Page 17 of Bribed & Bred By the BRATVA
I nod, satisfied. “Good. That means when I fill you again tonight, and tomorrow, and the day after, it won’t be wasted. We’ll try every day until there’s no doubt.”
She makes a strangled sound, half protest, half something darker. My cock hardens against her thigh, and I grind up just enough for her to feel it.
“You’re blushing,” I murmur against her ear. “You think it’s indecent that I ask. But your body likes it. Doesn’t it?”
“I—no—” she stammers.
I catch her chin, tilt her head, kiss her hard before she can finish. Her lips part helplessly, letting me in, and I swallow the sound she makes. When I break away, her eyes are glazed, pupils blown wide.
“Don’t lie to me,” I growl. “Your cheeks are hot, your pulse is racing, your thighs are squeezing together. Your body knows the truth even if your mouth doesn’t. You want me to breed you. You want to know you’ll carry my heir.”
Her breath shudders. “You’re insane.”
“Maybe.” My hand slips under her cardigan, palm flattening over her stomach again. “But you’ll be insane with me when I put my seed in you every night until it takes root. You’ll dream about it, the way you already dream about me.”
She whimpers, trying to look away. I don’t let her. I pin her face with mine, watching every flicker of shame and desire war inside her. She’s never been touched by any man before me. I can see it in the way she blushes, the way she stiffens at my bluntness. But innocence doesn’t protect her from want. It just makes it sharper.
“You’ll tell me the day your period is late,” I order. “The moment it happens. Do you understand?”
Her voice is barely a whisper. “Yes.”
I reward her again, this time with my hand sliding higher, cupping her breast through the thin fabric. Her breath catches. I squeeze, thumb flicking her nipple until it hardens against the cloth.
“Good girl.”
Her eyes close, lids trembling, and she leans into my touch without realising it. I take advantage, kissing her again, slower this time, coaxing instead of claiming. Her lips move againstmine, tentative but hungry, and I feel it, that surrender she’s trying so hard to hide.
I drag her closer until she’s straddling me, her skirt bunched around her thighs, her core pressing right against the hard line of my cock. She gasps. I grind once, slow and deliberate, and her whole body shivers.
“You feel that?” I whisper against her mouth. “That’s mine. All of it. Every time you sit on my knee, every time you walk into this office, you’ll know I’m thinking about putting a baby in you.”
She clutches my shoulders, nails biting into fabric. She doesn’t push me away. She rocks against me once, involuntarily, and the sound that leaves her throat is pure sin.
“Say it,” I growl.
Her lips tremble. “Say what?”
“That you’ll give me a child.”
Tears glimmer in her eyes, shame and heat tangled together. She shakes her head once, tiny, but I don’t accept it. I thrust my hips up again, grinding her against me until she moans.
“Say it, Isa.”
Her voice breaks. “I’ll…I’ll give you a child.”
My vision goes red with triumph. I crush her mouth to mine, kissing her so hard she gasps against me. My hand fists in her hair, holding her where I want her. She clings to me, thighs squeezing tighter, body soft and trembling and ready.
When I finally tear my mouth away, I rest my forehead against hers, both of us breathing hard. “Good girl,” I murmur. “Tonight, we’ll try again. Tomorrow too. Every day until your womb holds my name.”
She shudders in my arms, and I know she’s thinking the same thing I am: inevitability.
I let her stay in my lap while I pick up the pen again, scrawling signatures with one hand while the other holds her steady against me. Possession and paperwork, both at once. She shifts sometimes, restless, but she doesn’t leave.
Exactly as it should be.
Isabella
None of this makes sense. I try to hold on to logic, to reason, but it all keeps slipping through my fingers.
