Page 21 of Kidnapped & Bred By The BRATVA
“Light it,” I say, handing her the matches. She strikes one and watches the flame as it flares bright, biting at the dark.
Her gaze lingers on the gown.
“Olivia.” My voice is rougher than I mean it to be. “If this hurts you, we’ll leave it.”
She shakes her head quickly. “No. It doesn’t hurt because I wanted it. It hurts because… because of the girl I used to be. The one who thought if she just behaved well enough, one day she’d earn the love she so desperately wanted from her father.”
Her throat works as she swallows. “That little girl deserved better. I can mourn her, but I won’t be her anymore.” She flicks the match into the basin and steps closer to me, coiling her arm around my waist and resting her head against my chest.
For a moment nothing happens, and then the fire catches, crawling greedily across the fabric. Smoke coils upward, black and acrid, the gown twisting and shrinking as the flames devour it.
Olivia doesn’t look away.
Tears slip down her cheeks, shining in the firelight, but her spine is straight, her chin lifted. She looks powerful standing there, the blaze reflected in her eyes.
I wrap my arm around her shoulders, pulling her tighter against me. “Good,” I murmur into her hair. “Burn it all. None of it touches you now. Will never touch you again.”
Her hand clutches mine, fingers lacing tight. “I’m free.”
“Not free.” My lips brush her temple. “Claimed.”
She laughs then, broken and beautiful, leaning into me as the last of the satin crumbles into ash. Then she turns and pulls me down for a kiss before sinking to her knees and pulling my belt open.
“Olivia…” I say, my voice low.
“No,” she replies, “let me.”
She pulls my cock free from my trousers and tentatively takes the head into her mouth. Her inexperience is obvious, and yet somehow so sexy. She takes more and more of my cock into her mouth, as much as she is comfortable with, and swirls her tongue around me until I can feel the precum leaking from the tip. She lifts those wide grey eyes up, meeting my gaze and my cock jerks in response.
“Olivia,” I groan reaching down for her shoulders. “I’m not going to come in your mouth.”
She frowns, releasing my cock with a pop and sending jolts of pleasure down my shaft. Fuck me, I never thought I’d see the day where I declined to come in a woman’s mouth, but it seems wasteful when we can put my seed to good use.
“Was I doing it wrong?” she asks, and I have to expend every ounce of control not to spurt all over her face.
“No, I need you to stand up.” She does as I ask and I kiss her deeply before spinning her around and bending her over the edge of the fountain. I pull down her slacks and her panties and thrust my cock into her with such savagery I don’t know how she stops herself from screaming.
“You put your mouth on me like that, Krasivy, you’re going to drive me wild.” I’m relentless, pumping into her, knowing her fluttering walls are going to drag me over the edge in seconds. I reach for her clit, wanting her to enjoy herself before I’m too blinded by my own pleasure to selfishly finish without her.
“You’re too fucking sexy to get away with it, Olivia, now I need to remind you who owns you.” She clings onto the stone edge of the old fountain, the fire from her dress dying out in front of us, only ash remaining.
“Yes Roman,” she gasps between my thrusts. “I’m yours.”
I lightly pinch the bundle of nerves between my thumb and index finger and now she can’t hold back the screams. I come, hot and hard inside her. Pushing harder with each release of cum, wanting it as deep as possible. My vision darkens at the edges as her cunt milks me, always wanting more, wanting everything I can give.
By the time I’m spent and my cock is twitching, I’m leaning over her, the warmth from the fire dying and quickly being replaced by the cold night air. We don’t need words to mark this. We both know that everything has changed. I know I’ve just watched her become the woman she was always meant to be.
Not a pawn.
Not a prisoner.
A queen.
My queen.
Epilogue
Olivia
