Page 14 of Claimed By the Masked BRATVA
“Fuck,” I groan, dragging my cock along her slick folds. “You’re perfect. Always ready for me.”
“Sebastian—” Her voice breaks on my name, half plea, half warning.
I push inside slowly, stretching her again, watching her expression transform from surprise to helpless need. Her gasp shreds what little control I have left.
I bottom out, buried to the hilt, and her body clenches around me in greedy welcome. My vision blurs at the edges.
“Mine,” I growl, setting a steady rhythm, rolling my hips deep. “Every inch of you. Every sound, every heartbeat. It’s all mine.”
Her nails rake down my back, her moans filling the room, and I know I’ll never tire of this. Of her.
I take her harder, faster, pounding into her until the headboard rattles against the wall. She cries out, arching beneath me, sweat slicking her skin. Her breasts bounce with every thrust, nipples peaked and begging for my mouth. I take one between my lips, biting gently before sucking hard enough to make her scream.
“You’ll carry me inside you all day,” I snarl against her chest, grinding deeper. “Every step you take, you’ll feel me. You’ll know you belong to me.”
“Yes,” she sobs, trembling beneath me. “Yours.”
Her admission detonates in my chest. I drive harder, chasing her climax, determined to wring every ounce of surrender from her body.
“Come for me,” I order, thumb circling her clit as I pound into her. “Come on my cock. Show me you’re mine.”
Her scream is raw, unrestrained, as her body clamps around me. She convulses, clenching so tightly it rips my release from me in a violent cry. I spill inside her, grinding deeper, holding her hips still so she takes every drop.
We collapse together, sweat-slick and shaking. I keep her pinned beneath me, still buried inside, unwilling to let go. She trembles, clinging to me, eyes dazed and wet.
“Breathe,” I murmur against her ear. “That’s it. Good girl.”
Her shiver tells me the praise wrecks her as much as the sex.
For a long moment, the only sounds are our ragged breaths and the distant hum of the city waking below. I should feel satisfied. Instead, my mind is already turning.
She can’t walk out of here.
She doesn’t belong in that lab, surrounded by plants and obscurity. She belongs here. With me. In my bed. In my world.
But my world is dangerous. The men in that ballroom last night; their smiles, their masks, their whispered threats, they’d devour her if they realized what she means to me.
Which means I have two choices.
Hide her. Or own her so completely that no one dares touch her.
I press a kiss to her damp temple, my arm locking tighter around her. “Sleep now,” I whisper, though my own mind is wide awake, plotting.
Because I already know which choice I’ll make.
Caitlyn Murphy will never leave me.
And God help anyone who tries to take her away.
Caitlyn
I wake slowly, as if my body isn’t sure it survived the night.
The first thing I notice is the ache between my thighs, a deep throb that flares when I shift against the sheets. The second is the heat wrapped around me. An arm like iron banded across my waist, pulling me tight against a solid chest.
Sebastian.
Memory rushes back in fragments. His hands. His mouth. His body driving into mine until I shattered over and over, until I couldn’t remember my own name or who I am. The way he whisperedminelike a vow. The way he looked at me like I was already his property.
