Page 52 of Innocent Prey of the Bratva

“You’re insane.”

I press her onto the bed, my body stirring. “Don’t test me,” I growl into her ear. “I may not take it easy on you this time.”

She rolls her eyes. “Were you easy on me yesterday?”

“Yes. You want to see what I’m like when I’m not going easy?”

Something flashes in her eyes, and I take it as a “yes.” I flip her onto her stomach, force her arms behind her back, and wrap the sleeve of my shirt around her wrists, knotting so hard she won’t be able to break free.

“What are you doing?” she grunts into the bed.

“Shhh.” I kiss the curve of her back. She’s my favorite pet. My favorite toy. My favorite everything. “Be still. I’ll be as gentle as you make me.”

“Kaz.” She wiggles her hips. “You’re not—”

She swallows her words as I thrust into her—so hard, so deep, so sudden, she cries out.

“Kaz!”

“If you hate it,” I grunt. “Tell me to stop. I’ll stop.”

She whimpers and moans, but doesn’t say stop. I force her face into the mattress, holding her in position as I fuck her like I didn’t just deflower her last night. I know I should be gentle, and I really wanted to, but she arches her hips, meeting my thrusts halfway with deep shrieks.

My grip on her arm is so tight, I’m certain I’ll leave imprints on her skin, but I don’t stop. I’m mindless. A fucking animal.

“Kaz, please. Slower…” she moans.

“No.” I pound into her even harder. “I need to mark you. You need to know who you belong to.”

“You.”

A single word. But it overturns my world and almost drives me to insanity.

“You’re a good girl.” I lean forward, licking the shell of her ear. “You’re mine. You bleed for me, cry for me, and come for me. Do you understand that?”

“Yes.”

“Louder.” I pull out completely and slam into her again.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she cries.

“Now come for me.”

On my command, she comes—a groundbreaking orgasm that pulls me into mine. I hold her close as the pleasure spirals through me, better than anything I’ve ever experienced. As my sanity returns, I loosen the knot around her arms and adjust her body with mine.

We don’t move. The room is quiet except for the sound of our breathing. My body still covers hers, her heartbeat steady under my palm.

I don’t say anything for a long time. I just hold her. Let the silence stretch between us like something sacred. Something I’m not used to.

She’s the first to speak.

“Will you always be like this?” Her voice is low, amused. “This possessive?”

I tilt my head, resting my mouth in the curve of her neck, breathing her in. She smells like sweat and sex and mine.

I could lie. Tell her it’ll get easier. That I’ll loosen the grip. That I’ll become better.

But that would be the biggest fucking lie I’ve ever told.