Page 59 of The Bratva's Secret Baby
She gives me a slow nod and a half-smile, eyes glassy and dazed.
I grin. “Good.”
I shift just enough to press deeper into her again. She gasps, back arching, and I groan, deep in my chest. She’s soaked, swollen, sensitive, and hot as hell around me. I’ve held back long enough. My body is a tight coil, every muscle strained from control.
“I need to finish inside you,” I say, not asking. I wasn’t done the first time, just riding the edge. Now I let it take me.
She pulls me closer instead of answering. Her thighs lift, wrapping weakly around me again.
That’s all the permission I need.
I grip her hips and move. Not slow. Not rough. Just steady and deep, built for that final climb. She breathes hard under me, nails dragging across my back, mouth brushing my neck. Her walls pulse around me with every thrust, her body still clenching from the last orgasm like it doesn’t know how to stop.
I bury my face in her neck and thrust harder. My teeth graze her skin. My hand finds hers and pins it above her head. I fuck her like I’ve earned it—like I own every inch of her and always will.
“Say it,” I growl into her skin. “Say who you belong to.”
Her breath catches. “You.”
“Louder.”
“You, Dominik.”
That does it. I slam into her, one last hard, deep thrust, and I spill into the condom with a groan that tears straight from my chest. My body jerks and my vision blacks out for a second from the force of it.
I stay there, buried in her, shaking with the aftershock. Her fingers stroke my back, gentle now, grounding me.
It takes a full minute before I can move. Before I even want to.
When I finally pull out, she winces and flinches. I kiss her shoulder in apology and get rid of the condom, tying it off and tossing it in the bin. I grab a cloth from the drawer and wet it in the bathroom, then come back to clean her up.
She doesn’t say anything while I do, just watches me with that same dazed expression. Her thighs twitch under my hands when I wipe between them, and I kiss the inside of her knee when I’m done.
I toss the cloth and crawl back in next to her, pulling the blanket over us. She shivers, more from exhaustion than cold.
“Come here,” I say, wrapping an arm around her. She nestles into my chest like she belongs there.
“Dominik,” she whispers.
“Mm?”
“You meant what you said, right?”
I pull her tighter. “Every word.”
“Even about Mila?”
“She’s yours,” I say. “So she’s mine. That’s it.”
She presses her lips together for a beat. “She’s so smart,” she says in a thick voice. “And she always knows when I’m scared. She holds my hand when I’m trying not to cry in grocery stores. She—” Her voice breaks, and she buries her face in my chest.
“I’ve got you now,” I say, stroking her back. “You’re not carrying that alone anymore. Not her. Not the past. Not any of it.”
She clings to me, arms tight, like letting go isn’t an option.
I kiss her hair and pull the blanket higher. “You need sleep. You’re going to feel all of this tomorrow.”
She lets out a soft, broken laugh. “I already do.”
