Page 46 of Ruin

Lying flat on his belly, my legs gripped tight in the juncture of his elbows. Nose nuzzling my painful, pulsing clit, he lashes the flat of his tongue up the length of me. Sucking my clit into his mouth, his sharp teeth taking hold of my flesh as he pulls as much of me into his mouth as he can.

His hands at the crease of my thighs, his fingers find my folds, yanking the delicate skin apart, his mouth covering the entire length of me. Tongue fucking into my tight entrance, twirling around inside of me before grazing his teeth up, sharp canines snagging, and biting down onto my clit.

A howl rips free of me as he holds me tight to his suctioning mouth. Back arching from the damp ground, head knocking into the concrete as I writhe in his arms, an explosion rocking through my body like overwhelming waves of pleasure and pain. Rattling my bones, skin burning where he holds me in a vice tight grip, stars exploding beneath my closed lids.

He laps at me lazily as my eyes flutter open, body melting into the floor. Blood on his top lip, the tip of his nose, his tongue licks over me, every piece of exposed skin is ravaged by his mouth, and he doesn’t take his eyes off of me.

I try to speak, so desperately wanting to say his name, but as though he knows what I want to do, he clambers his way up my body on his hands and knees. Hovering atop me, his face almost touching mine. I stare at the claw mark through his right eye, and feel my heart warm, knowing I put that there. Every time he looks in the mirror, he’ll think of me.

I hope it scars.

“Don’t try and speak,” he murmurs, lifting a hand to my face, a single finger brushing up the arch of my cheekbone, carefully, almost like he’s trying to soothe me. “Mine,” he says quieter, gaze on mine and it’s so intense I want to shut my eyes, but I don’t. “You’re mine, Baby Bird,” he hushes, claiming me, lowering his face so it’s flush with the side of mine, my eyes going to the ominous red bulb above us. “I’m going to keep you forever,” he whispers into my ear, gravelly and rough.

His lips brushing my skin with every pronounced, clear word, like a threat, a warning, a declaration.

“I’m never letting you go,” he says a little louder, more aggressively, his teeth nipping at the soft skin beneath my ear. “Never,” he hisses, savagely fisting my hair and arching my neck back.“Never,”he repeats, and it feels like the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me.

Chapter21

Kazimir

Being conscious of every fucking move he makes is driving me to the brink of insanity. I glare at the back of Charlie’s head where he leans casually against a steel post, watching my men check the drug shipment inside one of my warehouses. Trying really fucking hard to ignore how tight his leather trousers are, moulded to his sculpted arse.

I survey the men working, armed guards dressed in all black line the walls, others unpacking, counting and repacking the stock into different containers for transport. I breathe a sigh of relief that the exchange went without a hitch, after all of the fucking problems I’ve been having lately with this shit, I’m almost surprised this is going so well.

“Pakhan,” Viktor’s deep, stoic voice rumbles in my ear.

Turning my head over my shoulder to take in my oldest friend’s unimpressed expression. Tattoos covering his throat, up the sides of his jaw, symbols inked beneath his eye. Broad, lean frame dressed in a white button down shirt, hands thrust casually in his black slack pockets, tension keeping his posture straight. I jerk my chin, instructing him to speak. His ice-chip blue eyes glancing from Charlie and back to me.

“You think this is going to gain respect with those others,” he says with distaste, referring to the other mob leaders.

My eyes stray to Konstantin shoving another one of my men out of his way to check the product in the wooden crate. Grunting with distaste, spitting Russian at the man whose hands are held up in surrender. He rifles through the packed weight, bright white grin finally cutting his face in half. Konstantin’s huge hand claps the man on the back, a raucous chuckle leaving his chest as he lets the guy get back at it. I shake my head at the crazy bastard, his dark eyes finding mine, he pushes his blonde hair out of his eyes and moves onto his next victim.

“Are you listening to me?” Viktor hisses, and my eyes narrow in irritation.

“I am trying to be diplomatic,” I reply casually. “This seems reasonable.”

He huffs a disgusting laugh, stepping up beside me, “Only because it’s him.”

“Watch your mouth, Viktor,” I spit back, looking at him from the corner of my narrowed eye.

He shakes his head, licking over his teeth, “The men are talking,” he sighs bitterly.

I shrug, “Let them,” he shoots me a shocked glare, “then put a bullet between their eyes. I’m their fucking Pakhan, it’s treason.” Viktor shakes his head, his thick black curls slicked back, unmoving with the amount of gel used to cement them in place. “I want you to go to Bronya,” my voice strong, “I don’t trust anyone else with her.”

“Kaz-”

“I’m not finished,” I say lowly, flicking my gaze back onto him, still facing forward, I stare at him from the corner of my eye. “I want you to take Konstantin and Mikhail too.”

“Yebat’,”he spits under his breath.

“You’re my most loyal friends,brothers, and whoever is targeting me here is no friend to her either.” My gaze flits back onto Charlie, “He is right, brother,” I murmur, staring at the white haired demon, a cigarette clinging to his bottom lip. “Someone is betraying me, I just have to work out who and why,” Charlie’s tattooed arms cross over his bare chest as he tracks the hulking figure of Konstantin stalking across the room. “And I can’t focus on doing that if I’m worrying about my sister.” I look back to Viktor, “You would protect her if the earth blazed around us,” I murmur, a crease between my brows as I return my stare to the man I want. “That’s why it has to be you.”

“And what about you?” he spits back, breathing in deep, “I’m not abandoning you.”

A warm smile tugs at my lips, but I bite it back, “Dima will remain here with me.”

He sighs, rubbing a fist down the stubble of his jaw, “For how long?”

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