Page 26 of Kidnapped By the Bratva

Right now, there isn’t the time to think about it either.

Fuck, I need a cold shower.

After a refreshing shower, I walk to my closet and dig through the racks until I find the all-black suit I want to wear tonight.

It takes only a few minutes to get dressed and find a tie that will coordinate with Hazel’s dress.

A dress I've been picking out all day. Together with a few others. All I want is for her to look good standing by my side. That's why I tore the labels off the dresses before I put them in her wardrobe. The last thing I need is a headache about how much money I spent on her. She doesn’t need to know.

I go downstairs to wait for her in the living room and sit down in an armchair facing the stairs. Hazel’s heels appear first. The black heels lead to long, toned legs that I want to wrap around my head as I devour her. My cock springs back to life as the hem of her wine-red dress comes into view.

The silky fabric hugs her curves and emphasizes her breasts and hips. I slide a hand into my pocket to adjust myself while Hazel’s breathtaking eyes search me. In the evening light, they shimmer like golden caramel.

Fuck, she is stunning, leaving me breathless and speechless.

Hazel stands at the bottom of the stairs with a soft smile. She smooths her hands down the sides. “Thank you for the dress.”

I can’t tear my gaze away from her as the smile fades and she combs her fingers through her loose curls. She shifts her weight from one side to the other. Her full lips press together as she clasps her hands.

She unclasps her hands again and begins to rub the back of her hand. When she stops, she looks at me again and her hands sink to her sides. She rocks on the balls of her feet before rocking back again.

Something is troubling her, she's fidgeting, but I can’t tell what. She seems uncomfortable and unsure about herself.

Is she waiting for a compliment?

As she looks around the room, focusing on anything other than me, I’m sure that she is. I grin and get up, stride over to her, and take her hand.

I lift her hand to my mouth and kiss the back of it. A rosy blush creeps over her cheeks. As she looks up at me from under her dark eyelashes, my heart crashes through my chest.

It’s hard to believe that this is the same woman who was riding my face only an hour ago.

She’s quiet and withdrawn as I let go of her hand. I curl a strand of her hair around my finger and give it a light tug.

“You look stunning. Too pretty for an undercover agent.” I reach down to slide a hand into the high slit of her dress. “This is definitely the best part of the dress.”

I loop an arm around her waist and guide her to the garage. Her heels click against the cement floor as I pull out the keys to a sleek red sports car. Hazel's eyes grow wide as I open the passenger’s door for her.

She slides in, those long legs stretching out in front of her. For a moment, I consider throwing her over my shoulder and carrying her back upstairs. I could spend the rest of the night exploring her body.

I shut the door before I do something stupid and jab the button to open the garage door. It opens as I round the front of the car.

“Alright.” She turns to face me as I get in the car. “You said that I should get some rest tonight, but you gave me a fancy dress that likely belonged to some ex-fling, and now you’re dragging me out of the house. What is going on?”

I drum my fingers on the wheel before starting the car. The hint of jealousy in her voice doesn’t go unnoticed. I smile as I leave the garage and head down the winding driveway.

“Nothing is going on.” I reach over to lower the volume of the music a little. “This is kind of rest. Most ladies I know would love to receive an expensive dress and head out for the night.”

Riling her up is a bad idea, but I love seeing her flustered.

“You know jealousy is an ugly shade of green, it doesn’t suit you.” I tease her.

“I’m not jealous!” Hazel’s gaze is scornful as she crosses her arms. “You think that I want to be shoved into a dress that some other girl forgot at your home and flaunt it in front of other people?”

“It’s not flaunting,” I smirk and push the accelerator, as we turn onto the highway. The cars shoot forward, the lights lining either side of the road becoming a blur. “And no girls have left clothing at my house. I don’t allow it.”

She grimaces and toys with the strap of her dress. “Then what am I doing here and why am I wearing this?”

“I have a social engagement to attend tonight, and I need a date.”

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