Page 134 of The Bratva Stalker's Ruthless Claim
I step closer and tilt her chin up gently.
“Good,” I murmur.
Then I kiss her.
Soft.
Certain.
Because if Katerina is watching somewhere out there in the dark…then she should see this too.
She was wrong.
Ellie didn’t choose weakness.
She chose something stronger.
I reach up and cradle Ellie’s face in my hands, my thumbs brushing lightly along her jaw. She looks up at me with that curious little smile she gets when she knows I’m about to say something ridiculous.
“Do you know the moment I fell in love with you?” I ask.
Her eyes sparkle immediately.
She giggles. “The moment you read my paper?”
I shake my head slowly.
“I was already gone by then,” I admit. “But I wasn’t fully in love yet.”
Her eyebrows lift.
“Oh?” she says, tilting her head. “Then when did it happen?”
I think about it for a moment.
“In a cumulation of moments,” I say finally.
She waits.
“The moment you challenged me without a single ounce of fear,” I continue. “When everyone else in the room was practically bowing to me, and you were looking at me like I was just another man with a bad argument.”
She laughs under her breath.
“And the moment you stood up to Anya,” I add, shaking my head with amusement. “Right in front of everyone. Claimed me like you owned me.”
Ellie’s cheeks turn pink.
“That,” I say, grinning, “was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
She swats my chest lightly. “You’re impossible.”
“When you’re possessive of me like that, it drives me insane.”
She laughs, the sound loud and genuine. “You thinkI’mthe possessive one? You have no idea how possessive I can be.”
My eyes narrow playfully.
“Oh, really?”
