Page 28 of Bought & Bred By the Bratva

I’m Aleksander Maksimov’s wife. His obsession. His queen.

And this baby growing inside me? He’s already sworn his life to protecting her.

As I walk down the aisle, my hand rests on the swell of my belly, and Aleks’s jaw ticks. His eyes darken like he wants to devour me right here, in front of everybody. I swear I feel my knees go soft.

I smile.

This man is going to ruin me tonight. And I’m going to let him.

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ALEKSANDER

She’s fucking glowing.

Radiant in white, with soft curls pinned back and a veil that barely hides her smile. And that belly—round with my baby—has me so feral I can barely breathe. Every step she takes toward me feels like a prayer being answered.

I don’t care who’s in this chapel.

Her piece-of-shit parents?

My disappointment of a son?

They’re all here because I commanded it. And they’re going to sit quietly and watch me put a ring on the only woman I’ve ever wanted.

When she reaches me, I take her hand and place it on my chest, right over my heart.

“Mine,” I say low, just for her.

“Always,” she whispers back.

And when the priest starts talking, I don’t hear a word of it. All I hear is the blood rushing through my ears and the need pounding in my chest.

To take her.

Claim her.

Fill her up again, right on top of our wedding bed.

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I don’t wait.

The second the door closes behind us, I lift her into my arms and toss her onto the bed like a doll. Her dress is already half-undone because I couldn’t keep my hands to myself in the limo.

She’s breathless. Laughing. Glowing.

And fucking mine.

“I told you,” I growl, pulling her gown the rest of the way off, “I was gonna wreck you tonight.”

She bites her lip, spreading her legs for me as I slide her panties down. “Then do it, husband.”

I drop to my knees, pushing her thighs apart. “You gonna take my cock while carrying my baby?” I kiss the swell of her belly, then bite the soft inside of her thigh. “Gonna let Daddy fill you up again? Knock you up while you’re already full?”

Her moan is all the permission I need.

I eat her like I’ve been starved. Tongue deep in her soaked pussy, hands gripping her thighs so tight she’ll bruise tomorrow. She comes with a cry—loud, raw, perfect—and I don’t let up. Just suck and lick and tease her clit until she’s sobbing for more.

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