Page 18 of Bought & Bred By the Bratva

And then?

He ruins me.

Again.

He drops me onto the bed like I weigh nothing.

Then stands over me, breathing hard, jaw clenched, eyes blazing.

“You’re pregnant.”

“I just said that—”

“You’re carrying my child,” he growls, low and rough like gravel. “Inside you. Right now.”

His voice goes soft, reverent. “Fuck.”

He strips in three seconds flat—shirt, belt, pants—all gone. His body is big and brutal and tense with something wild.

I sit up slowly, legs dangling over the edge of the bed, heart pounding.

“Aleks, I—”

He’s on his knees in front of me before I can finish.

His hands slide under my shirt. “Take it off.”

I lift it. He does the rest.

He kisses my belly. Then again. And again.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, rough fingers gliding up my thighs. “Already glowing. This body was made to carry me. Made to keep me.”

His tongue finds the seam of my underwear and I cry out as he licks me through the fabric—slow, firm, claiming.

Then he pulls my panties down, eyes never leaving mine, and spreads me open like I’m a gift he’s unwrapping for the second time.

“I’m gonna eat you ‘til you scream,” he mutters.

And he does.

Long, filthy licks. Tongue deep and greedy. He groans against me, licking like he’s starving, hands gripping my thighs to hold me still as I writhe and sob and come hard with a helpless cry.

“Fuck—Aleks—”

“Not done,” he growls.

He turns me over, pulls my hips back until I’m on my knees, and climbs up behind me.

“You got my baby inside you,” he says low against my ear. “So now I get to fuck you whenever I want.”

I arch back. “Do it. Please.”

He pushes into me in one long, brutal stroke.

I gasp. Moan.

He’s deep. So deep I see stars.

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