Page 7 of Bought to Bear Bratva Heir

Slowly she stood, the black material held loosely in her hands. "I’ll be fine."

"Let me help you." Not giving her a chance to say no, I grabbed the hem of her tank top and pulled it over her head. The bra went next, and it took every ounce of self-control I had not to stare at the small, high breasts I had recently had in my mouth.

Popping the button of her shorts, I pushed them down her legs. Her underwear bunched in them. Within seconds, she was naked and trembling in front of me. All sun-kissed, smooth skin.

My cock twitched.

"Lay down," I said raggedly and watched the fear filter into her eyes. She thought I was going to take her again. Force myaching cock between her shuddering thighs. And I wanted to. God, I wanted to.

I wanted to be the monster everyone said I was. Unfeeling and cold, the man who cared about no one but himself, but she deserved better.

She lay flat on her back, her eyes glued to the ceiling above.

"Open your legs, Daisy." Kneeling up on the bed, I watched as she did exactly what I asked. Her throat working as she tried to fight back the sobs I knew wanted to escape her.

"Good girl." One last time I let my eyes travel down the length of the body of the girl who had given me her innocence and her first orgasm, and then I dipped my hand between her thighs. The warm, damp washcloth made her jump, and she flinched back.

"What are you—"

"You’re sore, Daisy. I was too rough with you. Let me at least clean you up." I wiped the warm cloth everywhere. Up and down her thighs, across her mound, and finally across her swollen lips.

I didn’t stop until every drop of blood was gone, and even then, I couldn’t seem to stop.

I wanted her.

God, I wanted her so badly I ached.

A small whimper escaped her lips, and my eyes snapped up to her. She hadn’t moved, but her chest was rising and falling a little too rapidly.

Tossing the cloth to the floor, I stood. "There. Get dressed, and I’ll see you in the morning."

I couldn’t stay in this room, not when her breathing was changing like that. There was only so much self-control I had.

"Thank you." Kneeling up on the bed, she pressed her lips to my cheek. "That was very sweet of you."

Sweet? My eyebrows slammed down. I was many things, but sweet wasn’t one of them.

"Don’t get used to it," I threw over my shoulder as I headed towards the door. I needed to get out before she poisoned me with her sweetness.

Chapter Three

Daisy

Ilya was nice.

Not at first, but even back then, he’d had moments where the man he truly was came out. Like that first night when he had tenderly cleaned me up and given me his tee to sleep in. Sure, the first week had been rough. It was all rules, all the time. He dictated what I ate, what exercise I did, even what time I went to bed. He tracked my cycle, and at first, only came into my bed when he thought I was fertile.

And then something changed. I could pinpoint the exact night. I had cooked for him. His favorite childhood meal, according to the housekeeper, and his face had grown soft. When he had crept into my bed that night, he made love to me softly and slept next to me until the morning.

That had been seven months ago, and things had gotten better and better.

Ilya laughed more than he frowned. He touched me every chance he got. After that meal, he had moved my things into his monochrome, ultra-masculine bedroom and told me I had to sleep with him.

The only time he went back to the icy, unfeeling asshole I had first met was when his grandfather came over. The old man wasn’t happy that it was taking so long for me to fall pregnant. They always argued about it.

Ilya always got distant after one of those visits.

And that’s why I was here. At the doctor's office. Waiting to be seen. I could have asked Ilya to get a doctor to come to the apartment, but I didn’t want to get his hopes up. This wasn’t the first time I had missed my period, but the test had come back negative. I didn’t want to give him false hope. In fact, I didn’t want to mention it to him at all until I knew for certain.