King of Ruin

by Sasha Leone

My empty chest starts to rumble. I cock my head to the side and sink into the strange admiration I find in this curious little stranger. She reminds me of a happier, more desperate time.

“Hmmm,” I rumble. “A challenge…” For the first time in a long time, I feel like going down into that throng of people and pulling one out. For a brief moment, I’m the man I was before all the power. I’m hungry. Starving. The things I would do to that tiny frame, I think, licking my lips. But would she let me?

No, don’t reveal too much. No one wants to hear your sob story, especially not a man like this. Let the night take you where it wants. Let him take you. Leave fear outside. Let some fucking fun in for once. This man protected you. Show him how grateful you are.

“It’s a Russian mafia title. I’m a Bratva boss—the top Bratva boss. It’s a name that indicates respect, kind of like how the Italians call their top boss ‘godfather’ or whatever.”

“Do you like that, angel?” he growls, picking me up. “How I hold you? How I devour you? How I want you?”

“And that’s perfect. Because I’m going to burn those wings right off, and you’re going to fall into my kingdom.” “Your kingdom?” “I’m the devil, baby. Welcome to hell. I think you’re going to like it here. In fact, I’ll make sure you do…”

“I will be gentle this time, angel. But you will learn how to take ALL of me. Understand?”

Fuck reality. It’s fucked me for too long. Give some good fantasy dick. I want to drown in it.

“I will give you the world,” Andrei roars. “But only if you beg for it.”

“You belong to me now,” he hisses between gritted teeth. “Do you understand?”

“Listen closely, little deer,” he snarls. “You’re going to cum all over my cock. And then you’re going to do it again. And again, and again…”

“Those eyes of yours,” I nod, turning my jaw. “They scream innocence. But that mouth does the dirtiest tricks.”

I want to keep her for myself. I want to corrupt her and taste her sweet essence every day.

She’s the challenge I’ve been craving. And it’s a completely different challenge than I was expecting. A far more delicate challenge. A harder challenge. I’m going to shape her into my bride.

I think of everything I want to do to her. It’s too much. I’m not used to getting overwhelmed. Men like me don’t survive long if we do. But right now, I’m drowning in fantasy.

No, little deer. You have no idea what that holds, I think. And you’re definitely not ready for it. I’m not fooled by your little sneak attack. You’re still far too innocent for the secrets I keep.

That’s where you belong, I think. Right next to my cold dead heart. You make it warm enough that it could almost thaw. I’d welcome the pain

“I don’t think you quite grasp the reality of this situation, angel. I’m not asking you questions. I’m telling you the answers. Now, here’s what you’re going to do. Give me your last name. Whisper it into my mouth. If you don’t want me stalking you, I won’t. But right now, you know my last name and I don’t know yours. That gives you leverage. Do you know what I do to people who have leverage over me?”

My swollen cock throbs with desire. “I’m not, but he is.” “Who’s in charge?” “When it comes to you, he is.”

“That girl means more to me than just some pet project, okay? I need you to understand that… even if I don’t completely understand it myself yet.”

“I’m insatiable for you,” he growls. “And when I can’t have you, I masturbate to the thought of being with you again.”

“You are mine. I’m sorry you didn’t realize it before. There is no one else, Natalya. I want you. But you were right, when a man like me wants something, he gets it. And he keeps it. You are not free to leave.”

“I’m giving you the world. My world. I’ve made up my mind. I’m not just preparing you for the sake of it, Natalya. I’m preparing you to be my wife. To be my queen.”

You have a dream, Natalya. That’s a special gift. Most people don’t know what they want to do. You do. I admire that.”

“Violence isn’t always the answer. Sometimes, I like to use honey to catch my bees.”

“You deserve the world, little deer,” he says, kissing the back of my hand. “I love you.”

And my girl, I think. You are officially forgiven, little deer. But only if you stay alive long enough for me to save

“No. You listen to me,” he snaps. “Andrei is my Pakhan. He’s my blood brother. He is my leader. I do what he wants. I know what he wants. And he wants you. We’ll save him. But you need to be waiting when we get back—otherwise, he’ll wish he was dead.”