Page 40 of My Bratva Dom

“You’re not going back, sass’.”

She blinks. “What?”

“You’re staying here. With me.”

A beat of silence passes, then she laughs disbelievingly. “Oh, really?”

“Yes,” I reply simply.

Her smile falters. “Aslan, I can’t just…”

“You can.” I step closer, crowding her. “You’re not going back to that shitty apartment. Some crap bartending gig where drunk assholes flirt with you every night.” My hand curves around her jaw. “You’re mine, sweetheart. That means you’re here with me.”

Her lips part. “What if I don’t want to stay?”

I grin cockily. “You wanna stay.”

Her brow furrows. So fucking cute. But she doesn’t pull away.

“Aslan…”

“You can do whatever the fuck you want,” I cut in. “Go back to school. Find a different job. Or don’t work at all. Stay home. Spend my money.” My thumb strokes her cheek. “I don’t give a fuck. Whatever makes my brat happy.”

She stares at me, wide-eyed, stunned silent.

My grip tightens just enough to make her gasp. “I need you here.With me.” Her fingers curl into my shirt, gripping hard. “You can sit on your ass all day and let me spoil you. You’re gonna drive me insane, but I’ll love every second of it.”

A shaky laugh bubbles out of her. “You’re serious?”

“Never been more serious in my life.”

She bites her lip, her pretty eyes glinting. “What if we don’t get along?”

I grin. “Then I’ll bend you over and remind you exactly who you belong to.” Her pupils dilate, her perfect white teeth sinking harder into that full bottom lip. “I’ll take that as a yes,” I chuckle.

She exhales slowly, leaning her face into my palm. “Yeah,” she whispers. “It’s a yes.” She runs a soft hand over the side of my face, adding, “sir.”

I cup the back of her neck, tugging her closer.

“I love you, and I’m keeping you. Forever.”

Her lips brush mine, soft and warm.

“Good, because I love you, too, grumpy,” she whispers back.

I take her mouth in a long, deep, wet kiss, and while my girl’s distracted, moaning and squirming, I slide a huge-ass diamond ring on her finger…

Twenty Seven

Epilogue

TINA

I wake up warm, soft. Feeling safe.

Aslan’s arm is heavy over my waist, pinning me to the mattress like his body’s decided I’m not going anywhere. His chest is solid and warm against my back, his breath deep and steady on my neck.

I stretch slightly, just to ease the ache in my muscles, but even that’s enough to make him stir. His grip tightens, and I feel the drag of his stubble on my shoulder as he presses closer.

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