Cruel Promise (Oryolov Bratva, #2)

by Nicole Fox

“I knew you would come,” he whispers in my ear. “I knew it. I just knew it.”

“Those are my kids up there. Those are my kids you’re after.”

Even when I was deep inside her, I knew that fucking her was a mistake. Still, I couldn’t help but think… Some mistakes are worth making.

“It bothered me for a split second yesterday, when you called me your whore.” She palms my cock and starts rubbing slowly. “But I realized today: you can call me anything you want—as long as you also call me yours.” Fuck me.

“I knew exactly what you would be to me from the moment I heard that accidental voicemail you left me.” I’m so lost in desire that I don’t even blush. “I heard your hungry moans, your desperate little gasps, and I knew from that moment on exactly what you were.” “Ahh… W-what… what was I?” “Mine,” he growls. “All. Fucking. Mine.”

“I’m happy to tease you, Emma.” His tone is so serious that I have no choice but to pay attention. “I’m happy for you to be my whore and my slut in bed. But that’s where it ends.”

“Outside of this bed, outside of my cock in your cunt, you are my woman. My queen. And I’m going to take care of you as such. I’m going to spoil you and I’m going to protect you. That goes for the kids, too. You, them—you all belong to me now, Emma Carson. And if you ever leave, I will just drag you back here. I will drag you back into my house and my bed because this is where you fucking belong.”

“You are mine,” he says again, hands hard on my hips. “You’re not going anywhere. And neither am I.”

I am completely, madly, desperately in love with Ruslan Oryolov and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it.

don’t believe you. But even if I did, I’d say it sounds like you became the person you admired most. That’s beautiful, you know. He’s still alive in you. You’re a memorial to him.”