Page 18 of Stalked & Bred by the BRATVA
“Don’t ever confuse me with him again,” I say, quiet but deadly.
“I didn’t mean to—”
“I would never hurt you,” I growl. “But I would kill for you.”
She stares up at me, lips parting like she wants to argue but doesn’t have the breath for it.
“If your brother ever steps foot near this house, I will take him apart piece by piece,” I continue. “If he ever touches you again, you won’t even get the chance to cry out. It will already be done.”
Her pupils dilate. Her fingers twitch like she wants to reach for me and doesn’t know how.
I lower my head until my mouth is at her ear. “He should have never touched you.”
She shudders.
I drag my fingers lightly down her arm, watching the goosebumps rise beneath the cotton sleeve.
“No one touches you now unless I say so.”
Her breath stutters. “What are you doing?”
I press my palm to her side. “Teaching you who you belong to.”
She gasps, and I swear I feel it in my spine.
“I’m not going to take you yet,” I murmur. “But I want you to feel what it’s like to be owned.”
I lower my hand, drag it slowly over the curve of her hip. She arches without meaning to. Her thighs press together, her breath coming quicker now.
I press my mouth to her neck. Just once. Just long enough to feel her pulse pounding under my lips.
“You’ve never been touched right,” I whisper. “But you will be.”
She exhales a trembling sound. Her hands fist in the front of my shirt, her body caught between resisting and surrendering.
I pull back before I lose control completely.
Her lips are parted. Her skin is flushed.
“Next time you dream of me,” I say, brushing a knuckle down the side of her throat, “don’t wake up.”
And then I’m gone.
Sarah
I don’t sleep.
Not really.
I lie there in the dark, flushed and aching, his words echoing through me like a fever.
I want you to feel what it’s like to be owned.
No one touches you now unless I say so.
Next time you dream of me, don’t wake up.
I’m burning.
