Page 46 of Ruthless Bratva King

“You did well,moya lisitsa,” he murmurs, brushing a strand of hair from my face. His voice is low, almost tender, but there’s still that edge of dominance that sends a shiver down my spine. “Very well.”

I blush at his praise, my body still tingling from the sensations he’s just brought to life within me. “Thank you,” I whisper. “I have to know; what doesmoya lisitsamean?”

He smiles. “It means ‘my vixen’, because that’s what you are. A sly, beautiful creature who stole my heart at first glance.”

He sits up, leaning back against the headboard, and gestures for me to join him.

I hesitate for a moment before scooting closer, my body feeling strangely vulnerable now that the heat of the moment has passed.

He wraps an arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his side. His touch is possessive, yet also comforting.

“You are beautiful, Elena,” he says, his voice soft but firm. “That was your first time.”

It’s a statement, not a question but I nod anyway. He kisses the top of my head. “Good girl for being honest. You’re mine now, do you understand?”

The words send a jolt of electricity through me.

Mine.

I look up at him, searching his face for any hint of deception, but all I see is raw honesty.

“Do you understand what that means?” he asks, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my arm.

I nod, though I’m not entirely sure I do. All I know is that I’ve never felt this way before. Never felt so alive, so desired, so claimed.

“My good girl,” he says, his lips curling into a faint smile. “I won’t let anyone take you from me. Not ever.”

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ELENA

Iwake up in the middle of the night to find Dmitri on his feet.

“Get on your knees,” he commands suddenly as I blink the sleep from my eyes.

Without hesitation, I obey, slipping out from under his arm and kneeling beside him on the bed. My heart pounds in my chest as I wait for his next instruction.

He reaches out, tilting my chin up so that I’m looking directly into his eyes. “Good girl,” he praises, his voice thick with approval. “Now, show me how much you want me.”

I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry. “How do you want me to do that?” I ask

His smirk is wicked, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Use your imagination,moya lisitsa. Or do I need to spell it out for you?”

My cheeks flush, but I don’t look away. Summoning every ounce of courage I have, I lean forward, pressing my lips to his thighs.

I trail kisses along his skin, tasting the salt of his sweat, feeling the rough texture of his scars beneath my mouth.

He lets out a low groan, his fingers tangling in my hair. “That’s it,” he encourages, his voice husky. “Show me who you belong to.”

I glance up at him, seeking permission, and he nods, his grip on my hair tightening slightly.

Taking a deep breath, I wrap my hand around his length, marveling at the heat and hardness of him.

I stroke him slowly, watching his face for any sign of discomfort. Instead, I see only pleasure, his eyes darkening with desire.

“Take me in your mouth,” he growls, his voice commanding and unyielding.

I don’t hesitate, lowering my mouth to him. I take him in slowly, my tongue swirling around the tip before sinking down further. His groan of approval spurs me on, and I bob my head, my hand moving in tandem with my mouth.

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