Page 26 of Marked & Bred By the Bratva
“Louder.”
“Yours, Lev!”
I kiss her neck and whisper, “This is where you live now.”
And she doesn’t argue.
Fifteen
Ava
I wake up with a pillow under my cheek and the knowledge that I now have a man wrapped around my whole damn life.
Soft sheets. Thighs sore. Throat dry. My lower back aches in the best way.
Lev’s massive bed smells like sex, money and him. Clean sweat, woodsy cologne, and something dark. My legs are sticky with our combined juices and sweat. My nipples sting from sucking, biting, pinching and rolling. I’m pretty sure I’m still full of cum.
Welcome to your new reality, Ava.
I reach for my phone and find it already charging on the bedside table. Of course he would. It’s almost noon. I have three missed calls from work, two voicemails, and one group chat that reads like a full-blown missing person report.
“Oh, my God,” I mutter, sitting up. My stomach muscles cry. Mycore pulses.
When I manage to make my way to the living room, I find Lev shirtless, in gray sweatpants, casually pouring coffee into two black mugs like this is any other morning. Like I didn’t lose my virginity with his hand around my throat less than twelve hours ago.
“You’re awake.” He walks over, sets my coffee down on a massive table, then kisses my temple like we’ve been doing this for years.
I blink. “I have to go.”
“No,” he says, and walks away.
“Lev…”
“You can’t go back there yet. Not until you’ve eaten. You’ll pass out. You’re still wrecked.”
I look down. His shirt’s hanging off my shoulder. The inside of my thighs glisten. My whole body is a sore, well-fucked mess.
“Okay,” I mumble. “Maybe… breakfast.”
He smirks like he’s won a battle. “That’s my girl.”
* * *
Breakfast is a tray of croissants, honey butter, berries, and fresh-squeezed juice he allhad delivered.
I squint at him, chewing slowly. “You’re not gonna let me go home, are you?”
“Nope.”
“I have a job.”
“I’ll drive you.”
I set down the croissant. “To and from work?”
His face darkens. “Yes, Ava. If you go to work, I’m driving you there. And if anyone bothers you, looks at you wrong, I’ll slit their fucking throat.”
I gape and he just shrugs.
