Page 20 of Bribed & Bred By The BRATVA (Bred By The BRATVA #9)

The house is quiet. Mateo sleeps in the pool house. The guards have rotated twice; the grounds are still. For the first time in days, there is only her and me.

She sits on my bed, hair loose around her shoulders, nightdress soft against her skin. Her hands twist in her lap, nervous and uncertain, though her eyes betray the truth. She wants me.

I step closer, slow enough that she can feel the weight of every inch I close between us. My hand cups her jaw, thumb stroking her cheek. Her lips part, soft and trembling.

“You think I only want to take from you,” I murmur. “That all I know is roughness. But I want to worship you, Isa. Every inch. Every breath. Until you understand there is no part of you I don’t claim.”

Her breath hitches. “Aleksei…”

I kiss her before the fear can take root. Slow. Deliberate. My lips moving against hers like I have forever to teach her what I mean. She sighs into me, her hands lifting hesitantly to clutch my shirt.

“Lie back,” I whisper against her mouth.

She does, stretching across the dark sheets, pale skin glowing under the lamplight. I strip slowly, letting her watch, letting her see the hunger in me that doesn’t waver. When I join her on the bed, I don’t rush. I take my time.

I kiss her throat. Her collarbone. The slope of her shoulder. I linger at each place until she squirms beneath me, until her voice breaks on a gasp. My hands map her body like territory, not to conquer, but to honor.

“You are mine,” I tell her, pressing my lips to the soft underside of her arm. “This skin. This blood.”

My mouth trails lower, across the swell of her breast. She arches, a moan spilling from her lips. I take her nipple between my teeth, gentle, teasing, then soothe it with my tongue until she’s trembling.

“This,” I growl softly, “will change when you carry my child. Heavier. Fuller. You’ll ache, and I’ll be the one to soothe you. I’ll fuck you and suck you with until your milk spills sweet across my tongue.”

Her whole body shudders, torn between shame and heat. “Aleksei—”

I don’t let her hide. I move lower, kissing every inch of her stomach, my hand spreading wide across her belly.

“And here. I’ll fuck you when you’re round and swollen, when your body shows the proof of me.

I’ll watch you walk through these halls with my seed heavy inside you, and I’ll never let anyone forget who put it there. ”

Her hands clutch at my hair, her thighs opening for me without thought. Her breath is ragged, begging even as the words stick in her throat.

I slide lower, settling between her legs, kissing the inside of her thigh. “Even here,” I murmur, “I will worship you. Every night. Every day. Until you know that your pleasure is mine to guard, to build, to break.”

My tongue finds her, slow and reverent. I taste her like she’s communion, savoring every flicker of heat. She gasps, writhing, but I hold her steady, drinking in every sound. When she breaks apart, it’s soft and desperate, her body trembling under my hands.

I don’t stop. I rise over her, sliding into her slowly, inch by inch, until she’s filled to the hilt. Her nails bite my shoulders. Her eyes lock on mine.

“Breathe,” I whisper. “Feel me. Every part of you was made for this.”

I move slow. Deep. Each thrust drawn out, giving her time to feel the stretch, the fullness, the inevitability. She clings to me, whimpering my name, her body answering mine with every shiver.

“When you’re pregnant,” I murmur against her ear, “I’ll fuck you just like this. Slow. Careful. Worshipful. I’ll hold your belly while I move inside you. I’ll tell you how beautiful you are when you’re carrying our future. And you’ll believe me.”

Her breath catches. Tears shine at the corners of her eyes, not from pain but from something deeper. She whispers, “I believe you.”

The words detonate inside me. I groan, thrusting deeper, kissing her like I’ll never let her breathe without my taste again.

She breaks again around me, clenching, crying my name. I follow with a growl, spilling deep inside her, grinding until she’s full of me, until I know she’ll carry the memory of this with her into every dream.

I hold her after, still inside her, our bodies slick and joined. My hand rests on her stomach, my mouth at her temple.

“You’ll give me everything,” I murmur. “And I’ll give you more. Even when your body changes. Especially then. I’ll fuck you when you’re swollen, when you’re sore, when you think you can’t be touched. And I’ll make you remember that you are mine.”

Her voice is soft, shaky, but sure. “Always.”

I close my eyes. For the first time in years, I believe in something bigger than myself.

I believe in her.