Page 84 of Mafia King's Ruthless Obsession

This connection runs deeper than flesh, than the electric current of pleasure-pain that binds us. We’re warriors who carved our paths through hell itself, now forging something unbreakable from the ashes of who we used to be. In each other’s arms, we’re both weapon and sanctuary, danger and salvation—a love powerful enough to set the world on fire.

Panting, we sink against each other, our bodies one, the force of what we’ve just done resonating through every inch. I give her a final hard, deep thrust.

Hovering above her, I capture her mouth in a gentle kiss, the frenzy between us quieting. Our faces brush together, her auburn strands tangling in my stubble. Contentment settles over me, deeper than anything I’ve felt before, and I savor the moment, memorizing her smile and the sweet tangle of her body in mine. The look we share holds a dozen secrets that still need to be deciphered, a web that needs to be untangled. There will be many moments like this one, and I’ll enjoy them all.

Like an addict, I’ll never have enough.

When I finally shift position and my cock slips free, we both groan.

I collapse beside her, an arm resting protectively across her chest. She turns her head, smiling faintly. Her messy hair obscures my view of her beautiful face. I thread my fingers through the red-brown strands, enjoying the silken texture.

My hand rests lightly on her hip. She sighs and snuggles deeper into the covers, her face turned toward me. Something tells me that, at least for a little while, we’ve both earned a break.

Whatever tomorrow brings, we’ll face it together.

Until then, there’s peace. The sweetest ecstasy of all.

“I forgot to tell you,” I murmur into her hair, “Raffe will come to the penthouse tomorrow to guard you.”

Galina tenses in my arms, giving me the slightest hint that this was the wrong thing to say.

I raise myself on my elbow. “Do you want someone else to come?”

Galina’s brows furrow. “Why would they come here? I’ll be at the club with you.”

“No, you won’t,” I tell her slowly. “You’re staying here. Safe.”

Galina sits up. “You’re not locking me up.”

“I’m not locking you up,” I counter. “I’m keeping you safe.”

“By locking me up,” she argues and climbs off the bed.

“Galina, wait,” I call after her. “Where are you going?”

“To my room,” she snaps at me over her shoulder. “Away from you.”

I stare at her retreating figure, wondering how we went from happy in love to sleeping in separate bedrooms in less than an hour. To confirm that we’re fighting again, Galina promptly slams the door.

“Fucking great,” I mutter and throw myself back in bed, looking at the ceiling. It had to be my shitty sense of timing again.

Chapter 25

Control Me, If You Can

Galina

The spare bedroom feels cold and empty. I pace the floor, still naked except for Vasiliy’s shirt, my emotions a tangled mess. One moment, we’re declaring our love, sharing this incredible intimacy, and the next, he’s trying to lock me away “for my protection.” My hands curl into fists. After everything we’ve been through, after I finally opened up and trusted him, he still sees me as something to be controlled. Caged. Just like everyone else in my life. Just like everyone who has betrayed me. And even now, after all that we’ve shared, my own heart tells me what I already know, what I should’ve never forgotten. We’ll never be more than enemies bound by circumstances.

One thing is for sure, though: he won’t decide my future.

If a fight is what he wants, a fight is what he’ll get.

I find some pants in the bottom drawer of the dresser and change into them, fighting the urge to storm into his room to tell him off. It’s clear that he’s planned this for a while now. Why else would my clothes be in the dresser? Someone went to my apartment to get them.

A soft knock at the door makes me pause. “Go away.”

“Galina.” Vasiliy’s voice carries a mix of frustration and concern. “Let me explain.”

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