Page 32 of Marked & Bred By the Bratva
His arm snakes out. Grabs me and drags me to him.
I squeal and fall straight into his lap.
“You smell like cinnamon,” he says darkly, burying his nose in my hair.
His hand moves under my dress like he owns the space. “Why the fuck did you take so long, little girl?”
“We were just talking, I didn’t realize…”
He pulls my panties aside and slides two fingers in without any warning. I gasp, clinging to his shoulders, my thighs already shaking.
“Lev—”
“You’re wet. Dripping.” His voice is lethal. “You missed me too.”
I don’t answer. I can’t. My head is tipped back, my lips parted, my breath catching every time he curls his fingers just right.
He growls in approval. “Turn around.”
“What?”
“Hands on the window. Now.”
I blink at him. He cocks his head with that dark, warning look on his face.
I scramble to my knees and face the glass.
My breath fogs it instantly.
He doesn’t waste a second to pull his huge cock out, my dress up. And in one brutal thrust, I’m choking on a scream.
His hand covers my mouth. “Shut it, sweets. Can’t let the whole fucking world hear what’s mine,” he growls in my ear. The graze of his lips making me shiver all over.
The car rocks with every stroke. I see myself in the window reflection. My wide eyes and smeared lipstick.
And behind me?
Lev’s face. Possessive. Savage. So fucking beautiful.
“Look at you,” he snarls. “So pretty like this. So fucking perfect.”
My hands slide on the glass. My pussy clenches. My voice breaks when I say his name.
He grips my hip tighter, growling, “You want me to fill you upagain?”
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
“I want your cum inside me, Lev.”
He slams in deep. Groans. And spills everything.
We stay like that, me pressed to the window, his cock buried inside me, the scent of sex thick in the air.
Then slowly, he pulls out, tugs my dress back down, and helps me sit.
“You did good,” he murmurs, brushing my hair back. “So fucking sweet. Letting me spoil you.”
