Page 36 of Chased & Bred by the BRATVA
“I want you dripping,” he says against my throat. “So fucking full of my cum you feel me for days. You understand?” He holds me tight as he leans forward and stands, carrying me like I’m weightless until I feel my back hit a book case, the shelves digging into me.
“Yes,” I gasp, lifting my legs to rest over his shoulders.
He fucks me hard, brutal, his hips slamming into mine as the bookshelf rattles behind us. Books fall with soft thuds, forgotten.All I can feel is him, his heat, the way he fills me so perfectly it borders on pain.
“You’re mine,” he says, every thrust a promise. “I’ll breed you if that’s what it takes. I’ll fuck you so full of me there won’t be a part of you untouched by who you belong to.”
I come with a scream, shattering around him, my body locking tight.
He follows with a deep, guttural sound, burying himself to the hilt and spilling into me in long, hot pulses.
We cling to each other in an awkward shape of tangled limbs, breathing hard, sweat slicking our skin.
And when he looks at me, there’s a kind of reverence in his eyes.
“Thank you,” I whisper, breathless.
His smile is slow, dangerous, and beautiful. “No, little rabbit. Thank you.”
Nikolai
She’s curled up on the leather couch in my office, wearing one of my shirts like she was born for it. Her legs are tucked beneath her, hair still mussed from where I pulled it earlier, and she’s looking through the laptop I gave her like she hasn’t just ruined me in the library.
I sit across from her, watching. The way her brow furrows when she’s focused. The way her lips twitch when she’s reading something that interests her. The way she fits here, in this space that was never meant for anyone but me.
I didn’t plan on keeping her this long.
I planned on fucking her. On chasing her again, maybe. On indulging the part of me that’s always been more feral than human.
But she’s still here. Still bright. Still brilliant. And the idea of letting her go tastes like ash in my mouth.
I clear my throat, and she looks up. There’s no fear in her eyes. No suspicion. Just curiosity, and something softer beneath it. Something that makes my chest tighten.
“I’ve been thinking,” I say.
She arches a brow. “That sounds dangerous.”
I smirk. “Maybe. But I want to be very clear.”
Her expression shifts. “About?”
“About you being here. Being with me.”
She closes the laptop slowly and places it on the table in front of her. “Okay…”
“Because I’ve made an example of the men who tried to hurt you,” I say. “Because there’s no more threat, at least not immediately. And because I trust that you’ll only run when you want me to catch you.”
She watches me for a long moment, like she’s weighing that trust against all the darkness I’ve shown her. I let her. She deserves that much.
“Okay,” she says finally. “So what do you want from me?”
“Just that. You. All of you. Forever. Not just when I’m chasing you. Not just when my cock is in you. I want you to be mine in every way.”
Her lips part slightly, surprised. “Really?”
I nod. “It’s time we show the world who you belong to, belong with. Here with me, at home.”
She smiles at that. Not a bright, beaming thing. Something quieter. Sadder. Like the word ‘home’ has always been slippery for her, and this is the first time it’s settled in her bones.
