“Beg me to lick you, malysh.” There was no way in hell I’d beg him. But that was until his finger slid into my pussy, stretching me at a deliciously slow curl. “Please.” I whimpered, trembling. “Say it like you mean it, baby.” “Lick me, please,” I panted. It was hard not to with the way his finger was curling inside me, hitting my g-spot repeatedly. °•°•°• Do you crave men who dominate every room they walk into? Men who won’t hesitate to destroy anyone who dares threaten what’s theirs? Men as lethal as they are possessive, yet drop to their knees for the one woman who sets their cold hearts on fire? Meet the Kings of the Bratva—ruthless, dangerous, and utterly unstoppable. From brutal assassins to stolen brides, these stories will drag you into a world of forbidden love, raw passion, and unrelenting danger. Arranged marriages, deadly betrayals, and second chances that will shatter your soul—these men live by their own rules, and their women? They’re the ones bold enough to break them. Love isn’t soft here—it’s a war, a fire that consumes everything in its path. These men will fight, kill, and burn for the ones they claim. The Kings of the Bratva don’t just promise passion—they deliver obsession. Are you ready to meet them?
View MoreAria That struck me harder than seeing all those bags on the floor.Immediately, guilt swam in my chest. I didn’t want to let that money go to waste, but it felt strange to accept. My financial struggles and difficult relationship with money made me consider how devastating it would be to let all those things go to waste due to my pride.I didn’t come from much and fighting every day to have enough in my account to cover everything had always been my reality.The thought of the laptop being tossed because of my inability to accept the gift made my stomach turn.Finally wrangling my mind into giving in, I sighed and hooked a finger around the handles. “It’s really too much, you know. Especially the laptop.”Roman chuckled to himself and leaned against the counter behind him, long legs crossed. He looked even more intoxicating than the day prior.“You seem keen on writing. Focus on that for now while I fix the mistake I made. And I won’t hear any complaints about it.”The sincerity in
AriaSunlight warmed the bedsheets while I lay there, staring up at the ceiling.I slept better than expected, and I quickly chalked that up to the bed being far more luxurious than anything I had experienced before. The guest bedroom was leagues better than any of the rooms I had in the past, and I couldn’t help but linger beneath those silk sheets.Plus, I was delaying the inevitable. Part of me didn’t want to get up and face my accidental captor. I didn’t know what to do or what to say.Thank you for the comfortable bed? And for choosing not to kill me?The thought of eating breakfast near him was unbearable, even if he was easy on the eyes.All of it made my skin crawl, and staying in bed was enough of a bandage to keep me there.Once my bladder was too full to ignore, I eventually hauled myself out of bed and made my way to the ensuite. It was ridiculously nice as well and was certainly the most extravagant place I had ever done my business in.Wiping the sleep from my eyes as I
Roman Our brother tipped his head in acknowledgment. I wouldn’t be surprised if he already had that information in the works.“Very well,” Nikolai said, downing the rest of his whiskey. The weary look dissipated from his eyes. “If you feel that is the best way to handle it, then I trust you know what you’re doing. But remember these words. Don’t make matters worse for yourself.”My brows furrowed, not understanding what he meant by it.“Keep to yourself. She might be your unexpected guest for a little while, but don’t let yourself get attached. Letting her become something to be used against you would be your undoing.”A crack of something hot moved through my chest as I took offense at his warning. I wasn’t one to get attached. The prospect of relationships and feelings was a natural deterrent for me, and I had no desire to find myself in such a position. My brothers knew that. Surely he was mistaken.Pushing through that slight irritation, as it felt like Nikolai had no faith in m
RomanThe sound of Nikolai’s booming voice reverberated off the walls, confined to the meeting room in one of our clubs. No matter how much I hated being under fire, forced to take each word without complaint, I couldn’t weasel out of it. The mistake was mine, along with the punishment.I put all of us in jeopardy, and I had to be the one to fix it.Fortunately, being a Lantsov meant having thick skin. It was the only thing that minimized the sting of his shouting.My brothers sat awkwardly in their seats with eyes averted while I was personally handed my scolding.At the very least, they didn’t have the minds to chime in and make matters worse. Nobody wanted to face Nikolai’s scorn. We all knew better.He was the one who guided our family. He was the head who kept us safe to the best of his ability. He fought tooth and nail to turn us into something, and he was the one who pushed us all to be great.Even if I could’ve gone without the screaming and the red hue his skin turned while h
AriaHis heavy tone grated down my spine, and I nodded. I understood. I didn’t want to die, and I certainly didn’t want to because of not following his rules.I could be careless and dysfunctional at times, but not enough to question his sincerity.He didn’t strike me as someone who said things without meaning them.Shifting uncomfortably under his gaze, I tried to remind myself of the severity of the situation I found myself in. For whatever reason, I couldn’t find it within me to be as terrified as I should be for becoming a prisoner in a stranger’s home. Perhaps I was too desensitized. Perhaps I was too trusting.But he could’ve done as his brother initially suggested. He could’ve gotten rid of me. He could’ve killed me. Instead, he vouched for me and chose to keep me in his home.That was a risk he was taking as well, it seemed.“My men will grab your things and you can take the guest bedroom.” Roman turned his back to me and vaguely gestured in the direction he faced. “Follow me.
