Page 59 of Ruthless Bratva King

“Precisely.”

I swallow hard, my gaze dropping to the bruises scattered across his torso. Without thinking, I lift my hand and press my fingertips to one, a dark smudge just above his hip bone. His breath hitches, barely audible, but enough to make my pulse spike.

He’s not invincible.

The realization hits me with startling clarity. This man, who seems so untouchable, so indomitable, bears the marks of violence just like anyone else.

Something warm and unfamiliar unfurls in my chest as I lean in, pressing my lips to the bruise. His skin is warm under my mouth, and I hear the sharp intake of his breath above me.

I kiss each bruise slowly, deliberately, my lips lingering on the damaged skin as if I could somehow heal him through touch alone.

My hands rise to his chest, my fingers skimming over the ridges of muscle, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath them.

I move upward, my lips trailing a path along his sternum, the hollow of his throat, until I reach the dip between his collarbones.

His hand comes up to grip the back of my neck, his fingers tangling in my hair. It’s not rough, but it’s firm, possessive in a way that sends a shiver down my spine.

I tilt my head back to meet his gaze, and the intensity in his eyes makes my knees weak.

“Elena,” he says, my name a low rumble in his chest. There’s a warning in his tone, but I ignore it, sinking to my knees in front of him. His grip on my hair tightens subtly, a silent question, but he doesn’t stop me.

My hands find the edge of the towel around his hips, and I pull it free, letting it fall to the floor. My breath catches at the sight of him, fully, gloriously naked. He’s already hardening, thick and heavy, and I can’t help but stare.

I look up at him, my lips curving into a small, teasing smile. “Is this injured too?”

Dmitri’s jaw clenches, his eyes darkening with something primal.

“You tell me.”

His hand tightens in my hair, guiding me forward until my lips are just inches from him. My tongue darts out, swiping lightly over the tip, and he groans softly, the sound sending a thrill through me.

I take him into my mouth slowly, savoring the salty-sweet taste of him, the way he pulses against my tongue.

My hands grip his thighs for balance as I bob my head, reveling in the way his breathing grows ragged, the way his fingers tighten in my hair.

“Stop,” he rasps after what feels like an eternity, tugging gently on my hair. Reluctantly, I release him, sitting back on my heels and looking up at him through my lashes.

His chest is heaving, his eyes blazing with desire, and I feel a surge of power knowing I did that to him.

He pulls me to my feet with surprising gentleness, his hands sliding down to my waist. He turns me around, his fingers finding the zipper of my dress and easing it down slowly.

The cool air kisses my skin as the fabric falls away, pooling at my feet. His hands trail up my sides, making me shiver, and then he’s turning me back to face him.

His eyes rake over me, taking in every inch of my bare skin, and I feel exposed in a way that has nothing to do with nudity. He leans in, his lips brushing against the sensitive spot just below my ear, and I gasp as his teeth graze my skin.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough. His hands slide down to cup my ass, squeezing lightly, and I moan softly, arching into him.

He lowers himself to his knees, his hands spreading my thighs apart, and I tremble as his breath hits my pussy. His tongue flicks out, teasing me with gentle strokes, and I clutch at his shoulders for support.

“Dmitri,” I whimper, my legs shaking as he intensifies the pressure, his tongue circling and flicking in ways that leave me gasping. His hands grip my hips firmly, holding me steady as I writhe against him.

Just when I feel myself teetering on the edge, he stops, leaning back slightly and looking up at me with those piercing eyes. “Ask for your husband’s permission.”

My cheeks flush with heat, but I don’t hesitate. “Please let your wife come.”

His lips curve into a wicked smile, and he dips his head again, his tongue working me mercilessly.

A moment later, my orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave, my body convulsing as I cry out his name.

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