Page 26 of Bought & Bred By the Bratva

Tight. Wet. Mine.

Two fingers work inside her, slow and deliberate, curling just right. I press my palm against her lower belly and lean into her ear.

“Don’t look away.”

She shudders.

“Look at yourself,” I growl. “Watch what I do to you. I want you to see how fucking ruined you are.”

Her moans echo off the walls. Her eyes flutter as her legs start toshake.

“You see that flushed face? See your tits heaving? That’s what you look like every time you come for me.”

She whimpers. “Please—Aleks—make me—”

“Beg louder.”

“Please, Aleks—make me come—”

“That’s better.”

My thumb finds her clit. My free hand wraps around her throat—light pressure, just enough to hold her still.

“Come for me, bride. Soak these silk panties while you watch yourself fall apart.”

She shatters.

Hard.

Arched, pulsing around my fingers, her body gives out.

And I don’t stop.

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SIERRA

I’m still gasping—legs trembling, heart racing—when he doesn’t pause.

He lifts my gown higher, unzips his slacks, and frees his cock. Thick. Hard. Desperate.

“You see that?” he growls, one hand gripping my hip. “Look what you do to me.”

He thrusts into me in one brutal stroke.

I cry out—loud and raw—and he groans like he’s just found heaven.

“This dress isn’t white anymore,” he growls. “It’s mine now. Ruined. Just like you.”

His hand comes back to my throat, controlling my movement. His other palm strokes low across my belly like he’s already picturing it round with his child.

“You want me to put a baby in you while you’re wearing this dress? Knock you up in front of the mirror?”

“Yes—oh my God—”

He slams into me. Over and over. Until I’m shaking again.

“Watch,” he growls. “Watch me breed you.”

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