Page 28 of Code of Captivity

The rest of the men nodded, and Pyotr glanced at me. We didn't need to acknowledge the past, but we killed many men within the organisation when I took over. Yuri Velichko might not have participated, but he damn well knew what took place.

After a brief rundown of recent events, I ended the meeting. Gavriil stayed behind and joined me for a drink.

“Did you suspect me?”

“I suspected everyone, but you should get help for your porn addiction,” I said before having my much-needed drink. Bunny did a good job searching everyone’s devices.

He smirked and shrugged his shoulders. “It’s difficult to keep a steady relationship.”

I thought of my hacker bunny and her new tattoo. It was difficult to maintain a normal relationship while being part of the Bratva, but normal relationships were overrated.

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When Viktor didn't come back to the house, I knew he was making Díma comfortable. Sergei nodded and opened the door for me. Once in the outbuilding, I followed the screams. Díma was tied to the same wooden chair as theKrolikhad been in. After an initial assessment, he was intact, minus some fingernails and a swollen face.

“Díma, was it worth it?”

“Yes, you killed my cousin,” he spat out.

I glanced at Viktor. “Boris Pankov.”

“He deserved to die along with the others,” I said with a smile. “You will join him soon enough. Find out how he intended to use the information and if he has leaked any current information he had access to.”

Viktor raised an eyebrow. “You're not staying?”

“I have a naughty Bunny to attend to,” I said, ignoring his smirk. “Set up a doctor’s appointment for him in eight days.”

“Da, Pakhan.”

If he lasted that long in the cells, I thought of how Bunny survived. At the time, I was furious at her refusal to work for me. She should have broken by the second or at least the third day at a stretch. I couldn't deny that she was stronger than many men who’d been in the cell. But was she strong enough to survive my abject cruelty?

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She lay curled up in my bed when I returned to my bedroom. I removed my jacket to lay it on the ottoman and worked on my shirt as I watched the sleeping bunny. Rather than wake her up, I took a shower and lay beside her, wondering what made her different and why the question persisted. I fell asleep clutching the handle of my dagger, dreaming of killing the men who once tortured me. Only this time, they had Bunny in their grip.

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Soft, hot, and floral is what I awakened to. Somehow, throughout the night, we ended up in the middle of my bed. I was about to move back, but with her body pressed against mine,my dick had other ideas. There was enough light coming through the windows to allow me to see her new tattoo once she was on her belly. I reached out to grab the lube and wipes from the nightstand before I eased her onto her stomach.

The dark covers were a contrast to her smooth, lily-white skin. I peeled them down to uncover my name before seeing the rest. There was nothing artificial about how she took pleasure in cumming while in pain. I eased her fluffy white tail out of her asshole as she began to wake up. I knelt over her thighs, lubricating my dick. “Dobroye utro, pain slut,” I whispered.Good morning.

I parted her ass cheeks, staring at her asshole before admiring the tattoo artist's work. Each word was perfect and just how I’d imagined.

“Good morning, Master,” she said, her voice low and husky from her slumber.

I reached to take her hands and placed them on her ass. She immediately spread her ass for me. I leaned down and moved her hair away from her face.

“Don't worry, little pain slut, I didn't use too much lube,” I whispered in her ear, smiling when her breath hitched.

I sat up on my knees and rubbed my cock over her asshole, tracing the tip over it before grazing its length back and forth, teasing her.

“Spread them wider, stretch that little fuck hole open for me, Bunny,” I said, lifting my dick up to see her fingers inch forward and pull her skin back. “Yeah, show me how much you need it. Let me see that hole.”

She groaned and pulled harder until I pressed the tip of my cock against her asshole, which looked like a target. The headslipped in with ease, but I moved it in and out, loosening her hole. It felt so damn good.

“Oh, yes, Master. Please, give it to me. Fuck my ass, Master,” she panted, pulling her flesh back until her asshole opened some more.

“Damn, my Bunny is hungry this morning,” I murmured before lazily thrusting forward, screwing more of my dick inside of her.

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