Page 30 of Bought & Bred By the Bratva

“It’ll look better on the floor.”

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Fifteen minutes later, I step out of the bathroom wearing it.

Barefoot, flushed, nervous.

Aleks is by the window, staring out at the Milan skyline like he owns it. When he hears me, he turns—

And goes still.

Completely still.

His eyes drop.

Stay.

Darken.

He moves toward me with slow, dangerous precision.

Then stops right in front of me, fingertips brushing the curve of my hip.

“I don’t think you understand,” he says softly. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

He cups my face, kisses me so gently it nearly breaks me.

Then he walks me backwards until the backs of my thighs hit the edge of the bed.

“Sit.”

I do.

He kneels.

And ruins me.

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ALEKSANDER

She tastes like silk and sin.

I eat her with the hunger of a man who’s been starving since the day he met her. I make her come twice before I even unbuckle my pants—once with my tongue, once with two fingers and nothing but my breath on her throat.

Then I lift her—carefully, reverently—and press her up against the tall glass window.

Outside, the lights of Milan glow golden.

Inside, I fuck my wife like I’m trying to brand her from the inside out.

“Can they see us?” she whispers, flushed and panting.

“Does it matter?”

Her laugh dies when I slam into her deeper. She gasps, legs tightening around me.

“You’re mine,” I growl. “They should see.”

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