Page 7 of Bribed & Bred By the BRATVA
“You think this is a bargain,” I murmur, lowering over her, bracing myself on either side of her trembling frame. “But bargains can be broken. What I’m giving you is fate.”
Her lips part to deny it, to cling to whatever lie she tells herself, but I swallow the words with my mouth on hers. The kiss is consuming, punishing, relentless. Her gasp opens her wider, and I take every inch, tongue pushing deep until she whimpers against me.
Her body arches, legs trembling, thighs tightening around my hips like instinct. She doesn’t realise she’s already giving herself to me, not because of the contract or the ring but because her body craves what only I can give.
When I drag my mouth from hers, she’s panting, eyes glazed. My hand slides down, catching the hem of the nightdress, pushing it up and over her hips. My fingers stroke the heat between her thighs through the thin scrap of cotton she wears. She jolts, a sound breaking from her throat.
“That’s it,” I growl. “You feel it too. You belong here. In my bed. Around my cock.”
I tear the last barrier away, baring her completely, and her cheeks flush scarlet. She tries to cover herself, but I catch her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand.
“You’re mine now,” I say, voice low, rough with hunger. “Every breath. Every shiver. Every part of you.”
And when I finally push inside her, slow but unstoppable, her cry is everything I’ve been waiting for, fear and surrender braided into one.
Isabella
The mattress dips as he climbs over me, heavy and unrelenting, and every nerve in my body lights up like it’s been waiting for this moment without me even knowing it. My heart pounds too fast. My skin feels too tight.
I tell myself this is wrong. That I should fight. That I should think about anything except the heat of his body caging mine in.
But then his hand slides up my thigh, rough fingers dragging the nightdress higher, and my breath catches. I can’t think at all.
“Look at me,” he commands.
I do, even though it feels like drowning. His eyes are dark, blazing, full of something I can’t name, and when he speaks it sends a shiver through me.
“The second I saw you, I knew. Those lips, those curves. You were mine. No one else was ever going to touch you. No one else was ever going to know what you sound like when you come apart.”
Heat floods my cheeks. My body betrays me, arching, thighs trembling. He notices, of course he does, and the corner of his mouth curves in triumph.
“You feel it,” he growls. “Don’t lie to yourself. You were made for me. For this.”
My whole life has been a weight to carry. Mateo’s sickness, bills, late shifts, hunger, exhaustion. Every step forward hasbeen another burden strapped to my back. But right now, under him, pinned and helpless, the weight slips away piece by piece. I don’t have to hold the world together. I don’t have to think. I don’t even have to breathe unless he tells me.
When his mouth crashes down on mine, it’s all-consuming. I taste the possession in it, the hunger. His tongue sweeps inside and I can’t stop the sound that breaks from me, raw and needy.
My hands clutch his shoulders, scarred skin hot under my palms. He’s saying things against my mouth, words that sink into my bones.
“My wife. My beauty. My perfect bride. You belong in my bed, around my cock, full of my child. And tonight, I’ll give you everything I’ve dreamed about since I first saw you.”
The words should horrify me. They should send me running. But instead, they coil low in my belly, liquid and hot, making me ache in a way I‘ve never known.
And when he pushes inside me, slow but unstoppable, the sharp sting makes my breath catch, but then his thumb strokes my cheek, his voice rasping low, coaxing.
“That’s it. Take me, sweet Isa. Every inch. You’re mine now. Forever.”
I let go. For the first time in years, I let go. The fear, the strain, the endless fight to keep Mateo alive, it all falls away. All that’s left is heat, and his weight over me, and the shocking truth that for once, surrender feels like freedom.
Aleksei
I don’t sleep.
The house is quiet in that way money buys. Glass and stone and the sound of water held still. Next to me, my wife lies curled up and asleep. I went gentle on her tonight, but she knows it will be the only time I’ll take her inexperience into account. I took her virginity and filled her with my seed. Tomorrow night I will be ruthless.
My phone lights with a photograph from Maksim. Clara’s hair is a mess, her smile feral and soft at once, the baby a fist of new life tucked to her chest. He is still at the hospital. He won’t return until she does, their eldest child being taken care of in the nursery by Rachel and Sarah.
I cross the courtyard to the main house. Lights are low but I know my brothers are still up. Work has been keeping us busy for the last few weeks. Roman is already in the library so I send a quick text to summon the others. Nikolai drifts in seconds later, quiet as a shadow. Mikhail arrives looking harassed, wanting to be with Sarah no doubt, since she is close to giving birth to their first.
