eye and the healing split lip.

“How?” I asked.

“Club business, that’s all. Where’s Charlotte?” he asked.

“She’s in the kitchen, but I’m warning you, if you upset her in any way, I will fucking kill you.”

Rage looked at me and then nodded.

“Hubert will see you to your room.”

With Rage, Cassie, and Ivan at my home, I hadincreased security as well. There would be a man outside of Rage and Cassie’s rooms. I was not going to run the risk of them trying to kill us in our sleep.

Ivan was the last person to arrive, but much to my surprise, hewas not alone. Nope. Slavik, Aurora, Andrei, and Adelaide were present, and in Aurora’s arms was her little boy.

Now, I’m pissed off. I didn’t invite them, but he had invited them. I expected Victor and Peter to arrive.

“Ive,” Ivan said, looking real fucking happy. “I hope you don’t mind, but I invited some of our friends. Peter and Victor will be along shortly.”

I should have known.

Thanksgiving wasn’t until tomorrow, but I was already hating it. I avoided this kind of get-together on purpose. Slavik and Andrei didn’t look too happy about it. This was all for Charlotte. All for her.

I closed the door behind them and turned to see Charlotte coming toward me. The smile on her face was worth it. She looked so happy as she came forward.

First she embraced Ivan. Not a single moment of hesitation. She threw her arms around him and hugged him. “I’m so pleased you could make it.”

With Slavik and Andrei, she offered them a smile and her hand. Adelaide and Aurora got the hug, and of course, she swooned over the baby.

WatchingCharlotte with the little one made me think of her swollen, heavily pregnant with my child one day. I’d not been careful with her, but she hadn’t gotten pregnant yet. The truth was, I wasn’t prepared for kids. I wanted my territory under control, where I was waiting for an attack by the Irish or thecartel.

“Are you happy?” I asked, as Charlotte came to stand with me.

“Very, very happy.”

****

Lottie

Preparing a Thanksgiving feast is not quite so easy, especially as I now had a vegan. Adelaide had said she could eat everything but the meat and she was happy to do so. I wouldn’t hear of it, and so Michael and I found a few recipes that we could make on short notice. A turkey using vital wheat gluten, tofu, and chickpeas. Sounded interesting, and we settled on one recipe and got to work.

We started that yesterday, and today we got to oven roast with a glaze. The turkeys were already in the oven.

I knew Ive struggled with our guests. I was introduced once again to Victor and Peter last night. I know Ive was pissed off.

He didn’t want them for our Thanksgiving dinner. Cassie had hit it off with Aurora and Adelaide, and she tried to help out in the kitchen, as did Aurora and Adelaide, but Michael had told them to leave. He only wanted me assisting him. The dining room was already set up.

I had to keep making escapes to go and check on Ive. I felt so bad for leaving him to entertain our guests. I knew it wasn’t easy for him, but he did so well.

So far, other than a few cuts with the knives, no blood had been drawn. Victory. I kept going to him, checking to make sure they were happily refreshed. There were a few moments I walked in and there seemed to be silence, which was broken as I offered them all a drink.

Cassie, at times, wouldn’t even look at me. Ive did, as did Ivan. Victor, Peter, Slavik, and Andrei did as well, but they didn’t have pity in their eyes, no, it was something else that I wasn’t quite sure about.

Leaving them to whatever argument they were having, I returned to the kitchen and got everything ready with Michael.

“Thank you so much for doing this with me,” I said.

“No problem, little lady. You and I, we can do Thanksgiving every single year.” He winked at me.

I liked that. To have Thanksgiving every year. I went to him and gave him a hug, I just couldn’t help it.

He patted my back. “You’re going to get me killed if your husband sees you hugging me.”

This did make me smile. I thought it was so crazy to even think of Ive being jealous. There was no competition. I liked Michael, but he was not my husband.

The timer went off, and I looked at Michael. The turkey, providing the instructions didn’t lie, should be ready. He had the heat thermometer ready, and I opened the oven, and Michael grabbed both turkeys out, and pierced them at the right point, beneath the leg. I waited, and yep, our turkeys were ready. I clapped my hands and felt like such a loser for being happy about that.

The next job was to cover them, allow them to rest, and finish everything else. Adelaide’s fake turkey was also cooked. Michael and I had tried a piece and I have to say, it wasn’t bad at all.

I made sure not to use butter or any dairy or animal fats in the final preparations for Adelaide’s food, and for everyone else, that was more than fine.

We carried out the food to the table, and I went to get everyone for dinner. I stood waiting as Ive was the last person to leave the sitting room.”You owe me later,” he said.

This made me giggle. “What did you have in mind?” I asked. This morning, Ive had suggested we just stay in bed, lock the door, and pretend we didn’t have a large meal to preparefor guests. I had promised him that he could have anything he wanted, if he would help me with this Thanksgiving. He told me the stakes would be high.

“I want you naked, and I can do whatever I want to you,” he said.

“I like that.” And I did.

He put his hand on my ass only letting me go as we got to the dining room table. Ivan sat at the head of the table, and there were only two spots remaining. Ive’s place at the head of the table, and me beside him. I didn’t mind that Ivan took the other place, as even when I was with Ive alone, I never sat far away from him. I wanted to be close to him.

