Page 24 of Bought By the Masked BRATVA
"Yes, Liam,” I say, my words breaking with effort to hold onto the fraying edges of control. “Fuck me like that, make me yours completely," I gasp out, reveling in the raw power of saying it aloud, of owning this moment as much as he does. The desk creaks under our rhythm. He reaches forward, changing the angle at which his cock fills me and I see stars. His hand snakes around me, pinches my nipple, sending sparks through me that build into a fire I can't contain.
Sweat slicks our skin as we move together, no longer just him claiming me but us claiming each other. My moans mixing with his grunts in a symphony that's all heat and hunger. His other hand slides around to my front, fingers finding my clit and rubbing in tight, insistent circles that make my vision blur, the pleasure coiling tighter with every word he whispers.
"You're so fucking tight,milost, squeezing me like you were made for this. Made for me to ruin and rebuild."
I twist my head to look at his face. His jaw is tight, his gaze heavy with arousal as it meets mine.
"I'm going to keep fucking you until you're swollen with my baby, Grace, marking you as mine in every way that lasts. I’ll brand you from the inside out. I will fill you full of my cum every day until it takes."
I arch my back and grind against his touch, loving how his filth fuels me, turns me into this fierce, unapologetic version of myself. A woman who doesn't just survive but thrives in the chaos we've created. I reach beneath us, my palm cupping his full, heavy balls, urging him on.
“Fuck me Liam, fill me,” I beg, because now this new life is the only thing that makes sense.
My body is electric and alive, every nerve singing with the truth that I'm no longer broken, no longer running.
"Don't stop, Liam, give it to me, all of it," I demand, my words matching his intensity, pushing us both toward the edge where everything shatters and reforms.
The build is relentless, his cock hitting that spot inside me over and over, his fingers working my clit, until the world narrows to just this, just us. The news droning in the background is a distant echo of my old life crumbling away.
When the orgasm crashes through me, it's not just release, it's rebirth. My body clenching around him in waves that pull him deeper, my cry echoing off the walls as I come undone. I feel myself rebuilt in that instant, stronger, more powerful than I ever dreamed possible. A queen in his empire, unbreakable and fierce. He follows right after, thrusting one last time with a roar, I lightly squeeze his balls as he fills me completely.
Just as he promised.
His release is hot and claiming, binding us in this new reality where I'm not just protected, but empowered, ready to rule at his side.
Epilogue
Grace
The Orlov estate has never looked more alive.
Sunlight glints off the stone steps where guests spill out in couture and champagne, laughter mingling with the low hum of power. I stand at the top of the staircase, fingers wrapped around a bouquet of white roses and baby’s breath, the weight of the diamond band on my finger warm against my skin.
Liam’s family fills the front rows. Saoirse, elegant and unflappable; Iris, radiant in emerald; Killian and the others watching with quiet, loyal amusement. And just beyond them, familiar faces from extended family, Elena and Artem Orlov. He nods once when our eyes meet, that sharp, assessing Bratva gaze softening only slightly when he looks at Elena, who is every bit as pregnant as I am.
My heart beats slow and sure. I thought I’d feel nervous, but I don’t.
The ceremony is short. Powerful people don’t like to linger in one place, even for love. But when Liam slides the ring onto my finger and murmurs“Moya milost, moya zhena,”against my ear, the world narrows to a single point of light.
The applause fades to a blur of sound. I catch a glimpse of Artem raising a glass, Elena smiling at me with quietunderstanding. They know what this means. What it costs to bind yourself to a man who rules empires in shadows.
I rest a hand on my stomach, over the gentle swell that wasn’t there a few months ago. Liam’s hand covers mine immediately, his thumb tracing the curve possessively. There’s no hiding it now. The Bratva already know. So does the world.
He didn’t save me. He found the woman I was beneath the ashes of my old life and helped her burn brighter. Then we built an empire of our own.
When the reception quiets, I step away from the noise, out onto the terrace overlooking the gardens.
The news broke yesterday, an early wedding gift, it seems.
EDWARD HARTLEY FOUND GUILTY IN FEDERAL CORRUPTION TRIAL.
Disgraced Senator Sentenced to Twenty Years.
I smile, slow and satisfied. His downfall was a masterpiece of precision. Carefully orchestrated leaks, evidence packages, and financial trails that led him straight to ruin. Every headline, every asset seizure, every burned contact… it was surgical.
And it was me.
Liam may have the power, but I had the evidence and at times, the strategy. Together, we are unstoppable.
