All Chapters of Kiss Me, Bravta King: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

ZakhI hated that I'd let my doubts get the better of me this morning. As she trembled and cried softly in my lap, I vowed to never doubt her again. I'd suspected that she was a rare gift, a unique and unlikely gift that I wasn't sure I deserved. I had a hunch deep down inside that she was worthy of my trust, and I despised that it had taken me so long to get my head out of my ass and realize it.Malik drove us home, still without a word, and I carried Alisa up to our apartment. A quick glance showed me that the cleaners had done their jobs with excellence. Nothing looked out of place, and not a speck of blood remained in the halls or the apartment. Sometimes, waterproof backing and liners for carpet was all the world needed to be restored to normal with speed.I lowered her to her feet in the bathroom. As she sensed me getting ready to release her, she curled her fingers tighter in my shirt, not wanting to let me go."Where... How..." She swallowed, wincing at the motion. "What happe

Alisa"My wife," he said between grunts and breathing hard with his fast thrusts. "My lover," he added, lifting my leg to hold it up so he could pound into me with more force."Yes!" I panted, needing that sweet release he pushed me toward."And my partner." He paired that final demand, that ultimate declaration, with a deeper spear piercing so deep inside me. I clenched around him, crying out with the force and intensity of the climax he'd summoned. I milked him as he thrust once, twice, and three more times until he jerked and twitched, spilling his hot cum deep into me.He collapsed over me, pinning me to the bed with his weight. By the time I wrapped my legs around his waist and hugged my arms around his back, he'd slipped and shifted us onto our sides. It still wasn't enough.He slumped onto his back, his broad chest heaving with the exertion of catching his breath. Still holding me, he tugged me over so I lay at his side, my leg draped over his, my arm on his stomach.His dick s

AlisaTwo months later..."All I'm saying is that it would make more sense if we handled the wallpaper first, then ordered new furniture." I set my hands on my hips and raised my brows at my brothers-in-law.Of all the things that I needed to adjust to, remembering that I had a family was the biggest change. Brothers, soldiers who acted like brothers, loyal men who served Zakh like he'd belonged as their Pakhan all this time. I had a support team. I no longer had my father. I'd cut him out of my mind and heart since I moved into the Antonov mansion with my husband. I would never cease to wonder at the inclusivity of these men, and slowly but surely, introducing more women to this family would be a blessing.I tilted my head to the side, considering Desmier and Maxim. Which of you should be the first to work on that, hmm?Anatoli entered the room, carrying more boxes. He furrowed his brows at the way I studied his brothers. "Why's she looking at you like that?"Oh, never mind me. Just

Lara"So, you'll meet me at the bar after you're done here?" Missy asked as she lingered at the check-out counter at the vet clinic we both worked at.I sighed, wishing I hadn't agreed to go out with her for an impromptu girls' night out. I couldn't have told her no, though. My friend had so much to celebrate. A new promotion from vet tech to assistant supervisor meant she didn't have to do as much hands-on work or deal with customers as much as I did any longer. And her boyfriend of five years proposed to her just last night. No wonder she was all smiles and excited to have a good time with me."Yeah. Maybe in an hour or so?" I guessed.Missy wasn't only my coworker. She was my best friend. We hit it off quickly when we both started working here a few years ago. She'd already graduated from her vet tech program, but I had been working my way through the last of the courses.Not that they've helped so far. Every day here felt long, like a grueling challenge to suffer with all the unha

AnatoliIt's her.I had never believed in luck or stupid shit like that. Life wasn't a game of fate. It was just reality. Often cold and dark, in my case.Spotting those familiar long blonde locks, I was treated to a moment of hope and brightness.I struggled with disbelief, stunned in place and not trusting my eyes when I did a double-take at Harrow's. Of all the fucking places in the city, in the world, I'd run into her here?Keeping to the darkness, I relied on stealth to stare at her. It was her, and I fell deep into the pit of infatuation and amazement as I watched her. Her friend noticed my attention first. She didn't assume I was checking her out. Very quickly, she realized I was focused on her shorter friend.I didn't approach her, content for now to simply watch and stare. Nothing would have stopped me from approaching her. She wasn't with anyone but that taller Black woman, a friend, it seemed. No obstacles would have prevented me from walking right up there and seeing her c