Page 7 of Bought & Bred By the Bratva

I try to remind myself why I’m here. I knew what I was signing up for—or at least I thought I did. But being in his space, feeling the weight of his stare, it’s hard to think straight. All I can feel is how his scorching eyes drag over me, lingering on my naked body.

The air feels heavy, and I’m hyper-aware of him—how close he is, the heat coming off his huge body, the way his jaw tightens like he’s barely hanging on by a thread. I know I should be scared. And I am a little. But my body’s saying something else altogether. My breath’s coming quicker, my chest heaving, and my nipples are hard as hell again. My thighs squeeze together of their own accord.

It’s fucking confusing. This mix of terror and hunger. I don’t understand how he has this effect on me, why my body reacts this way, even when my brain’s screaming to keep my guard up. I know he’s dangerous, but there’s a promise of safety in the way he’s acting like I’m his. Really his. And it scares the shit out of me how much I want to lean into it.

I take a deep breath, trying to settle myself. I have to remember who this man is and what he’s capable of.

He pulls me close, his powerful hands gripping my hips, as his mouth crashes down on mine. The kiss is fierce and hungry. All tongue and teeth, and it feels like every bit of control I’ve got left is slipping away. The taste of him, his hard body, the heat emanating from it. His hands are everywhere—grabbing andsqueezing my waist, my ass, my tits. Then he pulls back, eyes dark, blazing with heat.

“Get that fucking dress off!” His voice is rough and commanding. “Now.”

My hands shake as I reach for the zipper, then peel the fabric down. The air feels cold against my skin, and I’m suddenly hyperaware of every inch of myself, of the way Aleksander’s eyes roam over me, dark and possessive. My dress falls to the floor, and I stand there in nothing but the lacy panties they had me wear.

Aleksander steps back, his gaze locked on me, taking in every detail. His gaze feels like a physical touch. Like his hands are all over me again. “Fuck, you’re perfect.” Then he cups my cheek with surprising gentleness, his thumb brushing over my lower lip. “I need to make you mine. Now.”

His fingers hook into the waistband of my panties, dragging them until they’re at my feet. The air feels thick between us, and when his hand moves between my legs, I freeze. He’s gentle. Grazing over my bare pussy that was waxed for the auction (it’s like they removed every hair on my skin and scrubbed me raw), but when his fingers slip inside me, everything stops.

His touch is slow and deliberate. Then he brushes against my hymen again, making me gasp. His eyes meet mine, and there’s this primal look there. “So fucking tight. Untouched. You know how wild that drives me, sweet girl?”

Oh My God. His voice. That low gravel. I bite my lip, feeling heat rush through me.

Aleksander leans down, his lips right against my ear. His breath, warm, his scent surrounding me. “I felt that, sweets. Felt how your tight little cunt clamped down on my fingers,” he growls, his voice rough. “You’re gonna paint my cock red with your sweet virgin blood, sweetheart.”

A shiver runs down my spine, and I know I should be terrified, embarrassed, maybe even mad. But all I feel is this overwhelming need. I want him to do it. I want Aleksander Maksimov to be my first. I want him to fuck me, claim me, and make me forget everything else.

He abruptly pushes me down on the bed, the sheets feeling cool against my skin. He climbs on top of me, his big, calloused hands rough as they explore every inch of my body. Squeezing and kneading my full flesh. Pinching and rolling my nipples. Licking, sucking, biting at the tender skin of my neck, the top of my breasts. Making me feel dizzy and small under his large body. When he finally spreads my legs, I’m so ready, so fucking desperate for him to finally take me.

He undoes his zipper, pulling himself out, and I watch in frantic fascination, my breath coming out in short, fast bursts. His cock is hard and thick, with a big purple head and angry veins traveling all along his shaft. The sight of it makes my pulse race even faster. “You’re gonna take all of me,” he says in a low growl that’s full of hunger. “Every fucking inch. And you’re gonna come all over daddy’s big fat cock.”

My head’s spinning, and when he slides the thick head of his cock through my wet, swollen folds, I can’t hold back my whimpers. Fuck, he feels good. So fucking good. Nothing like my fingers on myself.

Aleksander’s eyes never leave mine, savoring the tremble of my lips, my widened eyes, the flare of my nostrils. He’s so intense, so fucking handsome. When he finally pushes at my entrance, I feel the pressure, the slow stretch as he works himself inside me. It’s a tight fit—so fucking tight it feels like I’m gonna break. Then there’s a snap, and pain flares throughout my body before it’s replaced by overwhelming heat.

He pulls back, his length dragging over my inner walls, making me whine with a mix of pain and pleasure. Bothsensations, intense, almost overwhelming, battling to take over. I feel the slick of my blood on his cock as he thrusts again, more easily, deeper this time. “Fuck, baby. You feel that?” he rasps out, his grip on my hips tight enough to bruise. His hips rolling in and out of me. “You feel like fucking heaven.”

His pace picks up, our skins slapping against each other, the wet sounds of my drenched pussy filling the room, blending with my moans and his grunts. I can feel him pushing in deeper, so fucking deep. His big dick stretching my pussy, filling me in a way that’s maddening. The pain slowly fades into intense, raw pleasure, and I can’t hold back the cries falling off my lips.

“Look at you,” he rumbles, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing slow circles that make me writhe and whimper. My legs instinctually wrap around his hips, pulling him deeper, matching his thrusts. “This perfect little cunt was fucking made for me. Gonna fill it with my cum.”

His words make everything tighten, and I arch up, my body begging for more. Everything. I’ve never felt anything like this—the way he moves, rolling, pushing. So big, so fucking strong. The smell of our combined scents. It’s like he fucking owns me. Then I feel him start to pulse inside me, my pussy spasming, milking him. His grip on my hips tightening even more.

“Gonna fucking breed you,” he growls, sounding like a wild beast.

Aleksander thrusts hard one last time, and I feel his cock throb, his cum filling me to the brim. My entire body shudders, and I cry out loud, the sound echoing in the room as he claims me completely, making my orgasm explode through every cell of my body.

When it’s over, he stays inside me, his hand stroking my cheek. “You’re mine now,” he says, his voice softer but no less intense. “And I take care of what’s mine.”

And for the first time in a long while, I actually believe I’m under someone else’s protection and care.

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Aleksander

She’s fucking gorgeous—every inch of her, from those full, round tits to the curve of her thick ass. Fuck me, I could stare all night. The way her thick thighs wrapped around me, how her hard nipples tighten when I touch her — it’s enough to drive a man out of his goddamn mind.

Those big, brown eyes with that fierce glint, like she’s ready to fight no matter who she’s up against. Her mouth, soft and full, is the kind that makes a man think of everything he’d do to feel it sliding down his cock. And the way her body moved under me, how her chest rises and falls.

How fucking tight she felt, how her creamy cunt gripped my cock, the way she shuddered when I pushed deeper. All I can think about is feeling that tight heat around my cock again, watching her come apart while I make her mine over and over.

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