Page 14 of Bribed & Bred By The BRATVA (Bred By The BRATVA #9)

She thinks it’s finished. That sliding down on me in this chair, taking me raw and spilling me into her body, was enough to satisfy me. She’s trembling in my arms, sweat damp on her skin, eyes dazed like she’s walked through fire and come out changed.

But she doesn’t understand.

I will never be finished with her.

I lift her off my lap, ignoring her little gasp when my cock slips free, wet and messy between us.

I don’t give her time to catch her breath.

I rise, drag her with me, and set her on the edge of my desk.

Papers scatter, a pen clatters to the floor, but I don’t care.

Nothing matters but the woman spread before me.

Her legs dangle off the side. I shove her knees apart, step between them, and pin her with a look so dark she freezes.

“Aleksei—” she whispers, still breathless, voice shaky.

“Shh.” I stroke a thumb along her thigh. “I’m not done with you.”

Her cheeks flame. She tries to close her legs, but I grip them firmly and pry them wider. My gaze drops to the wet heat between her thighs, swollen and glistening with my spend. The sight makes me feral.

“You’re full of me,” I murmur, voice rough. “But it’s not enough. It’s never enough. You need more. Your body needs to break on pleasure again and again until my seed knows exactly where to stay.”

Her eyes widen. “That’s not—”

“It’s true.” I cut her off with a growl. “Orgasms help the womb draw it up. They make it take root. Every time you shatter for me, your body clings tighter to what I’ve given you.”

She shakes her head, half-mortified, half-aroused. “That’s insane.”

“Maybe,” I say, already lowering to my knees between her legs. “But you’ll thank me when you’re swollen with my child. When you can’t deny that it worked. When I make you come so hard and so often you can’t even remember your name.”

She gasps as my hands grip her thighs, dragging her forward until her ass is flush with the edge of the desk. I bury my face between her legs before she can protest again.

Her taste hits me. Sweet, sharp, already laced with my own release, and I growl like a starving man given meat. My tongue works through her folds, slow at first, then harder when she squirms.

She cries out, clutching at the desk, her nails scraping wood. “Aleksei—oh God—”

“That’s it,” I rasp against her, lips slick, my stubbled jaw rough against her inner thighs. “Give it to me. Let me wring every sound from you. Every drop. It all belongs to me.”

I suck her clit hard, then soothe the sting with my tongue, circling, teasing until her hips buck helplessly. She tries to push me away once, shame flooding her face, but I growl and grip her wrists, slamming them flat against the desk.

“When will you learn not to hide from me?” I snarl. “Not now. Not ever. This is mine. Your body. Your pleasure. Mine to take. Mine to keep.”

Her resistance melts into moans, broken little sobs of want. I devour her, relentless, pushing her higher until she breaks with a cry that echoes off the walls. Her thighs clamp around my head, trembling, but I don’t stop.

I keep going.

Again and again, I pull orgasms out of her, dragging her past the edge until she’s sobbing my name, tears streaking her cheeks, her whole body wrecked.

Each time she comes, I whisper filthy promises against her skin, about how good she’s doing, how perfect she is, how every shudder makes her more ready to carry me.

By the time I finally ease up, her body is limp on the desk, hair damp and tangled, chest heaving like she’s run miles. Her thighs are slick with spit and come, trembling under my hands.

I rise, towering over her, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. My cock is rock hard again, aching to be inside her, but I hold back.

Because this was about her. About proving a point.

I grip her chin with one hand, tilt her face up, and press my mouth to hers so she can taste herself on me. She kisses me back weakly, dazed, pliant. Perfect. My other hand wraps around my cock and pumps ferociously.

“Now you understand,” I murmur against her lips, not relenting my pace as my balls tighten and heat flares up my spine.

“I won’t stop until your body learns me.

Until every nerve, every muscle, every beat of your heart craves me.

Until even your womb knows my name.” It’s all I need for my release as I squirt hot ribbons of my cum over her slick, pink, pussy with a grunt.

She whimpers, but she doesn’t pull away. Her hand clutches weakly at my shirt, holding me there.

I grin, sharp and satisfied. She’s wrecked, ruined, but she’s mine.

And later, I’ll ruin her all over again.