Page 54 of The Bratva's Hostage Bride

I turn the hot water on, wiggle out of my underwear, and step under the water. I adjust it until it’s perfect, at least for me, and I turn to rinse my hair.

Luka stands watching me for a moment, and I almost feel self-conscious. He steps into the shower and reaches for his body soap. He soaps up a loofah and starts to work it around my sore body. Now that I’m relaxing, I can feel my muscles straining.

Now and then, Luka will give me a soft kiss on the shoulder, my back, or my hip. It depends on where he is at the time.

When he’s done, I take the loofah and rinse it out before adding more soap. I start to wash him. He lifts his arms and puts them on either side of my head, the water cascading down him.

I pause when I reach his semi-erect cock. I’m too sore to have sex, but that doesn’t mean I can’t please him. I lather up my hand and start to stroke him.

He closes his eyes, and is that a growl I hear? I continue to move my hand, watching his facial expressions with a naive curiosity. I’ve never given someone a hand job before, and a part of me feels like I should be embarrassed, but I don’t want to be.

I stroke him faster and lean up to kiss him. He kisses me back hungrily and moves his hips so he’s fucking my hand. I use my other hand to cup his balls and massage them gently when suddenly he grunts softly and tips his head back. His cum hits the wall and gets washed down the drain. I’m sure it's not the first time.

I look up at him, and he smiles. “Return the favor?”

“If you mean, let me lie down and not get up for an hour, then yes.” I grin and step out of the shower, wrapping a towel around myself. He rinses off as I comb my fingers through my hair.

“I’ll teach you to shoot later. Every girl should know how to work a gun.” He wraps a towel around his waist. “For now, though, let’s go lie down for an hour and not get up.”

I squeal as he scoops me off my feet like a princess and carries me out of the bathroom.

Chapter 18 - Luka

As I get dressed, Hannah sneaks off to her room to put some clothes on. I’m enjoying our day together. I don’t want to leave her here and go to work. I want her to see what I do and see I’m not all bad. That what I do is not all bad.

I go to her bedroom and knock on the door. “Hannah?”

“Again, Luka?” she calls, opening the door with a smile. “Are you eighteen years old?”

“With you, I might be,” I chuckle. “No, I wanted to invite you to come out with me to the afternoon drag races. It’ll be fun for you to see what I do when I’m not home.”

“Won’t the police arrest us?” she asks curiously.

“No, the police and I have a deal.” I grin. “Afterward, I’ll take you to get some clothes, and when we come home, you can pick what we’re doing for the evening.”

“Deal,” she says. “What should I wear?”

“Shorts, it’s going to be hot. Short top. Definitely put on some sunscreen and wear a hat and sunglasses.”

“You’re in a suit,” she points out.

“Yes, a specially tailored suit; it’s made of very breathable fabric.” I lean down and kiss her nose. “Meet me downstairs in ten minutes, and we’ll go.”

She shuts her door, and I hear her giggling as she crosses her room. It makes my heart soar to listen to her so happy. This is what I wanted—to make her happy.

I go downstairs and find Monty waiting for me. “Anything new?”

“Armenians are attacking smaller spots, robbing us blind.” He hands me some papers.

I hand them back to him. “Leave them on my desk. I’m taking Hannah out to the drag races.”

Monty nods. “Do you want me to escort you?”

“We’ll be fine,” I say, waving him off. “Keep an eye on the house.”

“Yes, sir.” He says, walking away. Hannah comes downstairs looking absolutely adorable. I take her in my arms and kiss her softly.

“Hello, gorgeous.”

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