Page 70 of Scarred Bratva King

The gunshot echoes off the brick walls, sharp and deafening. Marco’s body jerks as the bullet finds its mark.

She stares down at his corpse, the gun still raised, her breathing heavy. The tension in her shoulders doesn’t ease.

I step toward her, my boots crunching against the gravel, and gently place a hand over hers.

“It’s over,” I say softly, easing the gun from her grip. Her fingers resist for a moment before finally letting go.

Her face crumples, and the tears come in a rush. I pull her into my arms, holding her tightly as her body shakes against mine.

“You’re safe now,” I murmur, my lips brushing against her hair. “No one can ever hurt you again.”

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MAXIM

The next day…

My body moves effortlessly, slicing through the water with practiced ease. Never any pain in my hip while I’m in the water.

I should tell her the truth. Marco almost got her because I used her as bait. I used her to get what I wanted.

Veronica lounges on the edge, her legs dangling in the pool, her crimson bikini clinging to her in all the right places.

She’s watching me with those piercing eyes of hers, the ones that always seem to see right through me.

“You look happy” she asks as I swim toward her.

I swim closer, stopping just inches from her. Water drips down my face as I lean on the edge of the pool, my arms framing her. “And you look like a little fish waiting to be eaten,” I reply, my voice rough. “But we both know better, don’t we? Killer, that’s you.”

Her eyes drop to my lips, then flicker lower, where the water hides nothing. I can feel her gaze like a physical touch, and it stirs something primal in me.

I push myself out of the pool, water cascading off my body as I stand before her. Her eyes widen for a moment, taking in the sight of me—fully naked, fully aroused. She bites her lower lip, a small, deliberate action she knows drives me wild.

“Like the view?” I ask, stepping closer. My cock stands rigid between us, demanding attention. She leans back slightly, feigning innocence.

“I’ve seen better,” she murmurs, her hand reaching out to brush against my thigh. Her touch is feather-light, but it sends a jolt straight to my core.

She looks up at me through her lashes, her lips curling into a wicked smile. “But maybe you should make yourself useful while you’re standing there.”

I chuckle darkly, grabbing her wrist and pulling her to her feet. She stumbles slightly, pressing against me, her body warm and damp from the poolside heat.

“Useful, huh?” I whisper into her ear, my breath hot against her skin. “What did you have in mind?”

Her hands slide up my chest, nails lightly scratching as she goes. “Oh, I think you know,” she purrs, her voice dripping with promise.

Her fingers find their way to my shoulders, and she pushes me backward until I’m sitting on the edge of a lounger. She kneels between my legs, her eyes never leaving mine as she lowers her mouth to my cock.

The first touch of her lips is electric, sending a shockwave through my body. She starts slow, savoring every inch of me, her tongue tracing patterns that make my spine tingle.

“God, Maxim,” she breathes between strokes, “you taste so good.” Her words are muffled, but they send a fresh surge of desire spiraling through me.

Her hands grip my thighs, her nails digging in just enough to remind me who’s in control—for now. She takes me deeper, her throat relaxing as she swallows me whole.

I groan, my head falling back as pleasure surges through me. “Fuck, Veronica,” I mutter, tangling my fingers in her hair. “You’re incredible.”

She pulls back slightly, her tongue swirling around the tip. “Say it again,” she demands, her voice husky. “Tell me how much you want me.”

“I want you,” I growl, my grip tightening. “More than anything. I want you, Veronica. I need my wife, my queen.”

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