Page 41 of Kidnapped Bratva Toy

“You’re not hard to read, darlin’.” He circled his hips, and damn, it felt so good to have him up against me like this.

My composure was cracking, and I knew it.

“Why won’t you let yourself have something you want? Hmm?” He lowered his nose to my neck, practically nuzzling. “Why are you denying yourself?”

“It’s…it’s not that simple. You know that.” I tried to lean away, pulling against his hold even though I loved being there.

“Life is as simple as you want it to be, sweetheart. “Your brain is overcomplicating things. What does the rest of you think?”

My pussy throbbed with each word, and I was damn near hyperventilating now. My chest subtly heaved as I tried and failed to think around the incredible scent of Pietor’s skin so close to mine.

“I…I…”

Shaking my head, I pulled myself free, just barely and took off for the door.

But as soon as I reached it, massive arms crowded around me as Pietor pressed against me, pinning me to the thin piece of wood separating me from my freedom.

His erection ground against my ass, and I fucking loved it. It was so stupid of me, but my body did not give one single shit that it was turned on by my captor. My subconscious reminded me that he’d never really hurt me and that I’d been attracted to Pietor from the first moment I saw him.

God, I’m delusional. I…

But my thoughts melted away as Pietor rubbed himself against me, his mouth coming to the crook of my neck.

“I’m not letting you get away, sweetheart.” His breath tickled my skin as he spoke, my entire body trembling. “I’ve known since the moment I saw you that you were mine.”

A furious shiver tore through me as he said the words, and I could hardly think. I wanted him so badly, but years of thinking one way were at war with what my body and dark core wanted.

“You’re going to get that through your head, darlin’.” Pietor’s hand came to the hem of the tee I was wearing, toying with the fabric as his fingers teased my skin. “And I have no problem drilling that fact into you.”

His hips flexed as he said drilling, and I sucked in a shuddering breath. Something inside me just clicked, a light switch turning off so that I could embrace the shadowy areas of my soul. And it felt…good.

“Oh yeah? That’s a lot of talk for a guy who hasn’t done anything this entire time.”

Pietor chuckled low. “Watch it, sweetheart.”

“Or what? Are you going to punish me? Bend me over your knee and,” I pushed my ass back against him, rolling my hips so my curves teased him, “spank me?”

At that, Pietor’s hand came down over my right ass cheek, and I yelped. I knew he’d held back quite a bit, but a warm sting still sang through my skin.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He dragged his fingernails across the burning flesh, and I hissed. “You want me to take you right here.”

“I don’t want anything about you, Pietor Vadim. I don’t like you. I don’t want you.”

Pushing enough to turn over my shoulder and look at him, I watched Pietor’s eyes darken—the sinister look there made me tremble, whether from apprehension or arousal, I couldn’t tell. My pussy clenched around nothing, and I bit back the needy whine that wanted to escape my lips.

“Is that so, sweetheart?”

Suddenly, Pietor spun me around, and I yelped as he slammed me back against the door. It was loud enough that in any other house, people probably would have come to check out what had happened. I knew that wouldn’t be the case here, though.

My spine stung from the impact, but I could hardly care as I looked up into Pietor’s mismatched eyes, his towering, shirtless body hovering inches away from me. His hands were planted on either side of my head, but then Pietor slid one down, dragging his fingers over my shoulder and down my chest.

A feverish whimper barely squeaked out of me as he passed over my hardened nipple before slipping lower as he turned his hand over to grip the hem of the T-shirt. My heart hammered so hard I could feel it in my core, and I felt so small as Pietor dwarfed me with his sheer size—not to mention the incredible weight of his menacing presence.

I clenched my jaw, unwilling to let the desperate moan out, but then his knuckles brushed me as he gripped the tee.

“So, if I slip my fingers between your legs, what will I find, hmm?”

Pietor smirked, lowering his face closer to mine as he pressed in and closed the distance between us. His chest smoothed over my own, and the sweep of sensation against my nipples made me arch into him, needy for more.

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