Page 4 of Bribed & Bred By The BRATVA (Bred By The BRATVA #9)
The nightdress clings to her curves, thin cotton that barely disguises the tremor in her body. She lies back on my bed as though every nerve is taut with fear, with anticipation. Good. Fear and desire are twins. Both sharpen a woman until she is nothing but truth.
I shrug out of my shirt, letting it fall to the floor. Her eyes flicker to the scars across my ribs, the ink twining over muscle, but she doesn’t look away. She’s stronger than she knows.
“Spread your legs.”
Her breath hitches, but she obeys, parting slowly, hesitantly, the nightdress riding up to bare pale thighs.
My cock hardens at the sight; the discipline I’ve clung to all day fraying with every heartbeat.
“Look at me,” I command.
Her lashes lift, her gaze tangling with mine. Wide, dark, uncertain, but burning.
I step closer, one knee pressing into the mattress, then the other. The bed dips under my weight, and she makes a sound, soft, caught between fear and hunger, that nearly undoes me.
“You think this is a bargain,” I murmur, lowering over her, bracing myself on either side of her trembling frame. “But bargains can be broken. What I’m giving you is fate.”
Her lips part to deny it, to cling to whatever lie she tells herself, but I swallow the words with my mouth on hers. The kiss is consuming, punishing, relentless. Her gasp opens her wider, and I take every inch, tongue pushing deep until she whimpers against me.
Her body arches, legs trembling, thighs tightening around my hips like instinct. She doesn’t realise she’s already giving herself to me, not because of the contract or the ring but because her body craves what only I can give.
When I drag my mouth from hers, she’s panting, eyes glazed. My hand slides down, catching the hem of the nightdress, pushing it up and over her hips. My fingers stroke the heat between her thighs through the thin scrap of cotton she wears. She jolts, a sound breaking from her throat.
“That’s it,” I growl. “You feel it too. You belong here. In my bed. Around my cock.”
I tear the last barrier away, baring her completely, and her cheeks flush scarlet. She tries to cover herself, but I catch her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand.
“You’re mine now,” I say, voice low, rough with hunger. “Every breath. Every shiver. Every part of you.”
And when I finally push inside her, slow but unstoppable, her cry is everything I’ve been waiting for, fear and surrender braided into one.