The Bratva's Bride (Wicked Doms 2)
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“Alright, then. We bring Maksym to rest with Kaz and Sadie.” I grimace with what I’m about to agree to next. “We… visit. Like fucking tourists.”
Her lips twitch. “Poor guy. No gun to tote? No one to command? How will you deal?”
I tug a lock of her hair. “Who says I’ll have no one to command?” I tease, but already, my cock tightens beneath her. Grinning, she squirms on purpose on my lap.
“If only you had someone you could take over you knee,” she says in a whisper. “Or tie up and torture.”
“Oh, but I do.”
She purrs like the little kitten she is, gently tracing the fresh ink on my arm, a little kitten curled up and content.
“You do,” she whispers. “I love you, Demyan.”
“And I love you.”
I will take her to America. It will be almost like our honeymoon. And then we return. We will not leave the Bratva. I cannot leave the men I’ve pledged to lead forever.
But I will do so with my wife by my side.
Forever.THE END