The Russian's Captive (The Captive Series Book 2) (7 page)

“No.”

“To be young and foolish,” he hissed as he walked away from her. Feeling uncomfortable, she went back into the house and ran right into Nikolai.

“Ah, just who I was looking for.” He smiled in that heartbreakingly beautiful way that melted her heart and panties.

“Are you ready? We don’t have much time.”

“Yes,” she purred.

Nikolai set up all the arrangements before he’d taken her from her family. Now, it was a simple matter of her selecting a gown. He was going to take her to a shop in town that had plenty of selections, but since he couldn’t see her before the wedding, he left her at the shop with the one man he trusted despite his incessant flirting—Sergei.

He had a meeting scheduled with Petrov who was supposed to meet him at the café down the street from the dress shop. They were going to decide what to do about the Rossis, plus Nikolai wanted to acquit the one of two people who helped him run this organization when his father died. Bianca had her concerns about him. Nikolai knew it had to be someone close to him, and since he trusted Sergei with his most precious possession, he went to the next one in line.

He and Petrov could have met at the house if he’d taken Bianca suggestion, but he was glad he didn’t. Bianca told him to go back and she’d just be driven home by Sergei, but that didn’t work for Nikolai. He didn’t like her away from him at all. First, because he wasn’t sure it was safe. Second, because she was too beautiful, and he was jealous. She was worried about him seeing her before the wedding, but he informed her that she could dress at the house so he wouldn’t see the dress.

The skies hadn’t been nice to them. Just as he was going to meet with Petrov, the skies opened up, and it stormed hard. Nikolai ran back to his truck and slammed the door shut.

His phone pinged with a text from Petrov.

I’m running late. My conference call ran over
.

“Shit,” Nikolai yelled. Moments later, he called Sergei.

“She needs an umbrella. Is there any in the shop?”

“Yes there is. Don’t worry, Niko. She’s fine. I wouldn’t let anything happen to her, not even getting wet from a little bit of rain.”

“Do you think you’re funny, you fuck? She’s my wife. I want her protected at all costs.”

“I will. Chill. She’s almost done anyway.”

“That was fast.”

“Are you still meeting with Petrov?”

“He was supposed to meet me but texted me that he’s running behind. Hold on a sec. I just got another text.”

Nikolai looked at the text and tried not to be pissed. “Sergei, it’s from Petrov. He says that the road is washed out and will meet me back at the house.”

“Why didn’t he come with you in the first place?”

“He had some business to handle and didn’t have time to leave at the moment. Before you start, I wasn’t going to leave her alone and let her come by herself.”

“I know. By the way, she’s done. We’ll be coming out in two minutes.”

Nikolai waited in the truck until he saw the door open. Then he jumped out to help his bride. Taking the package from her hands, he walked her back to the truck. After opening the door for her, he ran around back and placed the box in the trunk and jumped into the front seat.

“Are you buckled up, babe?”

“Just a second…now, I am,” Bianca said as she clicked it into place.

“Good. Let’s get on with it. I’m sorry that it’s raining, though. The wedding will have to be inside, instead of on the beach like you wanted this morning.”

“That’s not a big deal. So how much time do I have to get ready?”

“Hopefully by the time I get us there, you’ll have two hours before you marry me.”

“That should be plenty of time.”

And it would have been a lot of time, if it hadn’t been raining so hard that the alternate route was flooded too. They were forced to stay in a hotel in town.

They pulled up to a roadblock and waited to see if it was possible to get through.

“Change of plans, sweetie.” He turned to her after speaking with the French authorities blocking the way.

“We have to go back and stay in town tonight,” Nikolai said as she turned to face him with upset in her expressive eyes.

Bianca’s heart dropped. She knew something would go wrong to ruin her day. They said rain was good luck.
I call bullshit on that one
, she thought.

“I’m sorry, my love,” he said as he caressed her cheek.

Before she could stop it, the tears had fallen from her eyes.

Damn it,
he thought. He didn’t ever want to see her cry. He started speaking in Russian to Sergei and about one minute later, he turned back to Bianca with a plan in mind.

“My love, we can still marry today, but it won’t be as nice as we planned yesterday, and it will be at the city offices in town.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

Sergei interrupted them again. Once he and Nikolai finished the debate, Nikolai told him to make the call. They would do this tonight.

They arrived at the hotel a little wet. Sergei spoke to the concierge while Nikolai took his fiancée to their room. Bianca looked around the spacious accommodations and noticed how beautiful it was.

While she walked into the bathroom to get freshened up, Nikolai took a call from Sergei. Once she walked out, he couldn’t help but stare at her natural beauty.

“Love, they can do the ceremony downstairs. I know this is probably not what you wanted, but we need to marry here.”

She walked up to him and grabbed his hand. Looking into his eyes, she said, “It doesn’t matter where we marry. My family is not here either way, so here or at the villa doesn’t make a difference.”

“I’m sorry I’m taking away your chance to marry with your family, but we need to be married. I want you to belong to me so that no one can challenge your status. I don’t know what Santini has in mind, but I’m not letting him take you from me.”

“I know that. I don’t need a big wedding. I just need you.”

“Damn it, woman. Why do you have to say things like that when I’ve got to take care of some stuff? You make me want to strip you down and fuck you hard.”

“Sorry, but you’ll have to wait until later. I’ve got to get ready,” Bianca said flirtatiously.

“Fine, woman, but don’t take too long. I can’t wait to seal you to me.”

Nikolai went downstairs to finalize the impromptu wedding details. Sergei walked up to him and handed him the paperwork he needed to fill out.

