Page 31 of My Bratva Stalker

I growl, gripping her ass, fucking up into her harder.

“Say it, Marie.”

She cries out, trembling, her eyes rolling back.

I groan, kissing her hard, swallowing her gasps.

I suck her bottom lip into my mouth, biting down before pulling away.

Then I whisper against her lips—

“I own you, baby. Every inch. Every hole. Every fucking moan. Say it.”

Her nails bite into my skin again.

Her walls contract.

Her breath shatters.

And finally—

She breaks.

“I belong to you.”

Marie

I can’t move.

I don’t even think I have bones anymore.

My body is shaking, completely spent, every inch of me marked, claimed, ruined.

I should feel ashamed. Overwhelmed.

But all I feel is him.

His cock still buried inside me, keeping me full, making sure I don’t forget who I belong to.

His hands gripping my hips, holding me down, not letting me move by an inch.

Viktor’s breath is rough against my ear, still panting, still spent from what he just did to me.

He stays there, unmoving.

Keeping me plugged, stretched, claimed.

His cum leaks out, hot, thick, dripping between my legs.

I try to shift, whimpering at the sensitivity, the ache.

He grunts, gripping my waist tighter.

His voice is rough and unrelenting.

“Stay still, printsessa.”

The water is still running, still hot, but I feel cold without his touch.

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