Page 31 of Bought & Bred By the Bratva

I grip her ass, lift her, control every stroke until she’s shaking against the glass.

“Can feel your walls fluttering,” I mutter, voice breaking. “Pussy’s just as hungry as you are, huh?”

She whimpers.

“You want me to fill you up again?”

“Yes,” she cries. “Please.”

I slam in deep and stay there, hips grinding, cock thick and throbbing as I empty into her again and again, whispering against her neck, “My wife. My baby. My fucking world.”

—-

Later, she falls asleep on top of me, bare and glowing, while the city pulses below us.

I stare up at the ceiling, hand on her belly, cock already hard again.

Yeah.

One week’s not gonna be enough.

—-

SIERRA

“You want me to go in there alone?”

Aleks lifts a brow from the backseat of the blacked-out town car.“I want you to enjoy yourself.”

“I’m pregnant, hormonal, and definitely not wearing designer heels.”

“That’s why you’re going shopping.”

He leans in, kisses the corner of my mouth. “There’s a card in your purse. No limit. If they hesitate, tell them your husband’s name. They’ll either faint or offer you stock options.”

I snort.

But when I walk into the boutique and say “Maksimov”, they don’t blink.

They bow.

—-

Two hours later, I’m dripping in silk.

A salesgirl zips up a velvet wrap dress over my belly and gasps like she’s seen heaven.

Aleks walks in just as they’re piling bags onto a cart, and the room goes silent.

He walks straight up to me, eyes sweeping over the dress.

Then he grabs my hand and turns to the sales associate. “She’ll take this one.”

“Yes, Mr. Maksimov. It’s yours.”

“No. She’s mine,” he corrects, pulling me flush to his chest.

“She gets everything.”

I barely manage to gasp before he leans down, voice low and dark, “Get the car ready. I’m gonna fuck her in the back seat before dinner.”

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