Page 45 of Baby for the Bratva

I hate this guy so much. I wish Yuri would come back and punch the shit out of him for being so obnoxious. He did push me, after all. I have plenty of reason to complain once Yuri gets back.

“It’s Yuri. Open now.”

Speak of the devil. Yuri has returned and I can finally ask him what the fuck is going on. I need answers, but I feel inclined to do a bit of complaining first.

Yuri comes into the room with a deep frown, his eyes meeting mine with such intensity that a chill runs through my body. Electricity crackles down my nervous system, and my feet feel like I’m standing on pins and needles.

“Get over here,” he says, pointing at me. “Now!”

I jump at the loudness of his voice. What the hell did I do? I’ve been locked in his room this whole time.

I move away from the bed, approaching him like he’s a hungry lion. I’m terrified to get too close in case he attacks me.

Yuri turns from me, addressing Dima. “Get out and stand guard outside. I want her alone.”

Another chill runs through me, this time much colder and deeper in my body. My blood is frozen, and my heart struggles to pump it through my constricted veins. I can’t move at all.

As Dima leaves, Yuri turns back to me, his blue eyes lit up with what can only be rage.

Why is he so angry? I don’t understand.

“Take the dress off,” he growls.

My mouth opens, but words feel too complicated for my muddled mind right now. I close my mouth, licking my dry lips and looking down at my little black dress. Why does he want me naked again?

“Are you listening to me?” he asks, his voice deep and rough. “I told you to undress. You lost the bet, and now you’re my doll for the night.”

“What about Chekhov?” I ask.

He waves his hand dismissively. “We’ll talk about that later.”

“Are… are you sure?” I ask, so utterly confused that I feel like I’m the one who’s acting weird now. I thought there was an emergency, but now Yuri is right back to wanting me to submit to him.

He steps toward me, lowering his voice as he speaks. “I’ve never been so sure of anything, Stella. Take off your dress, and let’s finish what we started.”

I slip the strap down on my dress, silently obeying him. I’m still confused, but he doesn’t seem willing to explain himself. He wants me, and he wants me now. That’s all I really know.

“Good girl,” he purrs as I slide my dress down to my hips.

The air on my skin is cold, but it feels good because of how hot I’m burning. I swallow hard, pulling my dress down the rest of the way, dropping it at my feet. I step out of it, using the tip of my high heel to lift it up and kick it onto the bed.

Yuri’s cruel mouth turns up in a devious smile. “Now, it’s your turn to undress me.”

His words are subdued, yet explosive in what they imply. I come toward him, undoing the first button on his shirt and looking up at his powerful face. His jaw is so sharp I could cut myself on it, and his overgrown stubble crawls down his neck like he hasn’t had the opportunity to shave in days.

I remember the feeling of it on my lips as he kissed me. It was so harsh, yet I wanted nothing more than to feel it on the rest of my body. My neck, my thighs, my pussy…

I undo another of Yuri’s buttons, loosening his shirt enough to pull it off of him. It’s soaked in sweat, sticking to his back even as he helps me remove it. I notice his breath is also heavy, but it can’t just be from excitement. He’s been running around the ship, but for what reason, I don’t know.

I don’t like being kept in the dark. All the sexy distractions in the world won’t take my mind off what he said before he left.

Chekhov is missing. Did Yuri ever find him?

“On your knees. Take off the belt.” Yuri’s deep voice breaks through my worry and I drop to my knees. It feels better than having to stand. Every time I’m in a room with him, I feel unstable, like I’m going to collapse at any second.

I slide his buckle open, pulling his belt out of the loops and tossing it on the floor beside me.

“Don’t stop,” he says, pushing his hips out so that the lump in his pants is almost touching my face.

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