Her Russian Returns (Brie's Submission Book 15)

By: Red Phoenix


I want to thank MrRed, who continues to be so supportive of my work.

It’s not just the inspiration he provides, but the care and patience

he gives me as a writer.

He understands when I laugh or cry for no apparent reason

as scenes from the story play out in my head at random moments.


I also want to give special thanks to my children.

Their enthusiastic support of my work has been a blessing and a joy.

To my cast of fans who work diligently behind the scenes, my deepest thanks.

Your hard work and belief in me never ceases to amaze and inspire.

To every person who has taken the time to write an email, seek me out on social media, go to an author event, or send me a gift or a letter.

You blow me away!

I am every bit your fan, as you are mine. ~Red


Rytsar Durov should be dead.

But in the BDSM world, loyalties run as deep as kinky passions.

Sir Thane Davis is determined to save his Russian brother, but must call on his friends at the Center to execute the plan.

Clinging to hope, Brie trusts the sexy sadist will keep his promise to her.

Rytsar is not a man to go down easily, but a sacrifice must be made if he is to survive…

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Shocking Truths

Rytsar’s return to consciousness was a painful one. His head throbbed like a jackhammer was driving into his skull, the pain so intense it made him nauseous.

Taking a survey of his surroundings without opening his eyes, Rytsar noted first the engine roar of a small airplane. He could only guess where they were taking him—he had expected to be dead by now.

Resisting the urge to retch, Rytsar lay perfectly still, his survival instincts alerting him to the fact he was being watched as he lay there. With difficulty, he kept his breath even as an intense pain shot through his abdomen, making him want to scream in agony.

Eventually, someone stood up and walked over to him, giving Rytsar a kick in the stomach. It took everything in him not to react, but when he didn’t respond, the man complained.

“The fucking coward is still out. All this waiting is annoying me.” He must have swung back his leg for another kick because the commanding voice of their leader rang out.

“Nyet! Durov is now the property of the Koslovs. You hurt him again and it will cost you your life.”

“But he insulted the brothers in front of us. Surely that deserves punishment.”

“It is the only reason I did not kill you when you pummeled him in the hospital. The brothers were very clear about the condition of this package we’re delivering.”

“But what about Orlov? He almost killed the mu’dak.”

The leader let out an amused snort in answer, letting Rytsar know the fate of the man who had tried to choke him to death. To defy a direct order from the Koslov brothers meant immediate death by the hands of their own.

Rytsar was not surprised, however; Orlov had never been particularly bright. He’d set his sights on Rytsar early on to prove to the bratva organization that he was a man to be reckoned with. Being the gnat that he was, he’d only made a pathetic nuisance of himself.

That is…until yesterday.

It seemed fitting that the idiot had been thwarted by a cat.

Rytsar had to keep his smile from his face, grateful he’d instructed Titov to set up a monthly shipment of caviar and catnip be sent to Thane’s home. It was a fair repayment for his debt, and might help convince his comrade to keep the animal.

While he’d never become a pet lover, Rytsar definitely had feelings for that black tom cat and hoped Thane would reconsider his own stance on housing pets.

Rytsar’s thoughts were interrupted when he heard one of them ask, “What happens if he doesn’t wake up?”

“We’re all dead,” the leader said without hesitation.

Rytsar was violently shaken by the man who had kicked him, which he now thought of as the instigator. “Wake up, you fucking mu’dak. I’m not dying because of you.”

Suddenly a scuffle broke out as the man was taken to the ground. “You touch him again, and I will kill you with my bare hands,” the leader growled ominously.