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He plants a passionate kiss on my mouth, sliding out of me. His fingers replace his dick, pushing his cum in deeper. My pussy’s so sensitive that it tingles even at a hint of his touch.

“My kitty cat did so well,” he praises, kissing his way down my throat. He unclips the clamps and blood rushes back to my stiff nipples all at once. His mouth readily replaces the clamps, lapping and sucking away.

The plug is carefully removed.

But the collar remains.

I smirk at him as he wraps his arms around me and we soak in the mess we’ve made of each other. “I don’t care what you say… after all that, we’ve worked up an appetite. My burnt lasagna sounds pretty damn amazing right now, doesn’t it?”

He releases a thick laugh and stares at me with a gleam in his dark sapphire gaze. “Fuck, how did I ever manage without you?”

“Not well,” I tease him like only I can. “But thankfully you’re mine now, so you never have to worry about it again.”

He raises both brows. “Is that so? I’m yours, devochka?”

“Yes, Zver. I’m your kitty cat. But you’re my beast.”

CHAPTER 47

Roman

SIX MONTHS LATER…

I have been shoteight times. I have been waterboarded. Beaten with an inch of my life. Targeted by the pakhan of the bratva because I was considered such a fucking threat to his mere existence that he hatched an elaborate scheme to destroy me.

Death, torture, attempts on my life. None of it was new.

But no situation has ever caught my interest more than when one an amateur kidnapper with honey-brown skin and tight lavender curls tried to ransom me.

I could have crushed her easily in the palm of my hand, yet she acted as ifshewere in charge.

I was intrigued.

There was something different about her that held my attention. She earned my fascination as she stood her ground even after the cowards in her crew left her in charge of me. You could even say I was impressed.

She was cute… like a kitten.

I wouldn’t hurt her. But I would make her mine.

It was in that moment that I claimed Katerina Everly for myself. I was the son of the sovietnik. Trusted soldier of the pakhan. A brigadier in the bratva. I was a man known as Zver, violent and beastly in every way.

No was not a word in my vocabulary.

I conquered, claimed, and took as I pleased. Katerina would be mine because I decided that would be the case. She had made the foolhardy mistake of trying to kidnap my father (and then me), but she was also so irresistible that I wanted her for myself.

At the time, I planned to have my way with her. Use her however I saw fit, then discard her when I grew bored, like most men in my lifestyle.

Never did I imagine that it would be the polar opposite. That I would grow so attached to a spunky, defiant woman I nicknamed kitty cat that I fell hard. That I could no longer imagine an existence without her.

Months after that unforgettable night where she tried to kidnap me, I’m still a beast. I’m still a formidable, powerful, killing machine with an appetite for blood and violence. But I’m also a man who has a woman I love at my side.

After the war with the pakhan and my victory, I assumed leadership in the family. I took over the mantle of pakhan, succeeding in a way my father, the sovietnik, never did. Though I’ll never know for sure, I suspect he would be proud in his own twisted way.

Our relationship was fucked up. It was never the typical father-son dynamic, right down to his abandonment of my mother and me during my childhood. Even as I joined the bratva and worked under him, I was never treated as his son.

I was another soldier who had to work my way up. I earned my rank as a captain.

Now I’ve earned pakhan.

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