Page 2 of Marked & Bred By the Bratva
Then she pops upright, hair all messy on top of her head, her full tits bouncing under that ratty tank top, and she grins to herself. Fucking grins. Like the world hasn’t chewed her up yet. Like she still thinks it’s gonna get easier.
It won’t. But I’ll make it. I’ll take care of her. Keep her safe. Fucking spoil her rotten.
She doesn’t know I’ve been watching since the day she visited the building in her tight jeans, with her hair pinned up. Looking so fucking sweet, she made my teeth ache and my cock harden instantly. All big brown eyes and sunny smile. Talking a mile a minute.
I was just walking down the street. A pure chance encounter. But the sight of my girl stopped me right in my tracks. Leaving me hooked, obsessed, fucking gone for this beautiful woman who probably was still wearing pigtails by the time I made my first kill.
The next day, I found out everything I could about her, bought the whole fucking building, rerouted her rental search, killed her other applications, and dropped the rent just enough to make her think that maybe the universe was finally on her side.
She doesn’t know I replaced her smoke detector with a lens.
Doesn’t know I’ve got ten angles of her right now while she’s folding her fucking panties, humming some upbeat song, swaying her hips in those little boyshorts with strawberries on them. She’s dancing. Happily. All big, round ass, full hips, thickthighs and bouncing tits. With a waist I could span with my hands.
Fucking perfect.
She eats ramen, applesauce and cheese sticks like the broke girl she is. Fucking thanked me out loud when she saw the bottled water I left. Drank it. Didn’t even question it.
Good girl.
Drink up.
She gets in bed at 10:42. In a tank top with no bra, and those fucking cotton panties. Her long legs, bare. All smooth brown skin I want to fucking devour. She’s soft everywhere. With her juicy tits and thighs. And that ass that looks like it was built for bouncing on my cock. But she has no goddamn clue. Like no one’s ever told her.
Ava probably thinks she’s just a regular girl. She has no idea she’s my fucking dream come true.
Now she’s lying in bed. I wait until she’s asleep. Then I move. Slow and silent. Because I’m not just a psycho who’s obsessed with a young woman. I’m former Special Ops. Bratva. A dangerous man who sets traps and watches his preys walk into them.
The wall gave easily. The old builders left too much dead space between units. So that’s where I set up my hiding place. Here, between her walls, and in the apartment across from hers.
I sneak inside her place through the fake wall in her closet and step into her bedroom like I’ve done a so many times now. WhenI set up all my surveillance gear, fixed the lock and anything else that needed repair in this dump where she won’t be staying long. When I check her thermostat everyday to make sure she stays warm.
Ava doesn’t know I’ve been stealing her panties since the first night. But tonight, I’m not taking anything. I’m giving.
I kneel next to her bed and drag in a long, slow breath right over her stomach. Fuck. Lemon. Vanilla. Clean sweat. She smells fucking ripe for the taking.
I stroke myself through my pants, teeth grinding, watching her ample chest rise and fall.
She shifts a bit. Stretching her arms over her head. Her full lips parted.
I move over her. One hand on the headboard. The other under my waistband.
I don’t need to imagine.
She’s right fucking here.
I watch her lashes flutter. Her soft thighs twitch. She makes this breathy little sound that’s part sigh, part whimper, and it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever heard in my goddamn life. My hand moves faster.
I think about what would comes next.
Waking her up with my tongue between her legs.
Whispering filth while I fuck her mouth with my fingers.
Holding her hips down while I come inside her for the first time. No condom, no pulling out, no fucking permission.
Letting her wake up full, confused… fucking ruined.
I finish hard, shuddering, panting through my nose so I don’t make too much noise.