We said a quick prayer, and everyone around the table gave thanks for something they appreciated. I listened to them give thanks for sports, to a couple of actresses, one person, I think it was Vlad, even said the porn channel, which raised a few chuckles. Cassie thanked the world for fashion and shoes. When it came to me, I had to think.

“I’m thankful for everyone here, sitting around this table, my true family.” I felt my cheeks heat, but that was really what I was thankful for, more than anything.

Ive took my hand and gave it a squeeze. One glance at Cassie and Rage and I saw the sadness in their eyes.

“Let’s eat,” Ive said.

I stifled my laugh, because I knew what he was trying to get to. I wanted to be alone with him as well.

Food was passed around and Adelaide was more than happy with what Michael and I were able to cook up at the last minute. She had second helpings. Everyone seemed to love the food. I don’t know if they were being polite or not.

Ive filled my plate as well. He made sure therewas a little something of everything on my plate. After dinner, we all enjoyed some pie. I chose pecan pie as it was my favorite. I noticed Cassie went for pumpkin. My husband went for the apple pie.

This made me smile.

We sat around talking, enjoying each other’s company, and coffee. Michael came out, and I went to hug him again, but he took my hand, offering it a kiss.

This was perfection. There was no arguing, no shouting. In a way, our weird family enjoying a moment together. By the end of the night, I was still buzzing. I was pleased we didn’t make our excusesright after dinner, as I’d have been too full to enjoy alone time with my husband.

Iveflicked the lock on the door, and then stepped over to me.

“Did you at least enjoy it?”

“I’m not lying when I tell you it’s the best Thanksgiving dinner I’ve ever had.” He cupped my face, and I tilted my head back to look at him.

“For real?”

“I don’t lie.” He took possession of my mouth, and afterthat, I didn’t care. I was so freaking happy. He had loved my dinner.

I was thrilled. I knew not every single Thanksgiving was going to be as great, butI would always have this memory of my first one.

Ive moved me toward the bathroom and stripped off my clothes, tossing them to the floor as we went. I moaned his name, and within seconds, he had me naked and in the shower. He covered me with his hard naked body so none of the cold water hit my flesh.

Ive ran his hands all over my body. I loved the feelof his hands. He picked up the soap, lathering my body, using his hands as a sponge to work into my flesh.

I don’t know what he did, but it was like a magic wand as he heightened myneed for him. I didn’t want him to stop.

After he cleaned my body, he picked up the shampoo, then the conditioner, soaping my hair. Once he was done, he then handed me the soap, and told me to clean him.

I touched his body, using my hands the same way he had. I loved touching him. His body was covered in ink and I couldn’t get enough of him. When I got to his dick, he was already hard as rock. Running my hands up and down the length, I worked him over and over, until he pushed my hand away.

I worked shampoo and conditioner into his hair, and Ive didn’t bother with a towel. He turned the shower off and then led me back toward the bedroom. He pressed me to the bed. His lips were on mine, but they didn’t stay there. They traveled down my body, taking my nipples, each one in turn, into his mouth. He sucked on the hard buds, and then moved down, kissing his way toward my pussy.

Ive spread open my legs, and that wicked tongue of his danced across my clit, before sliding down, entering me. He fucked me with his tongue as his hands went to my hips, and I yelped as he took me to my knees. Pressing my palms flat to the bed, I felt him spread the cheeks of my ass wide, and he pressed two fingers inside my pussy. I closed my eyes as he pumped them in and out. I was already so wet, but what he did next surprised me. He didn’t move up toward my clit, but instead drew them back and began to stroke across my anus. Back and forth, and then just slightly, he pressed against that forbidden hole. I tensed up, but not because I didn’t want it or was afraid. The touch was so unexpected.

I looked back at him, and he paused. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No. I … I’m not used to it.”

With his other hand, he touched my pussy and the moment his fingers were on my clit, I lost all thought. I couldn’t focus. I didn’t want to. He kissed the curve of my ass.

“If you don’t like it, tell me to stop.”

I cried out as he pressed just a little harder against my anus, and I felt one of his fingers penetrate my ass. Sinking my teeth into my lip, I tried to contain my whimper, but it spilled out, startling meas it then changed to that of a groan.

Ive was still for several seconds, maybe even a few minutes, and then he pushed forward until his finger was to the knuckle deep in my ass. It was hot and strange, but it wasn’t too painful. I liked the sensation as he worked my clit at the same time. I closed my eyes, and allowed my body to feel.

“Do you like that?” he asked.

“Yes.”

It wasn’t a lie.

“Good, because soon I’m going to have my dick balls-deep inside you,” he said.

I whimpered.

“But don’t worry, I’m not goingto do that to you tonight. No, I’m going to fuck this sweet little pussy. I want to feel your tight cunt wrapped around my dick as I fuck you hard. Tonight, after I come inside you, I’m going to make sure it stays there.”

I’d never been more aroused thanI was at that moment. I wanted him so badly, and it didn’t matter what Ive asked for, I’d give it to him.