AriaRoman—that was his name. The one leading the operation that apparently didn't go according to plan.We were alone, left to sit in silence within the ridiculously nice house. My wrists were still bound, yet the chair was more comfortable than I had expected. It seemed Roman had good taste.There was no escaping the intensity of his eyes. I felt under pressure beneath his gaze, fully aware I was left with the heavily muscled man before me. His voice was laced with a faint Russian accent—the very thing I found irresistible.He was a walking wet dream and the exact type of guy I had been writing about. From his strong jaw to those stormy eyes and his somewhat longer black curls, he was…gorgeous.I would give anything for a night with someone like him, but with Roman standing in front of me in all his domineering glory, that didn't feel like an option at all.My spine stiffened the moment those fantastical thoughts dissolved and I came back down to reality. Fear sent a shiver down my
RomanI’d messed up beyond anything I could've imagined.The task was so simple. Hit the pizzeria, get the girl, and question her. I couldn't even make it past step two.I could already hear Nikolai in my mind, screaming at me for fumbling something that simple.My only defense was how similar they looked. The pictures we had of the real Teresa made her hair look short and dark like the girl in front of us, but upon further inspection, it seemed the photos were so poor that it was a missed detail. Her hair wasn't short at all. They looked enough alike to use it as an excuse, but I knew my brother wouldn't be quiet long enough to hear it.It was my head on the chopping block next. Valentin's days of scrutiny were behind him, yet it seemed mine were only just beginning."We have to get rid of her," Dimitri said, only sparing the girl a glance.I looked at her from the short distance between us, not afraid to truly look at her. She was captivating even with her wrists bound and fear visi
AriaThe heat lingered in my cheeks, burning at the fact that the intimidating men in front of me had rifled through my things and read my notes. Hearing him mention any of it made me wish a hole would open up beneath me and swallow me whole.But while it was mortifying, I was more lost than anything else.The two huge men exchanged a look through the deafening silence, and a grave expression consumed the one questioning me. The quiet one swallowed hard."You're not Teresa Esposito?" the one asked, brows stitched together.Teresa. They thought I was Teresa.I shook my head, eager to get it all behind me. "No, I'm Aria Carlisle. I just graduated from university, and I work two jobs: at a cafe and the pizza place...""...you're telling me you don't know anything about the Espositos? You have no other association with them?" he asked, pressing further into his questions with disbelief."No, I just work for them," I reiterated, hoping they wouldn't think I was lying.He said Teresa's fat
Roman Pinching the bridge of my nose, I felt irritation prick at the surface of my skin. She was playing dumb. She had to be.One couldn't be the child of a mob boss and not know a thing about it. She was withholding, and that needed to change."I have a hard time believing you are this ignorant of your family's scheming. The meetings we conduct are kept between us, and there is no chance your father could find out about it without there being a rat in the middle. You are going to tell me who that is."Teresa glanced between the two of us nervously, still with a look of constant confusion. "I don't know anything, I swear."Tilting my head at her, I narrowed my eyes. "You're lying.""I'm not!" she said, raising her voice slightly. It was the most emotion I had seen from her. "I don't have a clue what you're talking about.""I think I've made myself abundantly clear, but if you need a reminder, then so be it."Motioning toward the bag we grabbed on the way out of the pizza place, I sil
He’s the ruthless king of the New York Bratva. She’s a lethal assassin sent to end him.He rules with blood-stained hands and an unforgiving heart.She’s fueled by vengeance, trained to strike without mercy.He’s untouchable.She’s the chaos he never saw coming.He’s her target.She’s his obsession.Their worlds collide in a storm of blood, betrayal, and forbidden desire.When enemies become lovers, the line between passion and destruction blurs.Will their fire consume them—or will they burn the world down together?***Chapter 1: Busted [Enora] “You’ll be dead in two minutes.” The man, whose time of death I’d just pronounced, pulled his face from a stripper’s cleavage and looked at me with eyes full of disgust, as the disco lights flashed green, red, and blue on him. “Who the fuck are you?” he asked, his Russian accent thick. “Me?” I smiled, because I thought it was only fair for a soon-to-be corpse to be surrounded by cheerful faces. “Enora, but some call me Portator...
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