Page 24 of Stalked & Bred by the BRATVA
“Yours,” I breathe.
He sinks deeper.
It hurts, but I don’t want him to stop. I want the pain. I want the stretch. I want to feel full of him, ruined by him.
When he bottoms out, we both stop.
I’m panting. Clinging to him. His face is buried in my neck, his hands gripping my thighs so tight I think I’ll bruise.
Then he starts to move.
Slow. Controlled. Deep.
My body adjusts with every stroke. The pain fades, replaced by something hotter, wetter, needier. I gasp into his ear, my fingers digging into his back.
“Harder,” I whisper.
He growls and slams into me harder.
I cry out, but it’s not pain anymore. It’s relief. It’sneed.
“Say it again,” he demands.
“Harder,” I moan. “Please, Mikhail—”
He fucks me like he owns me. Like my body was made for this. Like I’ve always been his and I just didn’t know it yet.
His hand slides between us, thumb finding my clit.
I scream.
I don’t care who hears. I don’t care if the whole house knows.
He’s touching me like he wants to break me open and live inside the pieces.
“Touch yourself again,” he growls. “Show me what you did when you were thinking of me.”
I reach down. My fingers brush against his. My clit is soaked, swollen, so sensitive I can barely keep up.
The pleasure builds too fast. My body tightens, curls. My head drops back against the pillows.
“I’m gonna—”
“Come for me,” he snaps. “Now.”
I break.
My orgasm hits like a wave crashing through every inch of me. My vision whites out. My voice rips from my throat. I clamp down around him and he doesn’t stop, not even as I tremble and twitch and cry out again and again.
Then he follows.
His body jerks, his rhythm faltering. He growls my name against my neck, and I feel him spill inside me, hot and deep and claiming.
He stays there, buried to the hilt, holding me so tightly it hurts. I don’t want him to let go. I don’t want this to end. He pulls back just enough to look down at me. My face is damp with sweat. My thighs are shaking. But I’ve never felt more alive.
He touches my cheek. Just once.
“You’re mine now,” he says, softer this time.
