Page 30 of The Bratva's Hostage

He led me to an expensive store and sat me down in the private changing room area.

“I’ll be right back,” he said as he walked out.

Maksim returned soon enough with the green sparkly dress and handed it to me, gesturing towards the changing room door.

“Try it on,” he said, shrugging off his jacket as he sat down to wait.

He pulled out his phone and buried his face in it, silently dismissing me. My jaws clenched tight, and I went into the changing room and closed the door.

Standing in my underwear I studied my face in the mirror. I looked a little different from before we were married, possibly because of how little sleep I’d had since then, and worrying for my father.

I put the dress on, zipping it up and mussing up my hair before looking at myself in the mirror. A gasp escaped me as my reflection stared back at me. It was very sexy. A little too sexy for my taste as it accentuated all my features, hugging me tight like a glove.

My narrow waist was emphasized by the dress, which accentuated my curves even more. There was no way I could wear something like that with him to a restaurant.

I could already see the attention this would bring me, and I didn’t crave it, nor did I think Maksim would be happy about the gawking eyes. Although we didn’t know each other much, he had always struck me as possessive. There was no way he would want me to wear this, not that it mattered much to me what he wanted.

With one last glance at my reflection, I reached behind me and unzipped. My mind was made up. I would not be wearing this dress, although my decision had more to do with me being uncomfortable rather than caring about Maksim’s reaction.

“What’s taking you so long, Elena, we don’t have all day,” he yanked open the door and stuck his head in.

I looked up from my bent position as I tried to pick up my clothes and my face heated up with a blush.

His eyes swept the length of my almost nude body, stopping at my breasts covered only with a lacy pink bra that did little to hide them from his gaze. His jaw ticked, eyes darkening as he shut the door, joining me in the changing room. I stood with my hands at my side, hiding nothing from him as I allowed his gaze to roam over me.

My breath caught in my throat as he stepped in closer to me, my chest heaving at the attention I was receiving from him. His eyes lowered even more until he was staring at my sex, covered only by the same lacy fabric.

He hadn’t said a word since he came in. He seemed like a man on a mission. My core tightened as he closed the gap between us. Desire coursed through me, the blush on my cheeks replaced by a fire inside me. I needed him to touch me.

I bit my lips, the action pulling his eyes to them. It’d been only a day and a bit since he last touched me, and I needed to feel his hands on my body.

Chapter 15 - Maksim

My eyes were glued to her body, unable to take my gaze off her. My cock stirred in my pants when I saw her in her pink lacy lingerie. She stood with her hands at her sides, her cheeks flushed and her eyes burning into mine as she shyly bit her lower lip.

Fuck, she was beautiful! Her body was a work of art, her narrow waist curving outward into her hips that have so quickly become my fantasy. I eyed the dress she had carefully folded and moved closer.

“You don’t like it?” I asked, my voice coming out hoarse.

She took a step back, like a prey skirting away from a predator. She shook her head, looking at the dress and then at the door behind me.

My lips curled into a smirk. There was no way she would make it past me, especially not with what she was wearing.

“It’s beautiful, but it’s so tight. I don’t think I would feel comfortable showing off my body like that,” she said quietly.

“Ah, I see. I’ll find you another one then,” I cooed, pleased with her decision.

No other man will ever get to see her as I do, not even the outline of her body in a tight dress. My hands clenched into fists as I imagined men gawking at her and undressing her with their eyes. I would kill anyone who looked at her like that.

Elena is mine, and mine alone.

I smiled at her, discarding the thoughts of these men from my mind as I placed my hands on her hips and eased her to mine. I could see the surprise in her eyes as our bodies touched, her throat working as she gulped.

I grinned, excited by her nervousness and innocence. She was just too cute. I'd never met anyone like her, with so much fire and yet so little world experience. I wanted to corrupt her, slowly rob her of her innocence, while I molded her into the image of a goddess, she didn’t yet know she was.

“Elena, have I told you how beautiful you are?” I asked, pushing a strand of chestnut brown hair to the side as I caressed the side of her face down to her neck and collarbone. Blush trailed after my hand, staining her skin with a delicious pink that sent a thrill down my spine.

She let out a shaky breath and leaned into my touch. I grinned at her action, deep down, she wanted it, but my girl was as stubborn as they come. Although she was fighting the idea of giving herself to me, her body betrayed her. She longed to be touched and held. I could see it and smell her heat. A warm feeling spread through me as a plan formed in my head. I will make her admit that she wants me.

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