Page 23 of Marked & Bred By the Bratva
“Lev,” I moan, my hips twitching.
“I’m not done, little one,” he says into me, his breath hot. “You think one night means you’re broken in? You haven’t even seenwhat I look like when I lose control.”
And then he shows me.
* * *
His mouth is on mine again before I can blink.
Not kissing.
Fucking consuming.
His tongue is slow and lazy, like he’s trying to drive me crazy, and it’s working. My back arches. I gasp. My hands scramble for something, anything, and find the headboard.
“Lev… wait…”
“No.”
That’s all he says. Just no, like I asked him if the sky was purple, and he’s correcting me. His voice is even rougher now, gravelly.
“Too sore,” I pant, twitching against his mouth.
He pulls back just enough to say, “You can take it.”
Oh God.
I shouldn’t like that. I shouldn’t melt at those words. But the ache between my legs flares hot again, fresh and greedy.
He drags one palm up my thigh, over my belly, and presses it flat between my breasts keeping me still.
“Already so fucking wet,” he mutters, his tongue stroking deep. “You say you’re sore, but your pussy’s begging.”
“Because you…”
“Because you like being used.” His voice drops lower. “You like me ruining you.”
He shoves two long, thick fingers inside me before I can answer. Slow, deep, and ruthless.
I cry out, grabbing his wrist. Looking for an anchor.
“Look at you,” he whispers, watching me like I’m something fascinating. “With your tight little hole clenching around my fingers. Still leaking from last night. You gonna beg me again to stop, baby girl?”
My mouth opens but no words come out.
He smirks. “Didn’t think so.”
He hooks his fingers and hits something that makes my whole body jerk.
“Lev!”
“Should’ve done this the second I met you,” he growls, crawling up over me. “Should’ve pinned you down on that hallway floor, fucked you right there, made you mine while you still had that clueless smile on your face.”
I gasp as his cock nudges at my entrance, thick, hot and leaking precum.
“You would have let me,” he whispers, darkly, almost cruelly.“Wouldn’t you, my sweet girl?”
I nod helplessly, moaning, rolling my hips to meet his small thrusts. “Yes.”
