Page 50 of Cruel Russian King

I let her go.

For now...

My faction needed me.

Two days passed. Two fucking days of her avoiding me like I was the plague. If I walked into a room, she left. If I entered the bedroom, she locked herself in the bathroom.

I thought what we had shared meant something. I thought I’d finally found a woman who could keep up with me, who could take everything I gave and still beg for more.

And it hurt more than I wanted to fucking admit that she had chosen to pull away like she did.

Because if she regretted it, if she didn’t want me again, then I’d lost the only goddamn thing in this world that could satisfy me.

Having tasted Ninel and her pulling away, wasn't a loss I was going to accept easily.

I had just stalked back into my office at headquarters when my phone rang. I smirk curled my lips as I sank in the chair behind my desk.

“Safin.”

“Where the fuck is Ninel?” he barked.

“You mean you don't know where that precious baby sister of yours is?”

“Don't fucking play with me, Rykov. We traced Ninel back to your fucking territory. We have a fucking picture showing the both of you together.”

“And so?”

“You will return Ninel to us. Today,” he demanded.

I laughed dryly. “Who the fuck are you to demand that I send Ninel back to you?”

Ninel was fucking mine and she was staying with me. But, the more I thought about her staying with me and not getting to taste her again, the angrier I became.

“You had no right to take Ninel.”

“I had every fucking right to do to Ninel what you and Jaroslav did to my sisters. Don't you think?” I snarled.

“What the fuck are you saying, Rykov?”

“That Ninel and I are married. She belongs to me. She is my property. Mine to treat however the fuck I want.”

“You bastard! You fucking married her!”

“And that spoiled lifestyle you've given her? It doesn't sit well with a husband when his wife defies him at every turn.”

Every turn besides the bedroom.

“You raised her poorly. As such she's also mine to retrain and fucking punish.”

“If you touch one hair on Ninel…” Lev growled but I interrupted him.

“I have the right to touch every fucking hair on Ninel, when I want and how I fucking want. And I promise you, unlike you and Jaroslav. I'm not a doting husband. I will not worship the fucking ground she walks on, nor will I treat her as my equal. She is my wife! She's below me and that's where she'd fucking stay. All the things you've taught her over the years were useless. Her only job in my house, in my faction, is to warm my bed and birth my heirs.”

“Artyom, you can't just…”

I cut him off, “I already fucking did.”

I cut the call.