Page 99 of The Bratva Betrayal

He is relentless, his movements becoming faster and more desperate. He’s losing the control he prides himself on, the broody enforcer replaced by a man driven by primal instinct, and I’m quickly beginning to love this version.

“I’m going to fuck you until you forget your name.” His teeth graze the sensitive skin of my shoulder. “Until the only thing you can feel or want is me inside you.”

The friction reaches a fever pitch. Artem’s breath is a series of jagged snarls as he feels the contractions of my walls around him, pulling him deeper into my heat.

“Who touched you?” he growls through clenched teeth, sending a warning signal up my spine.

“Who do you think?” I crack a little, and Artem pulls back to look down at me, the expression on his face murderous. “He’ll be dead by the end of the week after Killian and Rian see me.”

I fully expect Artem to drop me on my ass. But his rhythm doesn’t falter; everything else about him does.

“Say that again,” he growls.

“Killian and Rian will see my face tomorrow,” I breathe. “And when they do⁠—“

The expression on his face stops the rest of the sentence in my throat.

His thumb traces the edge of the bruise on my cheekbone, feather-light.

“Tell me,” he orders, needing the confirmation by my lips and not through speculation.

Fine.

“Misha.” Artem’s nostrils flare. “He was drunk⁠—”

“You’re making excuses for him now?”

“No. I’m just telling you⁠—”

“You mentioned a gun.”

I nod slowly. “Yes.”

“Did he…” My eyes narrow a bit at him when he doesn’t continue. “Did he fuck you?”

“No.”

“Did he try?”

I lift my shoulders. “I don’t know. He was upset with me.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t want to marry him.”

“What else?”

“I don’t want a man to propose to me like a business deal. I don’t want something that’s half-assed. He knows I don’t want him⁠—”

“Tell me what you want, Lisichka.” He leans forward, pressing his wide and hard chest into mine.

“Freedom.”

The response is automatic.

Unfiltered and raw.

“He’s not your problem anymore.” His voice is flat, final.