Page 106 of Bratva's Intern

“I’ll never get enough of you, kroshka. This body, this hole—mine to worship, mine to wreck.”

In one slow, final thrust, I bottomed out. Wren let out a keening sound. The kind that punched straight through my chest. His entire body shuddered under me, overwhelmed and wide open.

His breath caught, and his eyes turned glassy with heat. I gripped his throat and held him there, firm but careful, stroking my thumb beneath his jaw. “Who owns you?” I growled.

He whimpered, trying to thrust up. “I—fuck, Max—you’re so deep. So fucking deep.”

I slammed into him once hard. He cried out, bucking beneath me. “Who.Ownsyou?”

“You do,” he choked out, body shaking. “You do?—”

“Damn right I do.” I tightened my hold on his neck and kissed him roughly, biting his lip. I pulled back to look him in the eye. “What’s my name?”

“Maxim,” he breathed. “Maxim Morozov.”

“That’s right.” I thrust harder now, the bed creaking beneath us. “You belong to me. This hole belongs tome. And I’m going to fucking wreck you, Wren, just to remind you of that.”

He was a mess—eyes wild, mouth open, tears slipping down his temples—as he moaned through every thrust. With every grind of my hips, his cock bounced against his stomach, untouched but leaking like he’d come from the fucking alone.

I leaned down, panting into his mouth. “You love being used like this, don’t you? Love it when I fuck you open and make you mine.”

“Yes, yes,please. Don’t stop.”

I wasn’t going to.

I was going to ruin him. Just like I’d promised.

And he’d thank me for it.

I fucked into him like I owned every inch of his body—because I did.

Every thrust made Wren scream, high and breathless, his arms straining against the cuffs, fingers curling into fists. With every movement, his ass clenched around me, gripping me so tight it took everything in me not to come already.

His body welcomed me with every thrust—tight and greedy, like his hole had been made for my cock and nothing else. The slap of skin on skin echoed off the walls, drowning out the rough, broken sounds he made beneath me.

“Max,fuck, you’re too deep, so full. Oh, my god?—”

“That’s right.” I snapped my hips forward hard enough to jolt the headboard. “Say it. Say you love how deep I am in you.”

“I love it—Iloveit—Maxim.Fuck, don’t stop?—”

I didn’t let up. Couldn’t. Wren looked wrecked already—chest flushed, mouth parted in a silent cry, eyes blown wide with need—but he still took everything I gave him.

“Max.” He stared up at me. “Do I feel good around you? Tight enough?”

I groaned deep in my chest. “You feel like fucking heaven. Like this hole was made to grip my cock.”

Wren shivered under me. “You like watching me take it?”

“Like?” I laughed low, breathless. “I’d frame this view if I could. My cock splitting you open. That greedy little hole sucking me in. Nothing’s ever looked better.”

He arched his back, desperate. “You think about it when I’m not around?”

“Constantly,” I rasped. “I fucked my fist last night thinking about this moment. How you would look spread out on my cock like this.”

Wren turned his head, eyes glossy and blown wide. “You wanna come inside me?”

I snapped my hips hard, forcing a gasp from his throat.

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