Page 16 of Stalked & Bred by the BRATVA
“Why?” I ask. “Why are you doing this?”
He steps forward. Slowly. Deliberately.
“Because you’re mine.”
I inhale sharply.
His hand lifts, brushing lightly against my hip. Just a whisper of pressure, but it scorches me all the same. The silk barely separates his fingers from my skin.
“I’ve been patient,” he says. “But not much longer.”
His other hand comes up, fingertips grazing my cheek.
“You wake up wet,” he murmurs, “and you think it’s a dream.”
My knees nearly buckle.
“You think you’re just imagining me.”
His lips brush my jaw. Not a kiss. Not yet.
“You’re not.”
Then, just when I think he’s going to touch me—really touch me—he steps back.
Leaves me standing in the middle of the room, breathless and soaked, my thighs trembling, the nightgown sticking to every curve.
“I’ll be back when you’re ready to beg,” he says, voice low and cruel and devastating.
Then he’s gone.
The door never even creaks.
Mikhail
She wears the nightgown like it was sewn to fit her body and no one else's.
The way the silk hugs her hips. The way it clings to her thighs. The way her nipples press through the fabric like she doesn’t even realise. She thinks she’s trembling from fear, but I know better.
She’s not afraid of me.
She’s afraid of what I make her feel.
I leave her room with that image burned behind my eyes. Her standing in the moonlight, lips parted, breath catching, hands fisted at her sides like she doesn’t know what to do with all the need building up inside her.
I want her to break first.
But if she doesn’t soon, I will.
I barely sleep. I’m too wound tight, pacing the study like a caged animal, replaying the way her voice shook when she asked mewhy.She didn’t demand an explanation. She asked like she already knew the answer, and just needed to hear it out loud.
Because you’re mine.
That truth lives in me like a second heartbeat.
By the next afternoon, I’m done waiting.
I find her alone in the second-floor linen closet. She’s pulling folded towels from the shelves, checking them one by one, unaware that I’m behind her until I step into the room and close the door.
