Page 16 of Kidnapped & Bred By The BRATVA
He lowers me carefully after, though his hands don’t let go, his body still braced against mine.
“No one throws you away,” he whispers. “Not while I’m breathing.”
The words undo me more than the sex, more than the fury in his eyes. Because for the first time in the madness of the last thirty-six hours, I believe them.
Roman
She thinks I’m finished with her. That because I’ve taken her, filled her, marked her, I’ll let her rest.
She doesn’t understand.
I’ll never be finished with her.
She sits on the bed, the sheet wrapped loosely around her, hair tangled from my hands, lips swollen from my mouth. She looks wrecked, but she also looks alive, flushed and glowing in a way that makes my chest tighten.
I stand in front of her, fists clenched, chest still heaving from the fight against myself. Because I want to wait, to give her time, but every instinct screams at me to make it final. To take her in every way, so no man, not her father, not my cousin, not anyone, can ever undo what I’ve done.
“You’ll marry me.”
Her eyes widen. “What?”
I step closer, my shadow swallowing her. “You’ll marry me. Be mine, legally, publicly, in every way that matters. So no one can touch you. So no one can question who you belong to.”
Her lips part, but no protest comes out. I tip her chin up, forcing her to look at me, forcing her to see the truth in my eyes.
“I’ll protect you in every way. From your father. From anyone who thinks they can take you. But you’ll give me everything inreturn. Your body. Your name. Your future.” My voice drops, low and rough. “And you’ll let me breed you.”
Her breath stutters.
“I’ll keep you full of me,” I growl, leaning closer until my forehead presses to hers. “My child in your belly, my mark on your skin. One after another until the world knows you’re mine and mine alone.”
Her cheeks flush scarlet, but her thighs shift, pressing together, betraying her. I smell it instantly. Arousal, hot and sweet, flooding the air.
“You want it,” I rasp. “Say it.”
She swallows hard, gray eyes wide, shimmering. “Yes.”
The word snaps the last thread of my restraint.
I rip the sheet from her body, exposing every inch of pale skin to my hungry gaze. She gasps, crossing her arms instinctively, but I catch her wrists and pin them above her head.
“No hiding. Not from me.”
Her chest heaves, breasts rising high, nipples pebbled tight. My mouth descends, biting and sucking, leaving bruises that will last for days. She moans, arching into me, her body begging for more even when her lips won’t form the words.
I drag my cock against her slick folds, not sliding in yet, just teasing, coating myself in her wetness until we’re both trembling.
“Roman—please—”
I thrust into her hard, burying myself to the hilt in one brutal stroke. She cries out, nails digging into the sheets as her body clenches around me.
I set a relentless rhythm, pounding into her, each thrust deeper than the last. She writhes beneath me, her legs locking tight around my waist, pulling me closer, keeping me inside.
“Yes,” she sobs, her head tipping back, sweat glistening on her throat. “Yes, Roman!”
The sound of my name on her lips while I’m inside her is better than any drug, any high I’ve ever known.
Her climax rips through her suddenly, violently, her body shaking beneath mine, walls clenching around me so tight I nearly lose it. I don’t stop. I thrust harder, grinding deep, determined to fuck my seed into her until she can’t doubt it, until she feels me long after I’m gone.
