Page 32 of Kidnapped Bratva Toy

“Dammit. They’re looking over here.”

Tipping my head forward made my curls fall into my face, and I whispered to Pietor.

“What do we do?”

Keeping my face down meant I couldn’t see Pietor’s expression, but when he spoke, somehow I knew he was smirking.

“Old reliable, it seems.”

I shook my head. “I don’t know—”

“Oh, baby. God, you’re gorgeous.”

My mind was scrambling. Why was Pietor acting like that? He shifted closer on the bench, his arm slipping around my waist. I gasped, and then he tucked in by my neck like he was kissing me. But he never actually made contact.

Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God…

Eyes flaring wide, I just sat there. I didn’t do anything, and Pietor nuzzled so close to my neck that it had to look like we were making out or something. Over the headphones, I could hear the Irish guy complaining, the eye roll I couldn’t see very evident in his tone.

“Ugh. Fucking get a room, won’t ya. Christ.”

Pietor’s smell swirled around me, short-circuiting my brain. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t reason, and without my mind’s permission, my hand drifted up to Pietor’s chest. I flattened it against him, and holy hell, the feel of his muscles taught and corded under my hand was…

No. No, I couldn’t be thinking like this. He was a confessed criminal—in the fucking mob, for Christ’s sake. And yet, my chest heaved, my lungs and beating heart too noticeable as he towered over me, the tickle of Pietor’s breath on my neck doing something to me.

“Get me that information,” Teddy’s voice played through the earbuds, and I hardly heard it over the sound of my blood rushing through my ears. And do it fast. Deliver it to 2319 by tomorrow evening. We’ll talk soon, Cohen.”

The guy started to walk past our bench, and Pietor mumbled something against my hair that I couldn’t understand. I felt drunk, and his hand came to the side of my face, cupping my cheek.

“You’re in a park, mates,” Teddy grumbled as he passed us. “Take it indoors.”

“Fucker,” Nicholas said over the buds, and then I could hear him get up.

He left the other direction out of the park, not passing our bench, and after a moment, Pietor slid away, smirking like a damn devil. I was ready to scream, to whimper, to strongly consider kissing him, and it was all so damn messy.

I did not like messy.

“Well, sweetheart,” Pietor was still too close to me, still touching me, and his thumb brushed across my bottom lip, “I think we got some good intel.”

“I…”

My voice was too soft and meek, and I despised it. I shook my head, taking Pietor’s hand off my cheek, and scooted backward across the bench to put as much space between us as I could.

“So, are we good for the day then?” I clenched my jaw, trying to will my heart to slow down. “Can we leave?”

“That excited to to head home, sweetheart?” Pietor drawled out, and it took everything not to slap him.

As it was, I closed my eyes, sucking in that cool breeze that felt so damn good now that I was beyond overheated. When I looked at Pietor again, I stood up from the bench and started walking.

“I’m eager to put some distance between us.”

He was at me in a flash, wrapping his fist around my arm. “No need to rush, darlin’. I’d be more than happy to get you back in my bedroom.”

I could sense the threat in his fingers even as Pietor’s words were all charm and playful flirtation. His mismatched stare burned into me, and I couldn’t stand what it did to my body, making me ache for him.

“Fine.”

With a nod, I gestured for him to lead on. When he started walking, I picked up my strides to head back toward the car while matching his speed. My heart hammered, and the deep well of my core throbbed.

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