The Bratva's Baby (Wicked Doms 1)

I part her legs with my knee and probe at her channel with the head of my cock. I can feel her body taut beneath mine, like a string about to snap.

When her eyes meet mine, there is no fear. “Will it hurt?” she whispers.

“Just a little,” I promise. I won’t lie to her. Not again.

When I push my cock between her legs, a groan emanates from deep within me. I curse in surprise at how good she feels, so tight, so perfect, everything about this moment is right. Our worlds collide as we become one. I lift and thrust with careful precision, so as not to harm her, but it’s difficult. I want to pound into her. Impale her on my cock. Mark her with firm, savage strokes. I want her to remember this, though. The first time I claimed her.

So instead of the vicious thrusts I want, I hold myself back and glide in and out. Her legs wrap around me and hold me to her, the little moans she releases making it harder and harder to hold myself back.

“So beautiful,” I groan in her ear. “Relax, Sadie.”

When she releases a breath, I inhale, breathing in her scent and essence. I’m vividly aware of everything about her—the soft, pliable, feminine body beneath mine, yielding to every thrust of my hips. She’s molded to me, the perfect piece to the puzzle, and as her arms encircle my neck, I know. This is no mindless fucking. Our union here, in this room, with her soft moans like music to my ears, her skin flush against mine, we’re joined in our mutual pain and loss.

My need to climax is building, the pressure nearly intolerable, when she screams out her orgasm. The sound of her rapture makes my chest swell with pride. Her beautiful, savage shout makes me lose all self-control, until I’m roaring in her ear, entrenched in the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever experienced. My seed marks her, fills her. When we’re both sated, I let my body drop to hers but hold my weight above her. She’s so much smaller than I am, I could crush her beneath me.

“I didn’t think it would feel like that,” she whispers, her eyes closing as she turns from me. Shutting me out.

I won’t allow that.

Taking her chin between my fingers, I tug. When her eyes fly open, I hold her gaze with mine.

“What did it feel like?” I demand. I need to know.

But she shakes her head. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Sadie.” Warning. “Remember what I said about lying to me.”

She’s still beneath me, my seed leaking from between her legs, and yet she doesn’t speak easily. With a sigh, she finally speaks the truth.

“It felt right, Kazimir. I’m afraid my hopeless romantic mind has conjured up some romance but there is none. You took me from my home. I’m your prisoner. And romance… real feelings and emotion… aren’t forced but freely given.”

I want to kiss her so hard and long for her bruised lips forget to say these lies. I want to punish her ass for destroying a moment like this. But deep down inside, I know she’s right.

I don’t respond at first, but pull on my jeans, then leave to get a cloth from the bathroom to clean us both. When I return, she’s curled up on the couch. Not sad. Contemplative.

“On your back,” I murmur. Without a word, she obeys.

“Will I get pregnant?” she asks.

“Of course not,” I tell her.

“Why not? I’m not on any birth control.”

I shake my head. I offer no further explanation. I’ll let her imagination wander.

Based on her cycles and the pills Nikita gave her, contraception is an impossibility. I don’t offer this information, though. All she needs to know is that she won’t conceive a child.

I pour myself another shot of vodka, and when I do, she chirps up from the other room.

“What are you drinking?” she asks.

“Vodka,” I tell her. “Would you like some?”

I watch as her little brow knits in consternation.

“Oh… I don’t know. I’ve never had any before.”

Tonight, she will take lifelong vows to me, in front of a ballroom filled with people. I want her to be prepared. She never drinks, so a touch of this drink might be exactly what she needs.

“It’s strong,” I tell her.

“Do you… dilute it with water or something?”

I scoff. “Certainly not.”

“Oh boy. Alright, then. Let’s have it.”

With a grim smile, I take the bottle out of the freezer and pour her a tiny shot glass, half the size of the one I drank.

“Drink,” I tell her and with a rueful smile, “it might help you face what we do tonight.”Chapter SixteenSadieI wish he wasn’t so beautiful, standing in the fading light of the setting sun, bare-chested and magnificent. His dark brown hair falls onto his forehead, his eyes cloaked in darkness beneath stern, heavy brows. Those full lips have been all over my body. That tongue has done wicked, wonderful things to my most sensitive, private parts. When he leans against the counter, I feel like I’m in the presence of a man with the blood of the gods in his veins. Large and muscular, covered in tattoos that I want to explore every inch of. He’s got one foot propped up against the wall in the kitchen when he brings the shot glass to his mouth.