Page 86 of Ruthless Bratva King

“Elena,” he says. “I love you.”

The words hit me like a warm wave, unexpected but welcome as I reply, “I love you too.”

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ELENA

The bathroom door clicks shut behind me, muffling the soft hum of conversation from the restaurant beyond. I take a moment to breathe, staring at my reflection in the mirror. My cheeks are flushed, my lipstick slightly smudged.

The door creaks open behind me. I glance in the mirror, startled, as Dmitri steps inside, locking the door with a quiet click.

“What are you doing?” I ask, my voice low but teasing.

His dark eyes meet mine in the mirror, and the intensity in them sends a shiver down my spine. “Following you,” he says simply, his voice gravelly.

I turn to face him, my back pressed against the cool sink. “We’re in a restaurant, Dmitri,” I whisper, though my pulse quickens at the idea of what he might have in mind.

“And?” He steps closer, his towering frame filling the small space. “Do you think I care?”

There’s no mistaking the hunger in his gaze, but it’s tempered by something softer—something that makes my chest tighten.

“You must care a little. You locked the door, didn’t you?”

His hand lifts to my face, his thumb brushing over my cheek. “I don’t think you understand how much I need you right now.”

My breath catches as he leans in, his lips brushing against mine in a kiss that starts soft but quickly deepens.

His hands slide to my waist, pulling me flush against him as the kiss grows more urgent. My fingers find the back of his neck, threading through his hair as I arch into him, heat pooling low in my belly.

“Dmitri,” I murmur against his lips, half a plea, half a warning.

“Say the word,moya lisitsa,” he murmurs back, his voice rough, his hands skimming down my sides to grip my hips. “Tell me to stop, and I will.”

I look up at him, my heart pounding. I say nothing.

In one fluid motion, he lifts me onto the edge of the sink, his hands sliding up my thighs as he kisses me like a man starved.

His thumb traces my bottom lip, and I can’t help but part my mouth slightly.

“You’ve been teasing me all night,” he says, his voice low, almost a growl. “Sitting there, crossing your legs under the table, playing with your hair.” He leans in, his lips grazing my ear as he murmurs, “Do you know what that does to me, Elena?”

I swallow hard, feeling the heat pooling between my legs already. “Yes,” I admit, my voice trembling just enough to betray me. “I do.”

The cold marble bites into my thighs, the hem of my dress riding up dangerously high. My pulse quickens as he steps between my legs, his chest pressing against mine, trapping me against the mirror.

His fingers graze the inside of my thigh, sliding upward until they brush against the lace of my panties. “This,” he says, almost to himself, “is unnecessary.” And before I can protest, he hooks afinger into the delicate fabric and pulls, ripping them away with one sharp motion.

His hands slide up my thighs, spreading them wider as he kneels in front of me. The sight of him there, looking up at me with those hungry eyes, sends a shiver down my spine.

“You’re mine forever,” he says, his voice firm, leaving no room for argument. “And I’m going to remind you exactly what that means.”

His breath is hot against my skin as he trails kisses up my inner thigh, each one sending sparks shooting through me.

When his tongue finally finds my clit, I arch into him, a moan slipping past my lips.

His tongue flicks over me, slow and deliberate at first, then faster, harder, until I’m gripping the edge of the sink, trying to steady myself.

“Fuck, Dmitri,” I gasp, my head falling back. He growls against me, the vibrations only making it worse—or better, depending on how you look at it. “That’s so good.”

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