Page 28 of Stalked & Bred by the BRATVA
He walks to me, steady and sure, and sets the coffee down on the windowsill before sliding an arm around my waist.
“I told you,” he murmurs, voice like gravel and smoke, “next time, you wouldn’t be able to stand.”
I breathe a shaky laugh, leaning into him. “I thought you were exaggerating.”
“I never exaggerate.”
He guides me slowly toward the bathroom, his hand splayed warm and wide against my stomach. I lean against him, letting him carry most of my weight.
“You didn’t have to leave,” I whisper.
He doesn’t answer right away.
Then— “I didn’t want to. But I needed to catch Glenys and let her know you won’t be working today.”
“What?” I ask. “Why?”
He turns on the shower and helps me step into the small space. Steam curls up around us. I stand beneath the spray, eyes fluttering closed as the heat seeps into my skin. My legs still feel like jelly, but I manage to stay upright by bracing one hand on the tiled wall.
I expect him to leave. To give me privacy. He doesn’t. He steps in behind me, fully naked, and drops to his knees.
My heart skips as I spin around. “Mikhail?”
“Shhh.”
His hands slide up my thighs, parting them gently.
“Mikhail, I—”
“You’re shaking,” he murmurs. “Let me fix it.”
Then his mouth is on me.
The heat of the water, the warmth of his tongue, the hunger in his grip, it’s too much. Too fast.
I cry out, clinging to the wall, my knees buckling slightly as he licks me with slow, torturous precision.
“I thought you were done,” I gasp.
He growls, low and possessive. “I’ll never be done with you.”
My breath stutters. My whole body hums with overstimulation and need. He holds me steady as his tongue flicks over my clit, relentless and skilled, coaxing another wave of pleasure from my already aching body.
I come fast. It tears out of me, my legs giving way as I slump into his arms. He catches me. Holds me. Lifts me gently like I weigh nothing at all.
I bury my face in his shoulder, panting, shaking, undone all over again.
“Mine,” he whispers into my hair. “You’re mine, Sarah.”
And I don’t deny it, because he’s right.
Mikhail
I left her to breathe. To drink coffee. To rinse her skin. To rest. But I can’t stay away long.
I carried her to me bed, fucked her raw, until she was too sore to stand, and yet I want her again. I want to bury myself so deep inside her she forgets anyone else ever existed.
The mug burns in my hand as I walk back toward the kitchen. The sun’s just starting to rise, pink light brushing the tops of the trees beyond the frosted glass.
