Page 27 of My Bratva Stalker

She moans, panting, her hands pressing harder to the tiles.

I slow. Hold her still. Make her feel it.

“You can handle it, love.”

Marie nods shakily.

I groan, thrusting a little deeper.

“This is mine too, printsessa.”

When she moans in pleasure, I fucking lose it.

I press my full weight against her back, stretching her, filling her, breaking her open completely.

Her body shudders, her breath ragged.

I drop my mouth to her ear.

“I fucking own all of you.”

She whimpers, wrecked, overwhelmed, completely mine.

Marie

I can’t breathe. Can’t think.

Viktor is too big.

Too deep.

Too much.

Every inch of me is stretched, filled, claimed.

His cock is slowly sinking inside me, forcing me to take all of him.

I try to breathe through it, to relax, to adjust—

But he doesn’t let me.

His hands are everywhere.

One grips my waist, holding me still.

The other slides up my spine, curling around my throat, keeping me in place.

I whimper, my fingers pressing against the slick shower wall.

My body isn’t ready.

But he doesn’t care.

He just groans, pressing deeper, making me take it.

“You feel that, printsessa?”

I sob, nodding weakly.

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