Page 31 of Hunted Bride

“Read to me.” She’s turning out to be a bossy little thing.

“What am I, your personal audiobook narrator?”

“You would totally have a career in that if you ever decide to quit the bratva.”

“One does not ‘quit the bratva.’ That is not a thing.”

She taps the book. “If I can be your personal Only Fans cam model, you can read me a bedtime story.”

“‘He thrusts into me, filling me, hitting deep inside my core. He fills his hands with my breasts and says⁠—’”

“Stop!” She’s giggling and her face is beet-red when she takes the book from my hands and sets it aside. “I lied. I don’t want you reading my spicy books after all.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” She throws one leg over my hips and sits astride me. “I’d rather you act it out. With me.”

My dick responds instantly. I reach for the knot on her bathrobe and tug it free. Her breasts are fucking incredible. I fill my palms with their weight.

“You got it. Make all my dreams come true, Mia.”

“Aren’t you the one making my dreams come true?” She arches one brow.

“Nope. I was watching you read this stuff all those years.” I drag her down for a deep kiss. “I read the same books so I could feel the same things you were feeling. I’ve jerked off to more fae kings and werewolf alphas than you’d ever believe.”

“That is both weirdly romantic and horrifyingly creepy.”

I shove the bathrobe down her shoulders. I’m in nothing but my boxer briefs. She slides her hand over my thick cock. Teasing. I smack her lush ass. Her startled yelp fills the air, followed by a soft sigh. She strokes my erection where it stands tall toward my navel. I bury one hand in her damp hair and hold her face close to mine so I can keep kissing her. Now that I can touch her any time I want, this is still the greatest intimacy. Her lips on mine. I can’t get enough of her sweet mouth.

“Ride me,” I order her.

Milena slides down, taking me inch by inch. I exhale into the crook of her neck. Breathe in the clean, floral scent of her skin.

Then I fist her hair and hold her to me while I thrust upward. She moans against my mouth. I’m still the one in control. She loves it. Not nearly as much as I do.

When she’s with me, no matter what I do to her, she’s safe. And she knows it. She trusts me.

“Oh, Rion, I’m coming,” she gasps. I tighten my grip on her hair, arching her back. Her pussy pulses around my cock, milking me. We’ve never used a condom. She isn’t on birth control. It’s only been a week—and a crazy one at that—but it’s my deepest desire to get her pregnant.

“I’m right behind you, Mia. I’m going to breed you. Make you pregnant with my baby.”

Her eyes flutter closed. Soft pink stains her cheeks. “We’re going to have so many babies,” she mumbles happily. I spill deep inside her and hold her there, making sure it stays where it needs to be to make our baby.

She sits up with a gasp and rakes her hair to one side. “How is that ring coming along?”

“Great.” I can’t tell her that I’m having it custom made, which is why it’s taking so long. That would spoil the surprise. Her brows pinch.

“We are getting married, aren’t we?”

“Yes.” I kiss the pleat that’s formed there. “But first I have to ask you. The right way. Trust me, minx. You know I’m never leaving you.”

Finally, she relaxes and curls into my side. There’s a warm, tender ball lodged behind my sternum near my heart.

Mia is mine forever. All that’s left is to make it official.

Luka, Four Days Earlier

I can tell she’s trouble the instant I walk into the backroom of the casino my father operates.