Page 34 of Marked & Bred By the Bratva
Lev watches every bite I take.
When I reach for the tart, he catches my wrist. Cuts a piece with his fork and feeds it to me.
Then he licks a smear of ganache from my bottom lip.
My entire body buzzes at the sweep of his tongue.
“You wet for me, baby?”
I choke. “Lev, we’re in public.”
“No one would dare look. And if they did, I’d kill them.”
* * *
Back home, he carries me inside. He doesn’t let me walk. Just scoops me into his big arms like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
He undresses me slowly. Kisses my knees. My toes. My palms. Then he takes me to our sprawling bathroom and washes myhair in the bath he ran for me. After that, he pulls me into his lap, wet, naked and warm all over.
I melt into him.
He lays me on the bed like I’m delicate.
And then he fucks me like I’m his. Deep and long. His hands everywhere. His mouth on my breasts, licking, sucking, biting. His voice low and filthy.
“Look at you. My perfect fucking girl. Dripping for me.”
I wrap my legs around his waist. “Lev—”
“Say it.”
“Yours. I’m all yours.”
His entire body shudders and he comes so deep inside me, I feel him in my bones.
And my heart almost explodes when after, he pulls me on top of him, covers me with a blanket and kisses my temple.
Twenty One
Lev
I button the collar of my black dress shirt and study myself in the mirror.
Clean-shaven. Hair slicked back. Jacket tailored to my frame. No blood, no blades, no evidence of what I am. Just a man about to meet his girl’s family.
Except I’m not just a man.
And Ava’s not just a girl.
She’s mine. And these people she comes from—they need to understand that.
“Is this too much?” Ava asks from behind me, her reflection joining mine.
She’s in a pale green dress that hits mid-thigh, a soft cardigan hugging her curves, her hair half-up. No makeup except for gloss on her lips.
“You’re perfect,” I say without hesitation.
She shrugs, fidgeting with her sleeve. “They’ll know I’m insane for bringing home a Russian mobster who looks like he eats people for sport.”
