Kings Of The Bratva
“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.
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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?
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Chapter: Epilogue - MariaThe hot sun beat down on the beach below and made the water twinkle beneath its rays.Sprawled out on a comfortable chair with a book in my hand, I felt my skin soak up that warmth. It was a beautiful day, and I was more than happy to cook in that sunshine, listening to the waves crashing and reading at my leisure.The beach was a private one that Dimitri had scoped for us and wasted no time gaining ownership of it the moment I said I thought it was beautiful.Dimitri was in the water cooling down since he couldn’t handle being in the sun as long as I could. He swam out as far as he wanted before slowly coming back in.The tanned skin looked ethereal beneath the sun, and I wondered how I got so lucky. How did I manage to be married to someone so reminiscent of a god?When the book lost my attention to the beautiful man wading through the water, I couldn’t help but watch him from over my sunglasses.Eventually, he stepped out and walked across the sand, dripping with water. His
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Chapter: 46. Safe At Last - DimitriMaria’s face was void of emotion as the night came to a close, and the rest had been taken care of by my brothers and some of our men.The two of us walked almost aimlessly to the car, not saying a word. The silence was only broken by the scuff of our boots on the gravel. Aside from the streetlights that lit up our path, everything else was dark around us.The sound of the ocean brushing up against the dock moved with us and paired with the dissolving adrenaline inside me, I had half the mind to lay down right then and there and fall asleep.There was so much I wanted to say—so many things I felt had gone ignored and unspoken. But I didn’t know where to begin. I didn’t know how.My nerves had been strung out for hours by that point, and the exhaustion made me drag my feet.But knowing Maria was unharmed and safe made it all worth it. The constant wash of relief reminded me again and again that I had so much to be grateful for.She is alright. We are alright.The words circl
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Chapter: 45. Punishment Without Death Maria Despite my legs feeling numb, I peeled away from my place and hurried toward them. I couldn’t let her die too. I just couldn’t.“Drop your weapons!” Yaro shouted at the Ricci men, who were all cornered and at a loss. “Surrender and you won’t be killed.”Surrounded and outnumbered, they had no choice but to give in. Dying for a dead man was no longer worth it.Dimitri held his gun firmly on Nera, arm flexing as he contemplated ending it once and for all. But I was there in an instant, riddled with panic.“You can’t kill her,” I blurted, feeling as my eyes burned. “Dimitri, you can’t do this.”Not taking his gaze off her, should she do anything, he clenched his jaw. “She knocked you out, Maria. She worked with her father to kidnap you.”Another rush of burning fear coursed through me and sat heavily in my stomach. “I know, but we’re friends. We have been since we were kids. I would be crushed if she were to die too, even after what happened here.”Dimitri only glanced at me then,
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Chapter: 44. Shot On The Dock- MariaMy eyes burned as I cried, trying to fight through the waves of emotion that pulsed through me.But seeing Dimitri with a gun turned on him, and many of ours on Nera—including Vik’s and Yaro’s—I couldn’t take it. The thought of losing either of them made me forget all about Aldo’s barrel pressed against my head.“Enough of this,” Nikolai said as he emerged from the crowd of Lanstov men with his gun poised on Nera. He eyed her, making sure she didn’t shoot without getting the chance to retaliate. “Nobody needs to die here.”Nera tsked at him. “You’re going to threaten me when your family’s newest pet made it clear she didn’t want me dead?”Nikolai’s anger flared. “If I’m not mistaken, your father is the reason we’re even here.”“How observant of you.”“Now is not the time,” Aldo hissed at his daughter, tightening his grip on me. “I have made my demands and now I need your confirmation. If not, we won’t mind taking it by force.”“Like hell,” Dimitri growled, eyes shifting betwee
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Chapter: 43. Threats And Guns Dimitri Cutting the engine, Roman and I grabbed our gear and headed straight for Nikolai and Valentin. Yaro and Vik were standing not far away and had all the men organized for me.“We’ve located them, and everyone is in place. The drop-off hasn’t happened yet either,” Nikolai said, putting a supportive hand on my shoulder. “Give the word and we move in. Their numbers are bigger than we expected, but we have them surrounded.”With urgency flowing through my veins, I tipped my chin in Yaro’s direction.“Send them out. I’m not wasting another minute.”Everyone seemed to feel my resolve, and our forces were a wall of movement, leaving the shadows and bombarding the dock. Yaro was leading them with his rifle raised, using the training he had been taught.While Vik looked apprehensive about what was going down, he followed his older brother dutifully, armed and ready just like the others.The sound of guns cocking filled the space in one big wave, and warning shouts came from the Ricci m
