Page 39 of Obsessed Bratva King

When Ivan returns, his expression is unreadable. “You’re free to go.”

I gape at him. A slow, creeping rage unfurls in my chest.

Just a few words, and my boss folded like a house of cards.

My entire world shifts, crumbles, bends under Ivan’s will.

Like he’s mine to obey. Like I belong to him already.

Heat flares in my veins, a dangerous mix of anger and something far worse.

I want him.

Even now, even while I burn with fury, even while I hate the way he controls everything around me, all I can think about ishis body pressing me against the counter, his hands gripping my hips, his mouth on mine.

I breathe in, slow and shaky. “Where are we going?”

His gaze darkens. “I told you. Your place. You need to pack.”

“Why?”

He stares straight at me. “When you plugged that flash drive into your laptop, it sent your location to Darren. He needs the flash drive back and he’ll kill to get it.”

“What’s on it?”

“No idea but we’ll soon find out.”

I catch myself. “Hang on. How did you know I found it?”

“Cameras in your place.” He says it calmly, like I should have expected nothing less.

“You put cameras in my apartment?”

He nods.

“You had no right, you son of a bitch.”

He shakes his head. “We can argue later. You need to pack, quickly, and then we’re going to get married.”

The words hit like a shockwave, stealing the breath from my lungs. “Sorry, what?”

I stare at him, my mind reeling, my body betraying me in the worst way.

He looks like it’s already done. “We’re getting married.”

Heat coils deep, my legs unsteady, my core aching with something raw and unyielding.

“You want to marry me?”

“Want doesn’t come into it. It’s about need.”

“And what do you need?”

“I need you alive with my ring on your finger.”

“That’s insane. You’re insane. Get the hell out of here.”

He grabs my hand, dragging me toward the door. “It’s happening,” he growls as I try and fail to break free. “We’re getting married. Now stop fighting me or I’ll carry you out of here over my fucking shoulder.”

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