Page 38 of Kidnapped By the Bratva

Yuri isn’t the only person that’s become a problem in my life lately.

That leaves the question of what to do with Hazel, whether I like it or not. She may be keeping her mouth shut at the moment, but how much longer can she withstand the pressure?

If she starts talking, I need to have a plan in place.

Can I trust her?

“Nik.” A woman’s familiar sultry voice has me turning in my seat.

“Anastasia.” I move over, making some room for her to sit beside me. “It’s been a long time.”

She leans her head on my shoulder, her blonde hair cascading over my chest. “It has been too long. I miss having you in my bed.”

Dimitri takes his beer and leaves the booth without another word. The look he gives me, however, is full of disappointment.

He’s never liked Anastasia. But for me, she is nothing more than a fling. A whore I like to keep around when I’m too lazy to find a new one.

Anastasia is nothing like Hazel and that’s exactly what I need right now.

She trails her pink-painted nails up my chest, raking her fingers through the scruff on my jaw. I loop one arm around her, pulling her closer to me.

Her giggle sounds like nails on a chalkboard. It still doesn’t stop me from putting my fingers beneath her chin and tilting her face to mine.

She moans as I kiss her, immediately shifting to straddle my lap with her slim body. I skim my hands down her sides, but the curves I crave are lacking.

Even my cock doesn’t want to be part of this. It doesn’t ache for Anastasia as she tangles her tongue with mine. She rolls her hips, grinding her bare pussy against my pants.

I’m going to have to burn these pants.

That’s a thought I’ve never had before. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Hazel may be attractive, but I’ve always been able to look past a pretty woman and move on to the next one vying for my attention.

This feels wrong, somehow.

I withdrew from Anastasia. She takes this as a sign to continue, and her mouth moves down my neck. Her moans sound like those of a crying kitten as she continues to writhe in my lap.

“Stop.” I grab her and move her off my lap.

Her thin lips pull into a pout. “What do you mean? I know you want this Nik. I’m your favorite and it’s been so long since we last fucked. I know you want my pussy as much as I crave your cock.”

Bile rises in my throat. “No. I don’t. Kissing you was a mistake. Leave.”

“I’m not going to do that. You clearly need to release some of that tension. I can help you with that.”

All I can think about is Hazel. She’s like the missing puzzle piece that fills the empty space in my heart and consumes every fiber of my being.

“I knew you would come around.” Anastasia works her way to the edge of the seat and reaches for my zipper. “Now, let me get a taste of that cock before the real fun begins.”

Hazel is the one who is supposed to suck my cock.

I wasn’t ever going to let her get away from me, but she did.

I want her, not this whore.

Fuck this, my anger is getting the better of me, I grab the empty beer bottle and toss it across the room. As it collides with the wall, glass shatters and people stare at us. Anastasia scrambles back, her muddy brown eyes watching me with apprehension.

“Leave!” I yell at her.

She takes off into the club, slowing long enough to pull down her skirt. I drop back down in the booth and grab the bottle of Vodka.

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