His grip is vicious on my hips. He’s barely even moving himself. All he has to do is rock me back and forth, and just like that, he’s fucking into me.
I don’t resist. I take him over and over. I’m blind with pleasure. I’m moaning so loud, it’s a miracle Lilia hasn’t woken up yet. Or that Anya hasn’t called the cops on us. Though I suppose no one in a Bratva household would ever do that, not even when it sounds like the master of the house is gutting his wife.
If only they knew what he was really doing to me.
Then again, they probably do.
I tip my head back and arch. Petyr’s fingers are conspicuously absent, his thrusts just off the spot I need. I’m writhing, desperate for release, but he won’t give it to me. He still wants something else.
“Petyr,” I whine. “Please?—”
“You want to come?” His thrusts turn wild. “Then say it. Say who owns you.”
“You,” I gasp. “I’m yours. Always yours.”
Finally, his fingers slip to my front. He rubs my clit once, twice. Suddenly, his cock starts hitting me where I need it, a quick, dirty grind into my sweet spot.
Within seconds, I’m coming.
I moan into the duvet. There are tears streaming down my cheeks, but I don’t care. I’m just riding the wave as Petyr keeps fucking me through it, fast and merciless.
Eventually, he sinks deep inside me. His hips still. With a low grunt, he spills into me, hot and thick in my belly.
I should be thinking about birth control. Getting back on it, making sure I don't get pregnant again before I’m ready.
But as his cock pulses inside me, all I can think about is how badly I want him to breed me. To own me completely.
I may be my own person, but I’m still his, too.
When he rolls off of me, I’m too spent to make a sound. I barely feel him pad to the bathroom, bring back a washcloth, and wipe me over with it. The cool sensation makes me whine with relief.
“Sleep,” he murmurs. It sounds like an order, but not quite. “You were a good girl today.”
I’m always a good girl,my smart mouth wants to reply, but I’m too tired.
I just pull him into bed next to him, curl up against his chest, and fall asleep in seconds.
49
SIMA
By the time I manage to drag myself out of bed, it’s way past noon.
Honestly, it’s all Petyr’s fault. Last night’s conversation was intense, and what came after… well. Even more intense.
When I blinked awake this morning, he was gone. Work, as usual.
So I got up. Fed Lilia, changed her, peppered her little face with kisses. Then I promptly fell back asleep.
Now, I’m late to my own feeding time. Which—very awkward phrasing, but having a newborn will do that to you. Rearrange your whole sleeping scheduleandvocabulary.
It’s Anya’s day off, so a part of me exhales with relief. No need to walk-of-shame downstairs and endure death glares.
If she’d been around, I would have grabbed Lilia as my tiny human shield. Anya is never mean to me when the little princess of the house is around, not even in small, petty ways. Doesn’t so much as look at me wrong.
But with Anya elsewhere, I’m happy to leave Lilia where she is. Snuggled in her blankets, safe asleep.
When I reach the kitchen doorway, I stop dead.
