Page 24 of Marked & Bred By the Bratva
“Say it.”
“I would’ve let you…fuck, please…”
He slams into me.
No buildup this time. No easing. No teasing.
Just filthy, relentless claiming.
His fingers lock around my jaw, forcing me to look at him while he wrecks me all over again.
“You’re not going anywhere, sweetheart,” he growls, thrusting hard into my weeping pussy. “Gonna stay in my bed. Keep this pussy wet. And let me fuck you full every night until you know who owns you.”
“Lev!”
“Say it.”
“You…you own me…”
“That’s right,” he snarls, burying himself to the hilt. “All fucking mine.”
Fourteen
Lev
Ava’s still shaking when I carry her to the bathroom.
Couldn’t walk if she tried. Not after what I did to her last night and this morning. Her legs went limp halfway through, and I didn’t stop. Not when she begged. Not when she sobbed. Not even when she moaned my name like a prayer and a curse in the same breath.
She’s mine. And this is what mine looks like.
Wrecked. Owned. Fucking full of me.
I sit her on the closed toilet lid and hold her chin while I brush her teeth. She giggles, sleepy and dazed, while I tug her shirt over her head. No bra, no panties. I clean her up.
Ava doesn’t protest. She leans into my every touch.
“Lev,” she murmurs, eyelids heavy. “You’re gonna make me fall in love with you.”
I grunt. Cupping one full breast, thumbing her nipple until it peaks under my palm. “That’s not a threat, angel. That’s a fucking promise.”
* * *
Next, I dress her with one of my shirts, sweatpants, and hoodie.
Everything’s oversized. Making her look so fucking cute, it hurts. My girl, in my clothes. Fuck.
Then I take her hand and lead her out.
“You hungry?” I ask.
She yawns. “I think I burned three thousand calories.”
I smirk. “Good. You’re about to burn more.”
She blinks up at me, smiling, and I don’t tell her what I’m really thinking.
I don’t say I want to feed her forever. That I’m never letting her leave.