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Chapter: 42. The Rescue Plan - DimitriNight had fallen over the park by the time I recalled having put a tracker on Maria’s phone. The streetlights were on to illuminate the main path that ran through the green space, reminding me that time was ticking. I could only hope we’d find her before they turned back off.Staring at my phone screen, I waited for the tracker to load, but the moment it showed up on top of our location, I deflated.The phone had been left there after Nera and her men nabbed her. They didn’t want to give away any leads.Huffing, I popped the door open while Roman spoke with Nikolai over the phone going over the details, and started across the grass, now torn up by tire tracks. It had been beautifully manicured once.Reaching the bench Maria had sat on before she was taken, I found her phone sitting perfectly on the weathered wood.I grabbed it and sighed.We hadn’t left the park yet, even if we should’ve. Our men were on the roads tracking them down, but we stayed behind to try and figure s
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The Wrong Mate, The Right Alpha
They say fated mates are sacred, practically unbreakable. But Aiden wasn’t mine, and I wasn’t his. That didn’t stop me from loving him like he was the last man left in this cursed world.
He swore he didn’t need a bond to love me.
Said it was pure. Said he’d love me unconditionally.
Said he’d choose me—always.
But now he’s in our bed, moaning another woman’s name like a prayer. Wearing a forbidden pendant laced in black magic—magic strong enough to block the mate bond so I wouldn’t feel the betrayal.
Too late, Aiden. I felt it. Like a dagger slicing straight through my soul.
And just as I hit rock bottom, he shows up.
A young, enigmatic Alpha—feared, powerful, far too young for me.
Alpha Damon.
He’s asking questions about illegal mate bond magic. Magic my husband used to cheat without consequences.
Magic that ties back to a dark conspiracy. Turns out, my perfect little marriage is just the rotten tip of a magic-smuggling empire.
Damon wants my help.
Needs me close.
Says I’m the only one who knows enough to crack this wide open.
But every time he says my name, something in me stirs, something I swore was long dead.
I shouldn’t want him. I couldn't him.
He’s too young.
Too dangerous.
Too…everything.
But goddess help me—he’s the first man who’s ever looked at me like I wasn’t something broken.
Like I wasn’t disposable.
Like I was worth fighting for.
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Chapter: Chapter 164 — When the Strongest Break Mara I do not remember walking to our bedroom. I do not remember the journey from the sitting room. I do not remember Damon guiding me through the hallways or up the stairs. I do not remember how we arrived at this place except that we are here and the door is closed. I do not remember Damon closing the door either though I know he must have. All I remember is the silence. The suffocating pressurized silence that follows too much truth at once. The kind of silence that comes when your entire understanding of yourself and your world has been fundamentally altered. Mother. White wolf. Experimentation. Talia. Sister. The word keeps slicing through me. My legs go up as soon as the door closes. Before I hit the floor Damon grabs me. He does not talk. He does not offer explanations or perspective or the kind of comfort that requires words. He just pulls me into him with his arms solid and steady and present. And that is when I break. Not the quiet tears I have mastered over
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Chapter: Chapter 162 — The Woman with White Hair Mara Morning comes gently. Too gently. Warm ribbons of light stream across the bed like a promise as they flood through the drapes. The morning is kind in a way that feels unearned after yesterday. I forget about councils and accusations and politics for a little moment. I forget about everything except the warmth beside me and the stillness of early morning. Then Damon groans. Reality returns. He shifts beside me pressing a hand to his forehead like his head might fall off if he does not hold it together. His expression contorts slightly. "Never again," he mutters with the absolute certainty of someone who genuinely believes they will maintain this promise. I smile faintly and slip out of bed moving quietly so as not to jar him further. "You say that every time," I observe. "This time I mean it," he protests weakly. "You will not," I reply calmly already pouring him water from the pitcher on the bedside table. The water is cool and fresh and exactly what his body needs.
