Page 42 of Kidnapped By the Bratva

“Drier than the desert, actually.” I swallow the fist in my throat.

He guffaws and leans into me, the scent of his cologne enveloping me. “I could bury my fingers in your pussy and find out.”

My fingers wrap around the knife. I swing it upwards, but Nik is faster. He grabs my wrist, his fingers digging into the skin as he yanks my hand over my head.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” His tone is thick and dangerous as he grabs my wrist and makes me walk backward.

My dresser digs into my back as he squeezes my wrist harder. As he looms over me, my stomach ties into knots.

I’m so fucking dead. I’m not getting out of this alive.

Nik’s teeth graze my earlobe and I shudder. “No one is gonna save you this time. It’s just you and me, baby.”

Chapter 16 - Nik

Her eyes are dark and as wide as a saucer as I take a step towards her. Terror reigns in her expression and her wrist twitches in my hand. Her bottom lip trembles before her jaw snaps shut.

She exhales shakily and I bet if I laid my head against her chest, I would hear her heart pounding like a drum.

My little malyshka fucked up and she knows it.

Although, the way her stiff nipples are straining against the thin silky fabric of her top, she is enjoying the position I have her in.

I know I am. She is a fearsome creature to behold. Only she would have the audacity to try and stab me while being terrified and turned on at the same time.

“You really thought that you could fight me, didn’t you?” I snicker and press my thumb against her pulse until she drops the knife.

Hazel squirms, trying to wriggle her wrist out of my grasp. “Let go of me or I will kick you in the balls and call the cops.”

“Fucking try it.” I grin, my cock throbbing for attention too, as I spin her around and pin both of her wrists behind her back.

Her smoldering gaze burns like fire on me as she looks at us in the mirror. As I hold her close to me her ass brushes against my hard length, and a soft blush creeps up her neck and cheeks.

“Look at that, all it takes is the feeling of my cock against your body to make you obedient.”

“Fuck you.” She glares at me.

“Excellent suggestion. But I think you deserve to be punished for jumping out of my car like a fucking stuntman.”

Hazel cracks a mischievous smile. “What’s the matter? Never had a woman so desperate to get away from you?”

I chortle and shove my cock even harder into her ass. “What was that about being desperate?”

A soft involuntary moan lifts in her throat. “God, I hate you.” She grits pressing her lips together.

She wriggles her hands, but I hold her wrists in my grip. My free hand slides along her hip and she shudders. Hazel tilts her head to the side as I graze my mouth over her shoulder, teasing the thin strap of her top with my teeth.

My hand slips beneath the camisole, my fingers scraping the flat planes of her stomach. She rolls her hips and leans back into me as my hand climbs higher up her ribcage.

When my fingers trace the curves of her breast, she almost jumps out of her skin.

“What’s the matter?” I nip her collarbone. “We both know you love my hands all over you. Or have you forgotten how wet you were the first time I made you come? Hell, I have fucked my fist to the thought of your wet pussy sliding over my mouth.”

Her face has a rosy hue as she stares at me in the mirror. “You should go.”

“No. I don’t think so. I think that I’m going to keep teasing you until you’re begging me to fuck you. That is your punishment for leaving me.” I let my hand slide from her breasts to her belly and back up again, holding her gaze.

“I don’t know why you wouldn’t want me to leave in the first place. I’m nothing but a loose end.”

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