Page 6 of Bought & Bred By the Bratva

“What the fuck did you think were you doing in there?” I growl.

Sierra looks up, bravely meeting my gaze. “I didn’t have a choice, Mr. Maksimov.”

Her voice is steady, but her eyes tell a different story. I see the fear, the desperation. It makes me want to drag her close, mark her, and tell her she’s safe now. That she’s mine. But I hold back.

“You should’ve fucking come to me,” I grit out, eyes still locked on hers.

Her chin lifts, and I see fire in her dark gaze. “I barely know you, sir.”

Fucking, sir. I grip her chin, forcing her to look at me. My thumb brushes her full bottom lip, and she shivers. Her eyes are wide, but never leave mine.

Sierra blinks up at me, gasping in shock, and it’s all the opening I need. I lean in, crashing my mouth against hers. The kiss isrough, all hunger and desperation. She tastes like everything I’ve been starving for. Sweet. So fucking sweet. My tongue tangles with hers, my lips all over her mouth, my teeth grazing. My hand slides down, finding her knee and pushing her dress up, and I can feel the heat pouring off her. She fucking wants me.

I break the kiss, letting my forehead rest on hers. “You’re mine now,” I rasp out, my hand sliding between her legs.

Her kiss-swollen lips part, and she nods, her eyes hazy and full of need. And that’s all the permission I need. I slip my fingers between her legs, feeling the wet heat of her pussy through her panties.

I rub circles over her clit, and she gasps, her body arching into my touch. I push the lacy fabric aside, finding her slick and ready. My thick middle finger slips between her folds then slides inside her wet, tight pussy, and I watch as her head falls back, a moan slipping past her lips. Fucking beautiful. I feel the small barrier of her innocence. Fuck me.

I growl, my cock throbbing like a motherfucker as I imagine how she’ll feel wrapped around me. How fucking amazing it will feel to push through and slide where no man has been before. To watch her paint my shaft crimson. “Bet you’re gonna take all of me like a good fucking girl.”

Her eyes flutter, and she grips my arm, her nails digging in. I work her slowly, feeling her juicy pussy clench around my fingers. I want her soaked, fucking dripping for me. Stretched. Needy. I want to breed her, fucking fill her up so much she knows exactly who she fucking belongs to.

When Sierra comes, her entire body shudders, and she moansmy name. The sound is pure bliss to my ears, and it takes everything in me not to pull her on my cock right then. But I keep working her, feeling her cream spill over my fingers as her body milks every fucking drop of pleasure.

I pull my fingers out, and without breaking eye contact, I bring them to my mouth, tasting her. “Fucking perfect,” I mutter, my eyes fluttering. “You taste like heaven, sweetheart.”

Her full tits are still heaving, and she’s looking at me all wide-eyed, like she doesn’t know what to do with herself. I lean in and take her ravaged mouth again, unable to resist her look of wonder, her mussed hair, her swollen lips. Fuck, it’s like she just experienced a miracle. Got plenty more where that came from, baby girl.

And that’s how I fucking want her—wrecked and fucking needy for me.

Chapter 4

SIERRA

The car pulls up to Aleksander’s mansion, and my chest feels tight. It’s the same tall iron gates, manicured lawns, and imposing building that screams of money and power. I remember feeling out of place the last time I was here. But now? It feels like stepping into a lion’s den, and I’m the prey.

My heart’s still racing from what happened in the car. I can still feel Aleksander’s long, thick fingers inside me, the way he touched me like he fucking owned me, pleasure building inside me until I shattered.

And I know he felt it—when his fingers brushed against that barrier inside me. I’ve never had anyone touch me like that, especially not his prick of a son. And I almost forgot what it meant. Almost. Until the memory of the auction comes back. They had to make sure I was “untouched.” The woman who checked me had a cold, clinical attitude, and when she told me to lie back and spread my legs, I felt every inch of my skin burn with embarrassment. It was invasive. When she finally nodded and marked down whatever she needed to write, I felt sick to my stomach. But I had to remind myself—this was the price to pay for keeping us safe. I had no choice.

Aleksander’s hand tightens around mine as he pulls me up the steps and through the front door. His grip is firm, possessive. The hallway is just as grand as I remember—high ceilings,marble floors, and chandeliers that look like they belong in a palace. But this time, it feels even more suffocating.

He leads me past the entryway, up the massive staircase, and I have to fight the urge to pull away, to turn and run. I can feel his eyes on me, and it’s like he can see past my fear and bravado, straight to my soul.

We reach a set of double doors, and he pushes one open, revealing a bedroom that looks like it was made for a king. Huge bed in the center, dark wood furniture, and heavy curtains that block out the world.

He closes the door behind us, and my heart’s pounding so loud I swear he can hear it. His fiery eyes lock on mine. There’s no escaping. His gaze is so fucking intense. It’s like he’s ready to devour me. And part of me wants exactly that. To give in so he can make me forget everything.

Aleksander steps closer, his rough fingers wrapping around my arm. “You know why you’re here.”

I nod, swallowing hard. I do. But it doesn’t make it any less terrifying.

“You’re mine now, little girl.” His voice drops. There’s a rough edge to it that makes my knees feel weak. “I’m gonna make sure you understand what that means.”

My whole body’s buzzing. My pulse is outta control, and my skin’s all hot, like it’s too tight. I keep telling myself to calm down, but it’s impossible when every instinct’s screaming that I’m way outta my depth.

Aleksander’s presence fills the room. He’s massive, deadly gorgeous, and every time his eyes lock on mine, I feel tingly all over. The look he gives me is wild and possessive, fucking feral.And yeah, it should make me wanna run, but all it does is make my skin burn hotter.

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