Page 25 of Bought & Bred By the Bratva

ALEKSANDER

I was supposed to drop off a document.

Nothing more.

But then I heard her voice. And I looked through the doorway.

And I saw her.

In white.

Curves hugged by silk. Hair pinned back. Lips soft and parted. Thigh bare through a slit that should not be legal.

I step inside. Slowly.

Everyone else disappears.

I cross the room in silence.

She watches me, wide-eyed, hands hovering like she’s not sure whether to cover herself or stand taller.

“You like it?” she asks softly.

“I want to ruin it.”

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SIERRA

He’s behind me in a blink.

Big hands at my waist, mouth at my ear.

“I want to pull it up and fuck you in front of the mirror,” he murmurs, voice low and lethal. “Right now.”

My knees go weak.

“There’s someone waiting—”

“I don’t care.”

He spins me gently to face the mirror, presses his chest to my back, and slides one hand up the front of the gown—palming my breast through the delicate fabric while the other moves down.

“I’ll buy five more dresses if I have to,” he growls. “But I need to see your face when I come inside you wearing my ring.”

I gasp as he slips his fingers under the gown, brushing over my panties—silk, white, soaked.

“You wore white under white,” he mutters. “You trying to kill me?”

I grip the edge of the vanity as he pushes them aside and sinks two fingers inside me from behind.

“Hold still,” he says. “Watch yourself. Want you to see what I do to you.”

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ALEKSANDER

She trembles under my hand.

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