Page 6 of Watched and Bred by the Bratva (Bred by the Bratva #7)

I lower my face until her nose brushes mine, until she feels the heat simmering under my control. “You say you’re broken. You say you’d give yourself to anyone if you could. That’s the lie that ends today.”

Her eyes shimmer, wet and wounded. “You don’t understand—”

I crush her lips under mine—no softness, no hesitation, just the brutal claiming of what I’ve already decided is mine. She gasps into me, sound breaking, and when her lips part like she might object, I swallow it down until it bends into a whimper instead.

Her chest is heaving under my weight, trembling. I drag the silk higher, bunching it to her waist, and rip away the lace barrier without pause. She jerks at the tearing sound, a little sob catching in her throat.

“Don’t—”

“Don’t what?” My mouth works lower, nipping at the frantic pulse in her throat. “Don’t let you feel what you’ve been begging yourself for in secret?”

Her lips press closed, but her whole face betrays her. The way she shudders. The way her eyes dart away. She doesn’t say no. She can’t. She only trembles against me, pupils blown wide, caught at the cliff edge.

I pin her wrists above her head, my lips dragging lower. I yank the neckline of her dress down, her breasts spilling into my hands, beautiful and flushed.

“Nikolai,” she gasps, voice trembling.

“Do you want me to stop?” My voice is harsh, guttural, but steady.

Her throat works. Her lips wobble. Softly—too soft to be anything but truth—she whispers, “No.”

That’s all I need.

I take her nipple into my mouth, sucking hard, tonguing until her whole body arches off the table with a hitched gasp. “Sounded like yes to me,” I murmur against her breast.

“No—Nikolai—ahh—” Her voice breaks again, half protest, half moan, her thighs shifting restlessly under her dress.

I let her wrist go, seize her hand, and push it against her breast. “Show me how you touched yourself. Show me.”

Her dark brown eyes fly wide. A shake of her head. Breathless: “I can’t.”

“You can,” I growl, pinching the other nipple between my teeth before lifting my mouth to her ear. “I’ll make it easier. Answer me. Do you want me to make you come?”

Her chest seizes, lips trembling. She can’t speak at first. Then a cracked whisper: “…Yes.”

The sound detonates in my veins.

“Then do what I tell you. Play with your nipple while I play with everything else.”

She obeys. Tentatively at first, palm cupping herself, thumb circling with a choked gasp. The sight of her doing that under my command makes my vision go black at the edges.

I kiss my way down her belly, her skin twitching under each drag of my mouth. By the time I open her thighs wide and sink lower, her breaths are sharp, ragged, punctured with tiny whimpers.

Then she’s bare to me. Beautiful brown lips glossed with the wet of arousal, framed by soft curls like velvet. Perfect. Real. Untouched.

Her thighs tremble, knees jerking, her hands faltering against her chest.

“Don’t hide from me. Look at me,” I order, lifting my head to pin her with my stare.

She forces her lashes open, wet dark brown eyes locking on mine. Vulnerable. Trembling. Goddamn exquisite.

“That’s it. Keep playing with those nipples. Don’t stop.”

I lower myself and taste her. Tongue dragging from slick folds up to her swollen clit.

Her mouth opens on a loud cry, her hips jolting. “Oh—God—Nikolai—”

“Do you want this?” I ask, tongue flicking again, holding her captive under my gaze.

“Yes—oh God—yes—I—don’t stop—” she gasps, voice breaking.

Her honesty rips me apart.

“Good girl.” I feast on her, mouth sucking, tongue circling deliberately over her clit while her gasps spiral higher. Her hips rock against me, instinct finally taking over.

I capture her hand again, drag it down, force her fingers to circle her clit while I press deeper with mine. Her face flushes in shame, but her hand moves, clumsy at first, then desperate.

“That’s it,” I rasp, my mouth against her thigh, two fingers sliding slow inside her heat. She clenches, walls gripping hard, her nails scraping the table as she pants. “Tell me what you feel.”

Her cry tumbles out: “Full—so—full—” Her thighs shake, her toes curl, her lips part wider as she moans without control.

“Yes, full of me. You’ll always be full of me.” I thrust rhythmically, curling my fingers until her pupils go glassy, her breath snatched into broken sounds.

She gasps, shaking her head, as though she can still fight it. “I—I can’t—”

“You can. Do you want to come for me?”

Her voice breaks again, caught between sob and moan. “Yes, I—yes, I want—”

“Then give it to me. I need it. This is life. Give me life, Zara.”

Her whole body seizes, every muscle clenching. Her head tips back, lips split on a cry, arms shaking violently. She starts to retreat from it, tension pulling her away at the edge—

“Don’t. You. Dare,” I snarl. I shove her hand aside and clamp my mouth on her clit, sucking ruthlessly, tongue punishing.

Her scream cracks the air. Her orgasm tears through her in violent waves, her body detonating under me, cunt spasming hard around my fingers, wet rushing as she shakes and shakes.

Her moans spiral freer, higher, rawer. Broken “yes—yes—yes—” spilling into the space between us, the sound I’ll live on until I die.

I don’t stop. I force her through the aftershocks, pinning her hips when she tries to twist away from the overwhelming sensitivity, keeping my mouth locked on her clit, my fingers thrusting deep.

“You’ll take another. And another. Until you know you were never broken.

You were waiting for me to drag it out of you. ”

Her cry cracks into another scream as the second orgasm bowls through her, more savage than the first.

I don’t let her go. Not until she’s clenching and sobbing, not until the table beneath her is slick with her wetness and her voice is hoarse from screaming my name.

Only then do I rise, my mouth and jaw wet, my cock straining against my slacks like steel. I lean over her ruined body, foreheads crashing together, voice ragged as I force her to look at me.

“No boys. No men. No one else.” My words are steel and fire, seared into her mind. “There was only ever me. And now your body knows it.”

Her scream fades to ragged sobs, her body trembling under mine like she’s run herself to collapse. The table beneath us is damp with sweat and slick. Her thighs are still shaking around my hips, every nerve raw, betrayed by how easily I dragged the truth out of her.

I release her wrists at last, but her hands don’t push me away. They clutch my shirt in trembling fists, like she doesn’t know what else to hold onto. Like letting go would drop her into a void.

I tip her chin up with a single finger, forcing her tearstained gaze to mine. “Look at me.”

Her lashes flutter, heavy, defeated, dazed. Her lips open on a whimper.

“You’re not broken,” I growl, words edged with the vow I’ve bled for.

“You were only waiting for the man strong enough to take your body past the fear. And now you know—there will never be anyone else. No boys. No men.” I lower until my forehead rests against hers, breath mingling with her gasps. “Only me.”

Her dark brown eyes glisten. Her lips tremble. No words come. Just a small, shivering exhale against my mouth, like even that truth is too heavy for her to carry yet.

I seal it with a kiss that’s raw and claiming, not asking, not giving her air to deny it. When I lift my head again, she collapses forward into my chest, her voice nothing but a weak sob tangled with my name.

That’s enough. For now. I won’t take more when her body’s already wrecked, when she trembles too hard to even stand. Her first fall is mine, and I’ll savor it before I demand the rest.

I gather her up off the ruined table, holding her damp and boneless in my arms while shards crunch under my boots. She curls instinctively against me, her head pressed to my throat, breath struggling but still there.

She doesn’t even realize what just happened. But I do.

The cage she thought was permanent? I’ve smashed it open. And by the time I’m finished with her, she’ll learn a darker truth—that the only ties she’ll ever have again are the ones I put on her.