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Chapter 25 — Morning Table
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2026-03-25 18:29:00Elena’s POV
I bite my lip hard enough to hurt. “You’re an arrogant bastard.”“And you love it.” His hand slides up my thigh, under the robe, fingers finding me slick and ready without even trying. He strokes slow, teasing circles over my clit, watching my face like he owns every reaction. “Say it, Elena. Say you’re mine. Or I’ll finger-fuck you right here on this table till you’re screamin’ it loud enoug
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The Doctor Wife: A Bratva possession Chapter 44 – The Ring
Dante’s POV I stand there in the boardroom with Elena still catching her breath behind me on the table, and Viktor’s holding up her wedding ring like it’s some kind of trophy. My blood boils so hot I can feel it in my teeth. “Give it back,” I say, voice low. Viktor twirls the gold band between his fingers, smirking like the smug bastard he is. “Come and take it, little brother. Or are you too busy playing husband to handle family business? I bet that sweet doctor cunt has you wrapped around her finger tighter than this ring ever could.” I move before he finishes the sentence. I close the distance fast and slam my fist into his jaw again. The crack echoes through the room. He staggers but doesn’t go down. Instead he laughs and swings back hard, catching me in the ribs. Pain flares bright and sharp, but I welcome it because it keeps me focused. I grab his collar and drive my knee into his gut twice, feeling the air whoosh out of him. He grunts, folds for half a second, then straigh
The Doctor Wife: A Bratva possession Chapter 43 — Table Claim
Dante’s POV I don’t waste a second.I shove her dress higher around her waist, yank her soaked panties to the side, and bury my face in her dripping pussy. My tongue drags flat and slow up her slit, tasting how wet she still is from coming on my fingers during the meeting.“Fuck— Dante!” she cries out, hands flying to my hair, pulling me closer. “Ahh— yes— right there—”I groan against her, sucking her swollen clit into my mouth, tongue flicking fast while two fingers slide back inside her tight heat. She’s soaked, walls fluttering around me instantly.“Mmmh— oh god— you’re going to make me come again already,” she moans, hips grinding against my face. “Oohhh— don’t stop— please—”I pump my fingers deeper, curling them hard against that spot inside her while I suck her clit relentlessly. “You were such a good girl in that meeting, baby. Soaking my hand while they talked business. Now I want to hear you scream for me on this table.”She arches off the mahogany, thighs trembling around
The Doctor Wife: A Bratva possession Chapter 42 – The Boardroom Submission
Dante’s POV The heads of the five families sit around the massive mahogany table like vultures waiting for a corpse. Tension is thick enough to choke on. No one trusts anyone, least of all me right now. I lean back in the chair at the head, fingers steepled, watching them. Old Man Rossi from the Italians keeps tapping his pen. The Irish guy, Callahan, won’t stop cracking his knuckles. The Albanians and the two smaller crews look ready to draw on each other at any second. “Gentlemen,” I say, voice low and calm. “We’re here to talk business, not start another war. The drug route through the ports is worth twenty million a month if we do it right. Split properly. No one gets greedy.” Rossi snorts. “Easy for you to say, Volkov. You control the docks. We’re supposed to trust you won’t fuck us over the second the ink dries?” Callahan leans forward. “He’s got a point. Last time we trusted a Volkov, half our shipment disappeared and your brother Viktor was suddenly richer.” I smil
The Doctor Wife: A Bratva possession chapter 41 —Defender
Elena’s POV Viktor’s eyes flash with pure rage. His hand snaps up, fingers wrapping around my throat, slamming me harder against the dryer. The metal is hot against my back, vibrating from the cycle still running inside.“You little cunt,” he snarls, blood still dripping from his torn lip onto my shirt. “You think biting me makes you tough? I like it when they fight. Makes breaking them so much sweeter.”I gasp for air, but I don’t look away. “Then you’re going to love this.”I bring my knee up hard between his legs. He twists at the last second so I only graze his thigh, but it’s enough to make him loosen his grip. I shove him back with everything I have.He stumbles, laughing through the pain. “Feisty. I told Dante you’d be fun. He doesn’t deserve a woman like you.”I wipe his blood from my mouth with the back of my hand. “And you deserve a bullet. Stay the hell away from me.”He lunges again, faster this time. His hand clamps around my wrist, twisting it painfully behind my back a
The Doctor Wife: A Bratva possession Chapter 40 – The Laundry Room Ambush
Elena’s POV I can’t find Marta. I’ve checked the kitchen, the east wing, even the small sitting room she sometimes uses for sewing. Nothing. The estate feels too quiet today, the kind of quiet that makes the back of my neck itch. After what happened in the torture room last night, my nerves are still raw. I need to talk to someone who isn’t trying to fuck me or kill me. I head down to the basement. The laundry room is one of the few places Marta goes when she wants peace. The stairs are narrow and dimly lit. My bare feet make almost no sound on the concrete. The moment I push the door open, the warm, humid air hits me, thick with the scent of detergent and fabric softener. Rows of industrial machines hum quietly. Sheets and towels are folded in neat stacks on the long counter. “Marta?” I call softly. “You down here?” No answer. I step further in, scanning the space. “I just wanted to check on you after everything yesterday. You disappeared so fast.” Still nothing. I’m about t
The Doctor Wife: A Bratva possession Chapter 39 — Becoming Volkov
Dante’s POV I pull out slow, watching my come leak out of her. Then I spin her around, lift her, and pin her to the wall again. She wraps her legs around my waist instantly, arms around my neck.I slide back inside her in one smooth thrust, both of us moaning at the same time.“Mmmh— still so full,” she whimpers, rolling her hips. “Don’t stop. I need you again.”I fuck her slow and deep this time, grinding against her clit with every thrust. “You liked watching me, didn’t you? You liked telling me how to make him scream.”She gasps, nails digging into my shoulders. “Ahh— yes… I did. It turned me on. Seeing you like that… oohhh… so powerful.”I bite her neck, sucking a fresh mark. “You’re becoming a Volkov, baby. My perfect, filthy queen. Say it while I’m inside you.&
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