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Chapter: Chapter 161 — Shelter Mara They half carry him in. Zeta on one side supporting him with the kind of patience that comes from years of loyalty. Ryan on the other side making sure his steps remain somewhat coordinated despite the alcohol that has clearly been consumed extensively. Damon shrugs them off the moment he sees me. "I can walk," he mutters though his steps are not entirely steady. Though he is clearly not as fine as he is trying to appear. The scent of alcohol reaches me before he does. Sharp. Heavy. Layered over something darker underneath. Humiliation. Anger. Wounded pride. Defeat. All of it mixed together in a way that speaks to how much the day has cost him. "Thank you," I tell his Betas softly. My voice carries gratitude but also dismissal. Also understanding that what he needs now is not their presence but mine. Ryan studies my face carefully searching for blame. Searching for resentment. Searching for any indication that I am angry at what has happened. He will not find it there
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Chapter: Chapter 160 — The Ache Beneath the Bond Mara Until the automobile disappears around the corner I wave. Up until the morning air wisps with the curl of dust that is all that remains of his departure I stand at the gates and watch him go. I stand there long past the point where seeing him would do any good. And still— Something does not sit right. It is not dramatic. Not sharp. Not the kind of pain that cuts and demands attention. Not something that announces itself with violence. Just… tight. I felt as though invisible fingers were pressing against my ribs in the middle of my chest. As though something inside me recognizes that things are about to shift. That the day ahead will break something and cannot be undone. I frown and put my palm there against my chest trying to understand what my body is telling me. Anxiety I tell myself immediately. Of course I am anxious. Of course my instincts are screaming. Damon is walking into a chamber full of men who want him humbled. Men who smile while sharpening knives. Men wh
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Chapter: Chapter 159 — No Deals with Devils Damon The doors slam open so hard the hinges groan in protest. I do not remember pushing them. I do not recall making the decision to leave the chamber or crossing the space between my father's court and the exit. I just remember the movement and the need to be anywhere except in that room. I just remember heat. Heat in my chest burning like something is trying to consume me from inside. Heat in my skull making my thoughts fractured and sharp. Heat crawling under my skin like my wolf is trying to tear its way out and rip something apart. Like the animal inside me recognizes the humiliation and wants to respond with violence. Behind me I hear Zeta's boots. Ryan's quieter stride. Neither of them speaks. Neither of them tries to offer comfort or explanation or false reassurance. Good. If anyone says the wrong thing right now I might break more than furniture. I might break more than stone. I might break more than the careful facade I have been maintaining. The courtyard air hi
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Chapter: Chapter 157 — The Night That Would Not Bend Damon The packhouse feels different when I return. Not hostile. Not cold in the way that comes from rejection or disdain. Just… watchful. The walls themselves appear to be holding their breath unsure if I will still be a part of them when the sun rises. Unsure if I will still be their Alpha or if I will become something else. Something diminished. The doors behind me close with a gentle thud. I am not as relaxed by the familiar scent of woodsmoke wolf and house stone as I usually am. The smells that have always meant home and safety now feel like they are asking questions. Asking if I can still protect them. My power hums restlessly under my skin agitated scraping against restraint. It wants to do something. It wants to move. It wants to act but there is nothing to fight. Nothing physical that can be solved with strength. Mara is already there. She is pacing the main sitting room with bare feet silent against the floor with hair loose around her shoulders like she has been wa
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