Page 23 of Bought By the Masked BRATVA
She swallows, voice barely above a whisper. “That’s… a lot.”
“It’s everything,” I say simply. “I don’t do halves.”
For a moment she just stares at me, searching for a trap. There isn’t one. Finally, she exhales, slow and shaky, and a faint, reckless smile curves her lips.
“Then I guess I don’t either, but you should probably know I’m not on birth control anyway. I wasn’t in a relationship before all this and never saw the point. I suppose we both got a little carried away and didn’t stop to think.”
The sound that escapes me is half laugh, half growl. I stand, pulling her up with me. She fits against me like she was carved to fill that space.
“You understand there’s no turning back now,” I murmur against her temple.
She tilts her face up. “Good. I don’t want to.”
My control frays at the edges. I kiss her, slow and claiming, the kind of kiss that writes vows on skin. When she melts into me, the sunlight flickers across her face, and I know the decision is made.
She’s mine. Entirely.
And when I pull back, whispering against her lips, it’s a promise wrapped in warning.
“Then welcome to the family,moya milost.”
I watch her face light up as she settles the thought of starting over as part of my world. Part of my life. The news replays Hartley's downfall, that weight finally lifting from her shoulders, and it hits me how fucking beautiful she is when she's free like this.
The sheet clings to her curves, barely hiding what's mine, and with her confession still hanging in the air, I can't wait another second. I spin her around to face the TV, pressing her back against my chest, my hands sliding down to grip her hips through the fabric.
"Look at that, Grace," I murmur against her neck, nipping at the skin there. "That's what happens when someone fucks with what's mine. And now you're all mine. No more running, no more hiding."
She nods, her breath catching as I tug the sheet loose, letting it pool at our feet, exposing her naked body to the cool air of my office. The TV glow casts shadows over her skin, highlightingthose perfect tits and the dip of her waist, and my cock twitches hard against her ass.
I drop to my knees behind her, turning us both so I’m facing her and she can still see the screen. My hands spread her thighs apart. She's already glistening, wet from our earlier sex and the heat building between us, and I groan at the sight.
"You're soaked for me again," I say, my voice rough as I lean in, inhaling her sweet musk. "This pretty pussy is mine to taste whenever I want. Spread wider,milost, let me see how much you need this."
She obeys, lifting one knee and resting her foot on the edge of my desk as her hand comes to my head and her nails scrape across my scalp. I dive in, my tongue flat against her folds, licking a long, slow stripe from her entrance to her clit. She moans, her hands bracing against my shoulders now for support.
I grab her ass cheeks, pulling her closer to my mouth. I suck on her clit hard, swirling my tongue around it, tasting every bit of her sweetness mixed with my cum from before.
“Oh god, Liam—” Her voice is a moan and a plea, all at once, and my cock jerks as a bead of precum leaks from the tip.
Her hips buck against my face, and I thrust my tongue inside her, fucking her with it relentlessly, my nose pressing against her clit as I devour her. She's dripping down my chin, her moans filling the room over the drone of the news, and I love how she trembles under my grip.
"You taste so fucking good," I growl between licks, sliding two fingers inside her to curl against that spot that makes her cry out. "This is all mine—no one else gets to have you like this. Say it, Grace, tell me this pussy belongs to me while you come on mytongue." I suck her clit between my lips and flick my tongue over it.
She gasps out a fractured “Yes,” as her body shakes against my head. I suck her clit harder, pumping my fingers faster, and she shatters, her walls clenching around me, flooding my mouth with her release. I lap it all up, not stopping until she's boneless and whimpering, her foot falling back to the floor and her knees buckling as I hold her up. Only then do I stand, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, pulling her into my arms with a possessive kiss that lets her taste herself on my lips.
I drag her around my desk so we are both facing the television. She is still trembling with aftershocks, whimpering as pleasure and fatigue war inside her. She bends easily, leaning on her forearms.
"That's it, Grace, watch the world burn while I fuck this cunt like it's my dying wish. You're mine now. My everything. And I'm going to make you come so hard you forget anything else ever existed."
Grace
The stretch is exquisite as he enters me again. It’s as if finding out I’m not on any contraception has woken a need in him that neither of us could have ever foreseen. His dirty mouth, describing what he is going to do to me, electrifies my blood. Turns me into something I’ve never known. Needy and desperate to be filled by him. Desperate to give and take as much pleasure as possible with him.
I brace myself over the desk and meet his thrusts. My breasts hang heavy beneath me, brushing the varnished wood with each pound of our bodies. His words keep pouring over me like molten heat, each filthy promise wrapping around my nerves and setting them alight.
"I'm going to fill you up, Grace, breed this perfect pussy until you're carrying my child," he grunts, his voice rough and commanding as he slams into me deeper, harder. His hands gripping my hips like he owns every inch of my body. And God, I love it.
I love the way his dirty mouth strips away the last shreds of who I used to be, that polished, careful woman who played politics from the shadows. I push back against him, meeting every thrust with a roll of my own, my body demanding more, taking control in ways I never knew I could.
