Page 22 of Bought & Bred By the Bratva

He spreads my thighs wide and licks me so slow, so deep, my breath stutters. Then faster—mouth sealed over my clit, his fingers thick and rough inside me, curling up, coaxing my orgasm like he owns it.

“You thought I forgot this pussy?” he growls, voice muffled by flesh. “I dream about this pussy. I’ve been fucking my hand for weeks thinking about how tight you are when you come.”

“Aleks—oh my God—”

“You don’t get to run, Sierra. You run, I’ll chain you to the bed and breed you all over again.”

I shatter.

Hard.

Convulsing around his fingers, hips bucking, thighs trembling.

He doesn’t let up. Just sucks harder until I’m crying, gasping, pleading—

“Please—please fuck me—”

He stands, yanks his zipper down, and pulls out his cock—hard, thick, heavy, already leaking.

“You still mine?” he growls, pressing the head against my entrance.

“Yes.”

“You still carrying my baby?”

“Yes, Aleks. Yes.”

“You gonna put my name on your lease next time you try to run?”

“Yes!” I scream. “Yours. Always yours.”

He slams inside me.

Deep.

Hard.

Like a man trying to erase all memory of distance.

He doesn’t hold back. His grip is bruising, his thrusts brutal. I clutch at the sheets, at his arms, at anything that will anchor me as he fucks me through all the silence, all the fear, all the weeks I thought he was gone.

“You wanna leave?” he growls into my ear.

“No—God, no—”

“You think any man could do this to you but me?”

“N-never,” I sob, coming again—ripping apart under him, mypussy spasming around his cock.

He roars as he spills inside me, thrusting deep, hard, full.

Then stills.

Our breaths are ragged.

He leans down, kisses my swollen lips. Then my forehead. Then the swell of our baby.

“You belong to me,” he whispers. “You stay with me.”

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