Page 29 of Marked & Bred By the Bratva
I step outside and pretend not to feel my thighs clench. I should be embarrassed. But I’m not. Not even a little.
He opens the door for me. Doesn’t say a word until I’m seated with my belt clicked, door shut.
Then he growls, “You smell like coffee and cunt. I’m fucking starving.”
I gasp, then laugh. “You’re disgusting.”
He just leans and kisses my jaw.
God help me.
* * *
In the car, his hand is on my thigh. Giving me slow strokes that are driving me insane. Just his thumb grazing the inside, brushing higher and higher, never touching where I want it.
“My friends want to hang out this weekend,” I announce, trying to break the silence. “I was thinking I could just Uber so youdon’t have to-”
“No.”
I blink. “No?”
“You’re mine. I’ll drive you. I’ll wait outside.”
“Oh, my God. What am I, a mafia wife?”
He turns to look at me, completely serious.
“Yes.”
I blink again.
He adds, “you’ll come on my cock before you leave. And when you get back.”
I stare at him. Then I huff, “So romantic.”
He smirks. “Don’t pretend you don’t like it.”
I kind of do…
* * *
At home, I peel off my shoes and start to head toward the bedroom. “Gonna change real quick…”
Lev doesn’t answer. But I feel the air shift.
Then I’m lifted. Legs over his shoulder, squealing as he carries me down the hallway like a damn caveman.
“You think I’m gonna let you walk around this house without mycum leaking down your thighs?”
“Oh my God, Lev.”
He growls, pushing our bedroom door open with one hand. Then the door slams shut behind us.
Eighteen
Lev
Ava sleeps like she always does now: naked, tangled in our sheets, her delicious mouth slightly open, one arm slung over the spot I just left. Her hair is a mess where it came out of her bonnet, and there are bite marks blooming on her inner thigh.
