Page 9 of Knocked Up by the Bratva

“I’m going to ruin you,” I murmur, my fingers digging into her skin. “I’m going to make sure you never forget this.”

Her breath hitches, and then she’s crying out, her body trembling uncontrollably beneath me. I feel her fall apart, her nails digging into the sheets as she moans my name, loud and breathless.

I hold her tight, keeping her pinned beneath me as I ride out the moment with her, savoring every sound she makes, every tremble of her body. It’s everything I wanted, everything I needed.

The orgasm rocks through her so fast I’m taken by surprise; she lets out a muffled scream as her pussy clenches, sending pleasure shooting through me. Her body tenses wordlessly, before she collapses.

It’s enough to send me over the edge as well. I don’t have time to pull out, vision blurring as I gasp, coming inside of her. Jennifer murmurs something I can’t hear through the rush, the adrenaline and arousal all mingling into one as I fill her.

When it’s finally over, I collapse beside her, my chest heaving with effort. She lies on her stomach, her body still trembling slightly, her skin marked with the bruises and bites I’ve left on her. A possessive satisfaction fills me as I look at her, knowing that she’s mine now, in every possible way.

I wrap my arm around her, pulling her close, my fingers tracing the marks I’ve left on her skin. She sighs softly, herbreath evening out as she nestles against me, her body still warm and soft from the aftermath.

“You did good,” I murmur, my voice low and satisfied as I press a kiss to the back of her neck.

She doesn’t respond, too spent to form words, but she turns her head slightly, her eyes meeting mine for a brief moment. There’s something in her gaze—something soft, vulnerable—that stirs something inside me. I tighten my grip around her, pulling her even closer.

She’s mine. Every inch of her. No one else is ever going to touch her like this. No one else is ever going to make her feel like this.

Chapter Five - Jennifer

I sit at my desk, staring at the screen, trying to focus on the campaign we’re working on for Empire City Estates. The marketing team is small, but we’re busy. Even now, my inbox is overflowing with emails. Normally, I’d be all over it, eager to impress my boss and make a name for myself here. Today, I’m struggling to focus.

It’s been almost a month since that night. The night with Timur. I can still feel the heat of his touch, the way his hands roamed my body like he owned me. My skin tingles at the memory, and my mind drifts back to the sensation of him pinning me down, his lips claiming mine with a hunger I’ve never known. I shift in my chair, uncomfortable with how much that memory affects me.

Sneaking away the next morning felt like the right decision. I remember lying there, tangled up in his sheets, the sunlight creeping in through the curtains, and knowing that this was a man who had way too much going on in his life. He seemed like the kind of guy who had women on rotation—no strings, no attachments. That’s not what I want. I want something real, someone who’s actually going to care. And that night with Timur, as incredible as it was, wasn’t going to lead to that.

Besides, he was obviously a successful businessman. Empire City Estates is one of the biggest real estate agencies in New York, and I’ve already seen his name pop up in connection to them. He’s the kind of man who’s married to his work, and I’m just… me. A marketing intern. I couldn’t imagine a world where I’d fit into his life.

Still, I can’t stop thinking about him. Random moments from that night flash through my mind, distracting me at theworst times. I’ve even caught myself blushing, for no reason, in the middle of the day. It’s embarrassing. Nothing helps.

I even tried to, well, fix the problem myself. Bought a vibrator, thought it might take the edge off. It didn’t. In fact, it only made me more frustrated because nothing compares to what I felt that night. It’s like he ruined me for anyone else with just one night. It’s maddening.

My fingers hover over the keyboard, the email I’m supposed to be drafting barely started. I sigh, leaning back in my chair. I need to snap out of it. This internship is important to me. I’ve worked so hard to get here, and I can’t afford to let a man, even one as intoxicating as Timur, mess with my head like this.

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Later, I’m sitting in front of the bright white of my laptop, one earphone in and lost in thought. Timur still plagues my mind no matter what I do—or where I am, apparently.

“Earth to Jennifer.” A voice snaps me out of my thoughts. I blink and look up to see Maeve standing in front of me, a smirk on her face. She’s holding a stack of folders, her dark hair falling in waves over her shoulders. “You’ve been spacing out all morning. What’s up?”

I force a smile. “Nothing. Just trying to focus.”

Maeve raises an eyebrow, unconvinced. “Uh-huh. You’ve been trying to focus for the last thirty minutes, staring at the same email. Spill.”

I let out a breath, running a hand through my hair. “It’s nothing. Just… a lot on my mind.”

Maeve sits on the edge of my bedroom desk, crossing her arms. “Is this about the guy from the party? The one you bailed on?”

I groan inwardly. Of course she’d bring that up. “It’s nothing,” I repeat, but Maeve just gives me that look—the one that says she knows exactly what’s going on.

“Jennifer, come on. I know you. You don’t just sleep with random guys. So, this is a big deal, right? What happened?”

I hesitate, not sure how to explain it without sounding ridiculous. “It was just… intense. I don’t know. I thought it was going to be a one-time thing, and now I can’t stop thinking about it.”

Maeve grins. “Must’ve been good.”

“It was,” I admit, my voice low. “Really good. That’s the problem. I’m not cut out for… that. Whatever that was. He’s probably forgotten about me already, anyway.”

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