Page 9 of Kidnapped & Bred By The BRATVA
“Come for me,” he growls into my ear. “Show me who you belong to.”
The words tip me over the edge. My body convulses, walls clenching around him, white-hot pleasure exploding through every nerve. I scream his name, my voice breaking as the climax rips me apart.
He follows with a roar, thrusting deep, spilling inside me, marking me in the most primal way. His body shudders, his arms locking tight around me, and for a moment, it feels like the universe holds its breath.
Then silence.
Only our ragged breathing. Only the weight of him pressed against me, his cock still pulsing inside me, his lips brushing my temple.
And the knowledge, undeniable, irreversible, that I’ll never belong to anyone else.
Roman
The moment I slide inside her, the world ceases to exist.
I’ve fucked before, dozens of women, faceless, nameless, nothing more than warm bodies to take the edge off. But this isn’t fucking. This isn’t release.
This is war.
Her body clutches me like it was made for me, slick heat drawing me deeper, milking me with every thrust. Her head tips back, lips parting on a cry that makes my cock throb. I watch her unravel, the flush racing down her chest, the sheen of sweat on her skin, the way her eyes roll back when I grind against her just right.
It ignites something savage inside me.
I grip her neck just tight enough to feel her pulse hammering against my fingertips, and drive harder, faster. Each slam of my hips is a claim, a brand, a vow.Mine.Her nails rake my back, her legs tighten around me, pulling me closer, demanding more.
When she comes apart beneath me, screaming my name, I lose it. Her body spasms around me, clenching, desperate, and I roar as I spill into her, burying myself deep, grinding until I know she feels every drop. Until there’s no mistaking what I’ve done, what I’ve made her.
Ruined. Owned.
My chest heaves as I collapse against her, my weight pressing her into the mattress. Her fingers curl into my shoulders, not pushing away, not resisting. Clinging.
For a long moment, all I hear is her ragged breathing, the frantic pound of her heart against my chest. I inhale her scent, sweat, sex, the faint sweetness of her arousal, and something tightens low in my gut.
I don’t just want her. I need her.
And now she’s mine.
We lie in the silence, waiting for our breath to return to normal, for the world to rebalance, and it isn’t long before her breaths come deep and rhythmic.
I leave her sleeping, tangled in the sheets, skin flushed from my touch. Her lips are swollen, her thighs trembling even in rest. Satisfaction rolls through me at the sight. She won’t forget tonight. She won’t forget me.
Downstairs, my brothers wait.
The lounge is dimly lit, glasses of vodka glinting on the low table. They look up as I enter, four sets of eyes sharp and amused.
“Well,” Nikolai drawls, a smirk tugging at his mouth. “That didn’t take long.”
Mikhail chuckles, low and knowing. “Our Roman, finally tamed.”
“Fuck off,” I growl, grabbing a glass and tossing it back. The burn sears down my throat, but it’s nothing compared to the fire still raging in my veins.
Aleksei leans forward, grin wide. “You swore you’d never settle down. Swore no woman could keep you.”
I shrug, pouring another. “I didn’t settle. I claimed.”
Their laughter echoes, sharp and mocking, but I let it roll off. They understand. They all recently found their wives in a similar way. That feeling the second I saw her. They felt that too. That truth screaming in my blood…They get it.
Maksim’s gaze is steadier than the rest. “Your timing was… inconvenient.”
