บททั้งหมดของ Bound To The Medvedi : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

LeniThe office had slowly become my refuge and a sweet distraction. A place where i wasn’t tormented by the silence at home or the unnerving secrets. Here, everything was normal. I needed the workload, t he conversations from my colleagues and the fresh cup of coffee.I went through the case file on my desk, it was easy. My client was asking for custody of her child and a divorce from her abusive husband but somehow, I stared blankly at the paper in my hand. My mind wandering back to the man who came over yesterday.Dusan had shut the conversation down before i was able to ask any vital questions. His reaction to the man’s arrival made me wary, he’d quickly shielded me from the man, gripping my wrist tightly and hiding me from his eyes. I’d never seen Dusan so scared and if someone made my husband shake in his boots that way I deserved to know who.But he only told me what he wanted me to know, and I let him. And I take the blame, maybe I’m still scared of involving myself completel

SEXUAL CONTENT.This chapter contains detailed sexual acts and can be skipped if it doesn't sit well with you. Dusan Leni didn’t understand the gravity of what she was pleading for.Standing in front of me, her lips swollen from our kiss and her face fully red. She looked even more beautiful with her hungry eyes. My wife wanted me just as much as I did."You don’t know what you’re asking for," I murmured, brushing a finger along her jaw. Her lips parted. "Then show me, please teach me to please you." My cock twitched and slightly hardened at the thought of Leni pleasing me. I watched her, the way she bit her lower lip, waiting for my order. I leaned in, letting my breath warm her skin. "Strip." A shudder went through her, but she didn’t hesitate. “Slowly.”She hesitated, her hands slowly went to the straps of her dress, sliding them down her shoulders. The fabric pooled around her ankles, she stood there, and nothing had ever looked so better in my life.No lingerie. Thi

DusanThe morning was quiet, but my mind wasn’t. Things were finally looking up with Leni but I couldn't get over something, Boris and his fucking test. Irina was everything I didn't need, she didn't see humans she saw money and gold. She was just like Boris and it fucking scared me, not for me but for my sweet Leni.I sat in my office, fingers drumming against the desk as I listened to Viktor go over the latest reports. "The breach has been handled," he said, standing near the window. "The attempt was sloppy. And it leads back to one of Moretti’s men." Moretti. Leni’s father had been silent since our marriage, I expected it. He never really gave a fuck about my princess. Sidelined her, erased her from the earth, kidnapped her just to frighten her into getting married to me and now he's back. And I do not want to know what for."Has he reached out?" I asked. Viktor shook his head. "No, but this was intentional. He wants us to know he’s watching." Of course, he did. "Keep

LeniThe winter air kissed my cheeks as I stepped out of the car, my boots hitting against the new layer of snow blanketing the tarred streets. Dusan had decided that for our wedding there was absolutely no need to leave the country when St. Petersburg had everything we needed.His arm wrapped around my waist as he guided me around.“Where are we going?” I asked, glancing up at him. His lips twitched, that infuriating smirk appearing. “You’ll see.” I huffed, but I didn’t push. It was strange how easily I let him lead me now. A month ago, I would have questioned every decision, every motive. But now? Now, I just adjusted my gloves and followed. And I loved him being in control, him caring for mezThe small café was nearly hidden between larger, grander buildings, the kind of place you’d miss if you weren’t looking for it. Snow clung to the ledges of the windows, melting against the warmth inside. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries filled the air as we stepped

Dusan Leni had fallen asleep on the couch, curled into my side, her breath warm against my neck. The book she’d been holding had slipped from her fingers, resting against her thigh. I should have moved her, carried her back to bed, but I didn’t. I just sat there, holding her. The fire cast a soft glow over her face, highlighting the faint flush on her cheeks. She looked peaceful, like the past few days of discomfort had finally loosened their grip on her. I brushed a strand of hair away from her face, my fingers lingering against her skin. She made a small grunt in her sleep, pressing closer. A part of me wanted to wake her, to hear her voice, to tease her about how easily she melted against me now. But I didn’t. Instead, I let her rest. The next morning, I woke up before her. I eased out of bed without waking her and made my way to the kitchen. The snow outside had settled, turning the landscape into something untouched, quiet. Leni stirred as I placed a fresh cup