Page 22 of Marked & Bred By the Bratva
I blink up at the ceiling, definitely not my ceiling, and try to remember how the hell I got here. Not like I blacked out or anything. I remember all of it. Vividly. Every second of it burned into my brain. Every filthy word, every stretch, every sound I didn’t know I could make.
And him.
Lev.
I turn my head slowly, and there he is. Sitting in a chair like he’sthe king of some dark empire. Shirtless. Big, scary, beautiful. All muscles, high cheekbones, cut jaw, scruffy face, intense eyes, and tattoos. One long, muscular leg sprawled out, his broad chest on full display, one big hand resting low on his thigh, the other one casually scrolling through his phone like he didn’t just wreck my virginity with absolutely no remorse. Or condom.
He looks at me.
Eyes still hungry.
“Hi,” I croak out.
His full mouth twitches. Not quite a smile, the man doesn’t do those, but it’s softer than usual.
“Hi,” he rumbles.
That’s it. That’s our whole conversation. And yet I’m flushed like he just read me a dang poem.
I pull the blanket up to my chest. My whole body aches in the best way. My thighs are sore. My pussy’s sore. But I’m pretty sure I’m glowing. And leaking.
“I feel like I was…”
“Bred?” Lev says flatly.
“Oh, my God.” I press both hands to my face. “You can’t say stuff like that.”
“I did.”
“I hate you.”
He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “No, you don’t.”
I peek at him through my fingers. “Maybe just a little.”
He makes a low sound. Dangerous. Warm.
Then he stands, towering over the bed, and peels back the blanket from my body.
“I should go,” I whisper, even as I don’t move an inch.
“No.” His voice is a growl now. “You’re not going anywhere.”
He kneels on the mattress, his large hands sliding up my calves, making me shiver.
“I meant, go home.”
“You are home.”
His mouth finds my knee. My thigh. My hip.
“With me,” he mutters, dragging his lips lower. “Tasting so fucking sweet. Looking at me like you’re mine.”
“I didn’t…”
“You do.”
He spreads my legs like he’s unwrapping a present and presses a kiss to my still-sensitive clit.
