Page 11 of Rule of Three


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“Plans that you ruined. I think it’s only fitting that you’re the one to set them right again.”

“What the hell does that mean?” She starts fighting me again, but I grab her ass harshly, digging my nails into her flesh.

She yelps and freezes, likely still feeling the burn from her spanking.

Ezra mutters something behind me, something in Russian, and the words send blood roaring through my veins.

She’s dripping wet.

I don’t dare look. I don’t trust myself to witness her desire and not act upon it.

For five years, I’ve imagined what her traitorous cunt tasted like. What it would feel like wrapped around my cock as I fucked all of my anger at her betrayal into her body. As I bred her, rutting ruthlessly, filling her up with so much cum that she leaked all over the sheets.

I don’t dare look.

But that doesn’t keep my hand from sliding lower, daring to brush against the dampness between her thighs and feel how soaked her panties are.

She gasps, but her thighs spread wider.

I curse all the gods in both Heaven and Hell for their cruelty. My innocent little fiancée is not so innocent anymore.

Five years ago, I thought she was perfect as she was, but I was wrong. The little spitfire in front of me is more fitted to the role of mafia wife, and perhaps that’s what true perfection means.

Aligning my jagged, broken pieces with hers and finding that they fit together perfectly.

Perhaps she and I were meant to break five years ago so that we would find each other again, just like this.

I draw a deep breath and refocus on the task at hand. “You swore your heart to me, Valentina, and I plan to collect.”

“Like hell you’re getting anything from me!”

I chuckle and shake my head. “Fine, don’t give me your heart. I have little use for it, anyway.”

She stiffens, but I continue before she can retort. “But your name? That will be mine. And this—” I thrust my cock against her ass, letting her feel the weight of me, and bite back a groan.

God, that’s going to be addictive.

She writhes against me and, gods above, makes things worse. I grab her hips to keep her steady and fuck, that hot little cunt of hers aligns perfectly with my cock. We both freeze, and I clench my jaw. “This,” I hiss, thrusting against her panties, her whine making my head spin, “will be mine to ruin.”

She moans and I wedge myself against her lips. There’s too much fabric between us to make good on my word, but soon, she’ll be writhing beneath me as I pump inside her.

“You ruined us,” I snarl, grinding against her roughly and digging my fingers into her hips. “So I will ruin you. Get ready, Valentina Baranova, because I am a ruthless fucking man when something is taken from me. Do you understand?” I pull her hips back and mime the dance we’ll be doing very soon, my control slipping. A snarl catches in my throat. “Do you understand what you stole from me?”

Five years. Five bitter years, alone, watching her father waste away and being unable to claim his kingdom because she was missing. The heir to the Baranova Bratva, my fiancée, left me here to rot in her father’s dying kingdom.

She will pay for every second of happiness she stole from me.

With a hiss, I release her and step back. I’m too angry. I can’t think straight. She does something to me.

I’ve worked hard to control this city without my bride, and one woman won’t take that power from me.

Running a hand down my face, I shut my eyes and take a deep breath. “Take her to her room,” I command, knowing both of my men will follow orders. “She’s not allowed out without an armed escort. See it done.”

I leave immediately, storming through the halls until I reach my quarters. Slamming the doors shut, I pace back and forth, unable to get the feel of Valentina’s body out of my mind. Haste makes me careless as I throw my clothes to the floor and palm my naked cock, groaning as I imagine Valentina writhing naked beneath me, hate in her eyes as I fuck her raw. Hate and desire, so wicked hot that it burns us both.

I come violently, coating my hand and painting the bedsheets. It feels like a waste, and I quickly vow not to come again until it’s inside Valentina.

She will bend to my will. Marry me. Fuck me. Birth my heirs.

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