Page 9 of Marked & Bred By the Bratva
My chest tightens. My cock pulses.
She has no idea how good she looks.
* * *
I slide into bed behind her, fully clothed. Hard. Buzzing.
I don’t rush.
I just press my chest to her back, curl my hand around her thigh, and inhale.
She smells like bar fries and sweat.
I push her legs apart gently and slip my hand between them.
Her pussy’s warm. Bare. A little wet already.
“That’s it, little girl,” I murmur against her neck. “Keep dreaming.”
She moans softly.
I rub slow circles into her clit, the way I’ve studied her fingers do it. The way she likes.
I spread her thighs wider, ease myself between them, and grind my cock along her soaked slit. Not inside. Not yet.
Just… there.
So she knows. So her body learns.
She gasps in her sleep, her hips twitching back toward me.
“Yeah,” I breathe against her shoulder. “Your cunt knows it’s mine.”
She whimpers. I rub harder. Her breath starts to hitch.
I press my fingers into her mouth, and she sucks on them instinctively.
My cock throbs.
I reach under her and rub slow, deep circles on her clit. She arches, lets out a soft mewl, and…comes in her sleep.
Fucking beautiful.
* * *
I pull her panties from under the pillow, the ones I stole last week, and wipe my cock with them.
Then I shove them between her thighs, let them soak up her slick while she sleeps open, ruined, twitching.
“You’ll smell me for days,” I whisper.
I press a kiss to her shoulder, slide out of bed, and step back into the walls.
Seven
Ava
I wake up tangled in my sheets, hair plastered to my cheek, thighs sticky like I had another dream I can’t remember, but my body definitely does.