“It’s already done. I just wanted you to look at it to make sure everything is golden.”

“Thanks, Sergei.”

“What are friends for? Besides, I like her. She’s a sweet girl.”

“She’s mine,” Nikolai growled.

“Possessive much? That was just a compliment on selecting a good one.”

“Sorry. I’m just a bit crazy when it comes to her.”

“Just a bit. You’ve got an organization to run, and you haven't let her out of your sight.”

“So what? She’s mine, and I need to keep her safe until we find out who’s out to get us.”

When it was time for the wedding, Sergei was given the honor of walking Bianca down the aisle to Nikolai. Sergei grinned. He was happy to have the honor even if it was only by default.

Bianca and Nikolai exchanged vows in a small room of hotel guests, and yet,it didn’t matter to either of them. They smiled at each other throughout the ceremony and kissed tenderly when finally prompted
.

They had a nice dinner served for them in the hall with all the hotel guests joining them to celebrate. It was a makeshift wedding put together on a whim, but it was perfect.

As they danced their first dance as a married couple, Bianca asked, “This turned out lovely, Niko. I wonder why it takes people a year to plan one.”

“I know, and I’m glad I didn’t have to wait for a year to marry. I would had to have kidnapped you,” he said with a guffaw. She light smacked his arm.

“Already pissing her off? That didn’t take long,” Sergei said with a chuckle.

“Shut up, Sergei,” Bianca said, earning a kiss from Nikolai.

She continued to dance with her husband and ignore the teasing comments from Sergei.

“I’m going to toss his ass in the basement when we get back to the villa.”

“But isn’t it flooded?”

“Yes.”

“You need to be nice. He just needs a girl.”

“You’re too nice.”

“Is that a problem?”

“Not when it’s just for me. You being nice to other men is something I really don’t care for.”

“Oh, please.”

“Please what, baby?”

“Please behave.”

“You weren’t saying that last night.”

“Well, there is a crowd of people here, and I’m not an exhibitionist.”

“You better not be, or I’ll spank that ass.”

“Seriously, stop threatening me with dirty talk.”

“Okay, fine. I won’t threaten. Tonight you will get a spanking.”

The music ended, and she pulled away from him. He tugged her back.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Away from you…before I’m too hot and bothered to breathe.”

“Let’s go. It’s time we called it a night.”

They started walking to the bank of elevators. Once they reached the button, Nikolai pinned her to the wall and kissed her hard. They were pawing at each other. Bianca was sliding off Nikolai’s suitcoat when Sergei stopped them with a cough.

“What do you want? I’m kind of busy,” Nikolai growled as he turned to Sergei.

“I got a call from Petrov. I told him of your marriage. He didn’t sound thrilled about missing the ceremony, but I told the fuck that he should have met you on time and he wouldn’t have missed it. He says he is leaving for Monaco for a few days on business.”

“What the fuck for?”

“He said he had a meeting with two clients and they are vacationing there.”

“Damn it. We were supposed to have a meeting.”

“He said to call him and you could go over any of your plans tomorrow.”

“Seriously, this shit of putting his other clients ahead of me is getting really fucking annoying.”

“Can you get another lawyer?” Bianca asked.

“Yes, baby, but he was my father’s friend, so I’ve been hard-pressed to let him go. Plus he helped me through those first years.”

“Well, no offense, Sergei, but I’m really tired, and Niko has to tuck me in. You know it’s past my bed time.”

Sergei laughed. “Fine. Tuck your baby in, but remember checkout is at eleven.”

“Yes, sir,” Bianca said with a giggle.

“Come on, Mrs. Rykov. I think they snuck you some wine.”

“Hehehe…” she bubbly responded.

“How much did they sneak you?”

“It was vodka about ten minutes ago. They said I needed to get used to it because I married a Russian beast man.”

“My poor baby. Let’s get you to bed.”

“Are you going to fuck my ass again?” she said quite loudly as she grinned drunkenly.

A guy and his wife had been standing next to them when she blurted it out.

“You’re a lucky man,” he mumbled, earning a whack from his wife.

“You better believe it, mister.” She looked at the guy attempting to be stern.

“Bianca, love, no more vodka for you.”

They were just getting off the elevator when she called out to the couple. “Have a sexy, dirty evening. Do her good!”

Nikolai took his wife up to their room after their awkward elevator exchange.

“They were really nice people.”

“Sweetheart, you would think anyone was nice right now. How much did they give you?”

“A shot.”

“Just a shot?”

“Just a shot? That shit burned my insides. I need something thick and warm to coat my throat and ease the pain, my beast.”

“Bianca…”

“Don’t Bianca me. I want your cock now, Mr. Rykov, or you won’t be a very lucky man,” she grumbled.

“You want my cock? On your knees.”

“Yay!!!” she squealed as she dropped to her knees.

She started undoing his trousers, caressing the front panel as she slowly undid his zipper.

“Nikolai, you’ve got a magnificent body. I love it. I just want to lick you all over.”

“You can start with my cock.”

She bit her lip as she pushed his pants down and hissed, “Lift your foot.”

“Yes, dorogaya moya.”

“I don’t know what you’re saying, but I like hearing you speak.”

“Suck, Bianca. Swallow my cock down your slender, burning throat, and if you’re a good girl, I’ll put it in your sweet little pussy.”

Bianca obeyed hungrily, her buzz still strong and her urges just as demanding. She swallowed almost half his cock down her throat. Her inhibitions lessened, and she turned into a true sex kitten for her man.