The Bratva's Heir (Underworld Kings)

by Jane Henry

“You’re mine,” he grates, with a ferocious thrust that takes me to the very edge. “Fucking mine.”

“Tell me I belong to you,” she moans. “You’re mine,” I growl. “I’ll never let you go.” “Tell me I’m your good girl…” “You’re my princess, my queen. I’ll slaughter anyone who lays a finger on you. Only I touch you. Only I look at you. You’re mine and mine alone.”

“No matter what,” he says, his accent thick. “No matter what happens, you will always be mine.”

“And before you get another thought in your head, know this. I love you, too. You are my light, shining like a beacon. You led me out of darkness.” His arms around me tighten like a belt pulled taut while I try to compose myself. “Now go, little bird. Fly.”

“I’m different, too,” I tell her. “You’ve changed me. I never could have felt like this before.”