Save it. Control it. Make her wait worth it.
She falls apart in my arms with a broken cry, pussy spasming against my cock even through the barriers between us. And feeling her come—because of me, for me—destroys what little control I have left.
I barely hold it back. Every muscle locks up, cock pulsing dangerously in my pants as I fight not to spill. It's excruciating. Pleasure-pain that has me groaning against her throat, shaking with the effort of not letting go.
Not yet. Not wasted. Every drop goes inside her where it belongs.
On our wedding night, I will flood her pussy. Breed her properly. Make her take every fucking drop I've been saving.
It takes everything I have. Every scrap of discipline from twenty-five years in the Bratva. When I finally pull back, I'm sweating, trembling, and so close to the edge I can taste it.
But I didn't break. Didn't waste a single drop that belongs inside her.
She's staring at me with dazed eyes, chest heaving. Marked and disheveled and thoroughly debauched. And she has no idea how close I came to taking her virginity right here, right now, against the nursery door.
I lower her carefully, making sure her legs will hold her. "Next time, there won't be any clothes between us. Next time, I'll be buried inside you. Breeding you. Making you mine for real."
I step back before I change my mind. Before I drag her to the floor and fuck her anyway, consequences be damned.
"Get cleaned up," I tell her, voice still strained. "Rest. Tonight we're having dinner together, and tomorrow Anya is taking you dress shopping."
"Anya?"
"Dimitri's wife. She'll help you find a wedding dress." My eyes drag down her body, taking in the wet spot visible on her panties, the marks blooming on her throat.
Her face flushes red.
I turn to leave before I do something I'll regret. Or won't regret, which is the real problem.
"Oh, and Vera?" I pause in the doorway without looking back. "You can try to clean yourself up. Try to wash away what we just did. But it won't change anything. You're mine. Your body knows it. And soon, the rest of you will accept it too."
I make it to my office before I have to brace against the desk, cock still rock-hard and aching in my pants. The wet spot where her pussy soaked through is a reminder of what almost happened.
Whatwillhappen in forty-eight hours.
I could jerk off right now. Relieve some of this pressure. But I won't.
Every drop. Every ounce of need. Every bit of cum I've got—it's all going inside her on our wedding night. I'm going to be so desperate, so full, that I'll breed her three times before dawn. Fill her so completely there's no way she won't be pregnant.
4
Vera
I've been hiding in the library.
It's pathetic, really. Hiding from a man in his own house. But after what happened yesterday, after I came apart in his arms against the nursery doorframe while still fully dressed, I can't face him. Can't look into those ice-blue eyes and pretend my body didn't betray me like a common slut.
The library is beautiful. Floor-to-ceiling shelves packed with thousands of books. A rolling ladder. Deep leather chairs positioned by tall windows. It would be perfect if it weren't a cage.
I've curled up in one of the chairs with a book I grabbed randomly, not even caring what it was. Anything to escape into someone else's story. Someone else's life. Someone who isn't getting married tomorrow to a man who bought her like property.
The door opens.
My stomach drops. I don't look up. Maybe if I stay very still, he'll leave.
"What are you reading?"
His voice cuts through the silence like a blade. I grip the book tighter, still not looking up.
