Page 31 of Marked & Bred By the Bratva
She sounds sleepy, confused.
I step into the bedroom. Her eyes widen when she sees me. The blood on my clothes, the expression on my face.
“Is that… blood?”
I don’t answer.
I cup her jaw. “I missed you, baby.”
She sits up, the sheet falling down to her waist. Her nipples are hard, despite the gory vision I must be giving.
I crawl on the bed without removing a single piece of clothing. Grip her thighs and shove them open.
“Gotta remind myself you’re still here. Still safe. Still mine.”
I bury my face in her pussy. Lick her until she’s grabbing the sheets and moaning my name. Filthy words pour from my mouth between strokes:
“So fucking sweet. My girl. My hole. Gonna keep you dripping. Always.”
When she whimpers, I flip her over, tug her hips back, and take her from behind. No condom. No permission. Just raw, brutal possession.
I fuck her with the blood of a dead man still on my skin.
My hand around her throat as I growl in her ear, “You’ll never leave me. I’ll kill anyone who even thinks about it.”
She comes trembling and crying out my name. Then I let go, emptying myself inside her again to the very last drop.
When we finally collapse together, I pull her into my lap, bury my face in her neck, breathing hard.
She traces a line down my jaw.
“What did you do today?”
I kiss her temple.
“Nothing you need to worry about, baby. You just keep being mine.”
Nineteen
Ava
I’m still glowing from the day Lev gave me: silk, diamonds and sushi so fancy I didn’t know which end of the chopsticks to use when I text Sofia to meet me for coffee. I need to do something normal. Reconnect with my life before him. The man who worships my body, treats me like his queen, and comes home covered in blood. I’m not dumb. I put two and two together. He was never my neighbor. Not really. He stayed in that seedy place to keep tabs on me. Watch me. And all the weird stuff that happened in my old apartment… yeah, my boyfriend was my stalker. He’s a dangerous man. But I’m not scared of him. I can’t explain it but I know to my bone that Lev would never hurt me. And I’m way too gone for him to care about how we met, how we got together. But I need this. Need to hang out with my girlfriend, get out of our place, be around normal people. And not just for work.
Lev didn’t like it. I saw it in the way his jaw clenched.
But he let me go.
Well. Sort of. He walked me in, bought both our drinks, glared at every man within fifty feet of us, then went back to the car parked outside and said, “Twenty minutes.”
That was twenty-five minutes ago.
And now, as I say goodbye to Sofia with a rushed hug and a too-loud “I’ll call you!” I can already feel the heat of Lev’s stare from across the lot.
His car door is open. He’s sitting in the backseat.
Waiting.
I climb in, cheeks burning. “Sorry I’m late.”
