Page 19 of Bought & Bred By the Bratva

“This pussy belongs to me,” he growls, fucking me slow and hard, hand gripping my waist. “You understand?”

“Yes. Aleks, yes—”

“Say it.”

“It’s yours. All yours. Only yours.”

He grabs my hair, pulls me up against his chest, one hand sliding around to my belly, palm spread wide.

“You’re mine,” he says again. “Mine. This baby is mine. This body—this little heart that keeps doubting me—all fucking mine.”

He thrusts harder, faster. I’m falling apart, clinging to his arm, sobbing his name as my orgasm hits me like a freight train.

I come with a scream, and he follows—growling, pulsing deep inside me, filling me with heat and filth and a possessive sound that makes my entire body shudder.

—-

Later, when we collapse onto the bed, tangled and breathless, he drags me into his chest and presses his mouth to my temple.

“I’m gonna take care of you. Of our child. Of your siblings. All of it. You hear me?”

I nod.

“I’m gonna marry you, Sierra. Not because I have to. Not because you’re pregnant.”

He lifts my hand, kisses each knuckle.

“But because you’re mine. And you always will be.”

Chapter 13

SIERRA

The estate is quiet.

Too quiet.

Aleks hasn’t been here in… twelve days, maybe thirteen. I stopped counting after the tenth night of sleeping alone in his massive bed, curled on my side, pillow hugged tight to my chest while my belly slowly rounds with the baby he left in me.

Left.

That’s what it feels like.

I keep telling myself he’s busy. Handling Bratva business. Protecting us. That he’ll come home with blood on his hands and his arms wide open.

But then I remember how long it’s been since I heard his voice. Since I saw his name light up my screen. Since he touched me, kissed me, looked at me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered.

And a sick, cold thought starts whispering in my ear.

He’s done with you.

—-

I haven’t made any moves. I can’t. Not with Andrey and the others shadowing my every step, subtly reminding me I’m under “protection.”

But I’ve started researching.

Pulling up job listings in secret.

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