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She doesn’t know it yet, but whatever scars she’s hiding…they belong to me now.
Because she’s my property now. And I protect what’s mine. With blood, with fire, with fucking war.
“If you’re in pain…” I bring her hand to my lips and press a kiss to her knuckles like it’s a vow etched in blood. “You come to me. I’ll take it. All of it. I’ll fucking rip it out of you if I have to and make it mine.”
Well, this is bad. Psycho Bratva kingpin is about to get real crazy.
It’s him. Konstantin Marinov is a living, breathing addiction. And the worst part? He knows it too.
“But if you want the complete truth, I want you in my bed. I want to feel your bare skin on mine. I want to own every sound you make. Every look. Every damn heartbeat. You’re so far under my skin, I’m bleeding for it.”
If I’m not careful, I won’t just belong to him. I’ll want to.
I can’t help it. I actually feel sorry for the devil.
“I’d wage a thousand wars to keep her safe, even if it was just for an hour.”
All I know is you’re the only brand of poison I want bleeding through my veins.”
That love is a weakness. But he was wrong. There’s power in it too. And in her eyes, I find that power.
“Vot tak, detka. Otdai mne vsyo.” The guttural way he says that, it sends another wave of pleasure splitting through me.
