Ruthless Yuri Novels & Stories

My eyes had hurt for hours and I had almost gone blind. Yulia, despite the fact that we were Mated, was still a mystery. Seeing these men through Yulia’s eyes filled me with so much rage. The fact that she was even close to them made me want to throw up. I hated the way The rapist was looking at Yulia. I knew the imaginations going through his mind as he undressed my Mate with his fucking eyes. He was going to lose them tonight. I vowed. I saw a subtle shift in their demeanour as soon as Yulia said her full name. They knew that she was the one but they wanted to confirm her name first.

Choking the woman was a natural response, much like the actions he often took against Svanna. Yohana looked overwhelmed. She occasionally struck Nightroe’s arm hard, but it was all in vain. Nightroe’s fingers only tightened his grip. It could have fatal consequences. “Anna is still my wife, and I don’t want to hear you insult her.” That was Nightroe’s statement. It was followed by Yohana coughing—coughing as air struggled to force its way into her chest. She wouldn’t give up. Yohana stared at the man with a defiant expression.

“If the Child of God refuses to walk the path that Kami had placed out for her, then Kami will have no other choice but to erase that very mistake!” Yuri glared. This man…has a very serious God complex. “You…are no God,” said Yuri slowly. “And even if you are, you are no God of mine!” She narrowed her eyes. “En garde!” Ryuou was the first one to make his move as he swung down his sword which Yuri barely managed to dodge, losing a few strands of hair as she did so. Yuri then crouched down to the ground before swinging her left leg about in a roundabout kick, effectively tripping Ryuou up. And before the self-proclaimed God could recover, Yuri followed her attack up by swinging her right hand

The sharp pain mixed with pleasure made me ride him even faster. “Fuck… yes.. Keep going,” he cursed out, breathing hard. His voice sounded broken and desperate. I kept pounding him without mercy. My pussy clenched tight around his cock. Wet juices ran down his balls and soaked the sheets. I ground my swollen clit against him with every downward slam. “Take it,” I whispered, leaning forward. My hair fell over his face. Adrian’s breathing turned ragged and loud. His body started jerking underneath me. His hands squeezed my ass hard, spreading my cheeks.

he said before pulling the phone away from his ear, his eyes going flat again. He tossed the phone onto the table. It has to be Bethel Malenkov. Poor woman. I bet she knew. That’s the kind of life handed to you when your father ties your future to a wounded, despicable animal. Yuri had no mercy on the tight ass he was drilling. He growled like a fucking animal, spewing words in Russian as he spanked her so hard on her bare ass that one couldn't tell if she was screaming because of the sex or of being hurt.

Yuri’s hazel eyes, cold and calculating, darted to the guard closest to him, a burly thug named Marco, pants around his ankles, fucking Alexei’s mouth while high on meth. Marco’s belt, complete with a sheathed combat knife, lay discarded on the concrete floor, just out of reach. Yuri’s lips twitched into a smirk. Amateurs. “Hey, big guy,” Yuri rasped, his voice low and taunting, laced with the Russian accent he’d never shed. “You gonna cum again, or you just jerking off for show?” Marco snarled, distracted, thrusting harder into Alexei’s throat. Yuri seized the moment, his chained hands straining against the bolts.

It had been as easy as taking candy from a child, or something similar, he thought to himself, rubbing his big hands together gleefully. The Russian, Yuri Kosev, had still been smarting from being denied the girl he had imagined would become his wife; Karina Kosev was a virgin offering he had been cheated off and he was hopping mad. The grouse he held against his powerful uncle, had been a way to get into the Bratva faction headed by Yuri. So when Dusak sent him feelers, it had not been difficult to get the big, sadistic Yuri on his side.

Amused, like a snake watching a mouse dance too close. “Who the hell is that?” I whispered. Yuri wiped blood from his lip, ego cracked worse than his dignity. “I think… that’s Misha Petrov.” No. Fucking. Way. I’d heard the stories. The Bratva’s reaper. The man who made people disappear like smoke. The man who was supposed to marry my sister. He didn’t move. Didn’t call his soldiers back. Didn’t lift a hand. He just watched me. Like a puzzle he wasn’t sure he wanted to solve.

Yuri even used his magic to heal her fists, seeing the act made me grit my teeth so hard my jaws almost cracked. Just as he was about to leave, she stopped him and stretched for a kiss. He kissed her hard with so much passion and desire that my fingers turned the claws just watching them. My eyes glowed as red as the color of my hair as the rage in me got unbearable. Her hands moved and grabbed Yuri’s crotch and he groaned hard in response. Their dance of passion was getting heated when Yuri stopped her suddenly and said some hushed words to her and she nodded. He placed a kiss on her forehead before leaving the room. I cloaked my presence from him as he walked past me.

NIKOLAI Roman and Andrei, both over six foot five, retired Special Forces soldiers, and the most loyal and reliable of my security team, are already waiting outside the entrance of Zigurat. You’re thinking because I’m a Russian billionaire, it’s fancy and probably built in a pseudo pyramid style, aren’t you? Nah.