Page 38 of Captured By the Bratva

“Come for me,” he commands, his voice rough with desire. “Now, Violet.”

His words are my undoing, and I cry out, my body shattering around him. The pleasure is intense, overwhelming, and he follows me over the edge, his own release powerful and consuming. The sensation of his seed filling me, claiming me, sends another wave of ecstasy through me, leaving me breathless and trembling.

We collapse together, our bodies entwined, our breathing heavy. He holds me close, his hands gentle now, soothing. I rest my head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, and for the first time in a long while, I feel a sense of peace.

Kirill’s hand strokes my hair, his touch surprisingly tender. “You were incredible,” he murmurs, his voice soft in the quiet room.

“So were you,” I reply, my voice barely a whisper.

He chuckles, a low, satisfied sound. “Get used to it, Violet. I’m going to have you like this every chance I get.”

Chapter Eighteen - Kirill

The morning light filters through the curtains of the penthouse bedroom, casting a soft glow over the room. I wake up and glance over at Violet. She’s still asleep, her breathing steady and calm, her face relaxed and serene. The events of yesterday—our wedding, the tension, the unexpected desire—play back in my mind. I study her for a moment, her beauty captivating even in sleep.

Quietly, I slip out of bed and head to the bathroom for a shower. As the hot water cascades over me, my thoughts drift back to Violet. The way she looked in her wedding dress, the fire in her eyes during the ceremony, the way her body felt pressed against mine. Despite the circumstances, there’s an undeniable attraction between us, a chemistry that’s hard to ignore.

I imagine her joining me in the shower, the water streaming down her curves, her hands exploring my body. The thought stirs something deep within me, a primal desire that’s been simmering since the moment we met. I shake my head, trying to focus. There’s work to be done today, and I need to keep my mind clear.

After drying off, I wrap a towel around my waist and step back into the bedroom. Violet is awake now, her eyes following me as I move across the room. There’s a spark of something in her gaze—curiosity, maybe, or desire. It’s hard to tell.

“Good morning,” I say, my voice low and warm.

“Morning,” she replies, her tone soft but guarded.

I let the towel drop, standing naked before her. Her eyes widen slightly, but she doesn’t look away. Instead, she seems to be appraising me, her gaze lingering on the contours of my body. I move closer, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“You sleep well?” I ask, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

“Better than I expected,” she admits, a small smile playing on her lips. “Considering everything.”

I lean in, my hand cupping her cheek. “Well, that’s good.”

“I suppose it is.”

I kiss her, slow and deep, savoring the taste of her lips. Her hands slide up my chest, exploring, teasing. The chemistry between us is electric. I kiss her, sucking on her lower lip and enticing a low groan from her lips. We’re lost in each other, until the responsibilities of the day start to creep back into my mind.

Reluctantly, I pull away, my breath coming in short, heated bursts. “I have work to do,” I say, my voice husky. “I’ll make sure you’re safe while I’m gone.”

She nods, her expression shifting to one of concern. “What if something happens?”

“I have guards stationed outside the penthouse. You’ll be safe here,” I assure her, planting a soft kiss on her forehead.

I dress quickly, my mind already shifting to the tasks ahead. Before I leave, I turn back to her, cupping her face in my hands. “Take care, Malyshka,” I murmur, brushing my lips against hers in a tender goodbye kiss.

As I head out, a thought lingers in my mind. Does she truly want this? The connection we’re building, the bond forming between us—or is she just playing the part, caught up in the circumstances we’ve been thrust into? It’s a question that will take time to answer, but for now, all I can do is protect her and hope that, in time, she’ll come to see this as something more than just an arrangement.

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The office hums with activity, the usual bustle of my men handling the day-to-day operations of our empire. Yet, despite the constant flow of work, my mind keeps drifting back to Violet. I can’t shake the images of our wedding night—the way she looked, her fiery spirit, the unexpected tenderness that passed between us.

I run a hand through my hair, trying to focus on the reports in front of me. Numbers, deals, logistics—none of it seems to hold my attention the way thoughts of Violet do. The memory of her touch, her scent, the way her eyes flashed with defiance and passion, it’s all-consuming.

The door to my office opens, and Dimitri walks in, a serious expression on his face. He holds a folder in his hand, which he sets down on the desk in front of me. “Kirill, I’ve been looking into who could be targeting Violet,” he says, his tone grim. “I think we have a lead.”

I lean back in my chair, crossing my arms. “Go on.”

Dimitri opens the folder and pulls out a picture, placing it in front of me. The image shows Joe Harrison, Violet’s uncle, in an empty alley, handing over money to a group of men. The scene looks shady, like a secret transaction.

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