Page 108 of Bratva Bride

It was a fiercely dominating kiss, one that screamed possessiveness. Claiming. He was showing these men that I was his and he wouldn’t let their actions go unpunished. He wanted them to see, to watch the control he exerted over me, to know that he owned me.

I moaned and tried to move into him, desperate to feel the hard lines of his body against me, but he kept me in place with the strong grip he had on my chin, not allowing me an inch of movement. It was like I was his puppet, only free to move if and when he wished it.

He bit my bottom lip hard enough to sting and I yelped in surprise. “I’m going to bend you over my knee and spank your ass for leaving the house when you knew you weren’t meant to.”

Pulling back, he smirked down at me, the desire I felt for him evident by my rapid breathing and flushed cheeks.

Lukyan gagged. “Dude. I so did not need to hear that.”

“Yeah, too much information,” Nikolai grunted.

Arturo nipped my bottom lip once more before finally releasing me. I stumbled, breathless, my legs like jello at his intoxicating touch. My skin was hot, my belly was on fire and I desperately wanted to get him alone in a room and let him do wicked, depraved things to me.

“You say it had nothing to do with you and yet, you would have tried to have your way with my woman, take what didn’t belong to you,” Arturo growled, glaring hard at the man who spoke.

“No man, seriously. We wanted no part in is. Honest.Tienes que creerme. No fuimos nosotros, fue todo Nero.”You’ve got to believe me. It wasn’t us, it was all Nero,he rushed in Spanish.

They all nodded eagerly and that’s when I realised the only men left in the room were Los Zetas.

My father strolled in, his Kevlar vest strapped to his chest and a P-90 in his hands. Alessandro was a step behind him, sweat on his brow and blood in his hair.

“Moya doch’.”He pushed his way to me and wrapped me in a tight embrace. His body shook, with fear or adrenaline I had no idea, but when I stepped back he hugged me tighter, not letting me go.

“Otets, ya v poryadke,”Father, I’m fine.I whispered reassuringly, but he just squeezed me tighter and I sighed, letting him nearly squish me to death.

Finally, he let me go, the briefest glimpse of tears in his eyes before he schooled his features and blinked them away. His ferocious gaze scanned the room and he locked onto Nero’s lifeless body.

“Why is that fucker dead?” he growled. “I wanted him alive.”

“He did it.” Lukyan pointed to Arturo and I rolled my eyes.

Fucking tattle tale.

Arturo stood tall, not shrinking under my father’s intense stare. “It was him or her. I chose Illayana.”

My father sighed. “Fair enough.” He tilted his head to the men on their knees. “These guys will have to do. Take them.”

My brothers and a few Bratva men moved to follow his command.

“Wait! Just listen!” The guy who spoke before shouted as he was dragged to his feet. “We weren’t going to touch her! I swear!”

“You honestly expect me to believe that?” Arturo scoffed. He held up his phone. “I watched you fuckers.”

“That wasn’t us! Please, just hear me out!”

“Take them away,” my father grunted, not interested in hearing a single word.

But I was.

“Wait,” I called out, moving towards them.

Arturo blocked my path. “No,” he growled. “You’re not going near them.”

“Just chill out, I wanna ask them something.”

“They were going to rape you, Illayana, while I sat there watching it happen, knowing there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it. You’re not…going…near them.”

I sighed. “Fine, I can ask it from here, then.”

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