Page 15 of Watched and Bred By the Bratva
“You’ll never have to wonder if you’ll feel normal with someone else. There is no one else. There is only me. And I will drag the pleasure out of you until you’re wrecked with it. Understand?”
Her lashes flutter, and her whisper is choked. “Nikolai…”
God help me, the way she says my name kills me. I almost soften. Almost let her keep her shield. But then I rememberthose words again—any boy—and the vision of her with anyone but me steels my spine.
I catch her chin, thumb stroking once over trembling lips. “You will come. For me. Because I say so. And when you finally feel it, you’ll know why I could never let you belong to anyone else.”
She doubts me. That’s fine. I’ve always been a believer in doing more than talking. But one thing she has to understand. So I growl it out clearly, leaving no mistakes.
“Zara, look at me.” She slowly lifts her eyes. I wait even though the few seconds ignite me further. “There will be no boys. No men. No one. Do you understand?”
Her dark brown eyes widen a bit before she nods. It’s not quite the reassurance I need, but I’ll take it.
I stand, hauling her up with me in one rough motion. Her toes barely hit marble before I lift her onto the edge of the table I’d set with roses and linen, the table I imagined her eating at like a queen. Plates and fruit scatter when I sweep an arm across, glass splintering against the floor. The civilized world is gone. All that’s left is us.
Her hands press against my chest, not pushing me away but shaking. “Please…”
I catch both wrists easily, pinning them flat beside her on the table.Pleaseisn’t no. It’s terror clashing with the want she won’t let herself admit.
I lower my face until her nose brushes mine, until she feels the heat simmering under my control. “You say you’re broken. You say you’d give yourself to anyone if you could. That’s the lie that ends today.”
Her eyes shimmer, wet and wounded. “You don’t understand—”
I crush her lips under mine—no softness, no hesitation, just the brutal claiming of what I’ve already decided is mine. Shegasps into me, sound breaking, and when her lips part like she might object, I swallow it down until it bends into a whimper instead.
Her chest is heaving under my weight, trembling. I drag the silk higher, bunching it to her waist, and rip away the lace barrier without pause. She jerks at the tearing sound, a little sob catching in her throat.
“Don’t—”
“Don’t what?” My mouth works lower, nipping at the frantic pulse in her throat. “Don’t let you feel what you’ve been begging yourself for in secret?”
Her lips press closed, but her whole face betrays her. The way she shudders. The way her eyes dart away. She doesn’t say no. She can’t. She only trembles against me, pupils blown wide, caught at the cliff edge.
I pin her wrists above her head, my lips dragging lower. I yank the neckline of her dress down, her breasts spilling into my hands, beautiful and flushed.
“Nikolai,” she gasps, voice trembling.
“Do you want me to stop?” My voice is harsh, guttural, but steady.
Her throat works. Her lips wobble. Softly—too soft to be anything but truth—she whispers, “No.”
That’s all I need.
I take her nipple into my mouth, sucking hard, tonguing until her whole body arches off the table with a hitched gasp. “Sounded like yes to me,” I murmur against her breast.
“No—Nikolai—ahh—” Her voice breaks again, half protest, half moan, her thighs shifting restlessly under her dress.
I let her wrist go, seize her hand, and push it against her breast. “Show me how you touched yourself. Show me.”
Her dark brown eyes fly wide. A shake of her head. Breathless: “I can’t.”
“You can,” I growl, pinching the other nipple between my teeth before lifting my mouth to her ear. “I’ll make it easier. Answer me. Do you want me to make you come?”
Her chest seizes, lips trembling. She can’t speak at first. Then a cracked whisper: “…Yes.”
The sound detonates in my veins.
“Then do what I tell you. Play with your nipple while I play with everything else.”
