Page 27 of Marked & Bred By the Bratva
“Oh my God.”
“I’ll take you to work. But don’t forget who put that glow on your face.” He leans in close, his thumb brushing my lip. “Don’t forget what’s dripping out of you right now.”
I squirm in my seat.
“You want to be independent, fine. Work. See your friends. But I’m always with you.”
“So I’m like… what? A prisoner on parole?”
“You’re my girl.” He cups my jaw.
I roll my eyes, but my pulse skips. “Okay. Fine. You can take me. But I’m picking the music in the car.”
“Deal,” he murmurs with a small smile that illuminates his ruggedly handsome face.
* * *
We don’t even make it out the door.
I’m bent over the kitchen island, knees weak. Lev’s sweats halfway down his thighs.
He’s got one hand on my neck, the other palming my breast, and his cock buried deep inside me.
“You think you can go out there with this pussy empty?”
His voice is pure gravel.
“I’m not sending you to work with anything less than a full reminder.”
He grunts, pulls back, then slams into me so hard I see stars.
“I’ll stuff you with so much cum you’ll have to clench the whole shift just to keep it in.”
“Lev…fuck!”
“Yeah, that’s it,” he groans, thrusting harder. “Let the whole town hear.”
My nails scrape the counter. I’m already close, unraveling. He pounds into me like he’s branding every inch from the inside out.
“Who do you belong to, Ava?”
“You…fuck…Lev, you!”
“That’s right, baby.” His voice breaks on a growl. “You go out there today with your pussy full of my cum.”
He thrusts once more, deep and possessive.
Sixteen
Lev
We stop at Ava’s place for her to change, pack her shit to put in my car, and I drop her off at work. Let her kiss my cheek. Watch her walk into that fucking smoothie bar in a little blue sundress that hugs her full, round tits, bouncy ass, and long legs.
She doesn’t see the way my jaw tightens when some prick at the register tells her good morning. Doesn’t hear the sound of my fingers snapping the leather of the steering wheel. She just smiles. Waves. Shuts the glass door behind her and disappears into that little world she insists on keeping.
She wants work? Fine.
But I’m the one who drives her. Picks her up. Stalks the parking lot if she stays late. Every second she’s out of my sight, I count. Because I know what the world is. I know how fast good things get taken.
