Page 38 of Kidnapped Bratva Toy

“Nothing.”

Chuckling lightly, I folded my arms behind my head and shut my eyes.

“If you get cold up there, just let me know. I’ll be happy to come warm you up.”

I could practically hear the eye roll along with her light scoff. “I’m good. You can just stay right there.”

“You bossing me around, sweetheart?” I cocked a brow even as I sunk into the somewhat comfort of lying down.

“Would it work if I was?”

My cock twitched as I grinned. I loved that bratty mouth of hers, the way she challenged me. Goddamn, it was so tempting to get up and yank away the covers she was most likely clutching. Still, I was holding onto the fantasy of sneaking into the bed when she was asleep.

“Absolutely not, darlin’.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” I heard her shuffle in the bed. “I’m going to bed now, Pietor. If you plan on dragging me around everywhere with you tomorrow, you want me rested. I am not a morning person.”

“I think I could devise a few ways to keep you up.”

She didn’t respond; she just exaggerated the sounds of her “sleeping.” I laughed to myself, letting the tiredness wash over me so that I, too, wouldn’t be dragging ass come 6 a.m.

A few Zzzs before getting up to check on Billie was certainly in order if I was going to be useful tomorrow night. Cohen was as fucking dirty as the day was long, and if there were any hiccups at 2319, I’d have to be on my game.

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The floor to the left of my head creaked, and my eyes shot open. It hadn’t been long after I’d fallen asleep; I could tell that much, and my brain reeled for just a moment as I came out of another dream about claiming Billie. I was sporting a decent erection because of it.

Still, I knew every noise this room made, and that particular creak only happened when someone stepped on the floorboard between the bed and the closet.

Billie was out of bed and not going to the bathroom.

I shot my hand out in the darkness, clutching Billie’s ankle and yanking her down. She yelped, landing with a little thud, and I was quick to flip her over, securing both her hands above her head with one of mine and pinning her to the floor as I straddled her.

“Goddamn it. Get off me,” Billie bit out, her voice low and hushed even as she thrashed against me.

The swells of her breasts were pushed up against the fabric of my tee, and I knew it had been hiked up around her hips in the scuffle. She bucked against me, trying to throw me off. But all she managed to do was make sure that the erection I’d been sporting, thanks to a saucy dream about her, stayed right where it was.

“Ugh,” I grunted, “feel free to keep that up. Feeling you squirm beneath me is very enjoyable.”

Billie froze, and I just smirked down at her. When she just glared, my eyes getting used to the lack of light, I cocked a brow, narrowing my stare on her.

“Going somewhere, sweetheart?”

She continued to glare, yanking against the hold I had on her wrists. “Fuck you. I’m not staying here. How’d you even hear me?”

I chuckled. “I know every sound this house makes, darlin’. You’d have better luck sneaking out of prison.”

With a huff, Billie pulled her hands down harder, still not going anywhere, and then let out a frustrated cry.

“You fucking kidnapped me, you jerk. I want out of here. I have a life I want to get back to.”

Something about the indignation in her eyes set me off. I was done pussyfooting around or sugarcoating the truth. Billie needed to hear everything that she wasn’t allowing herself to face.

“Do you now? That life that was dragging you down every day? The one where you felt useless and bored. The one where your boss was setting you up to take the fall for any damage that might come out of this suit? That one?”

“I—”

“Stop,” I interrupted, hearing the disbelief in her voice. “You’re smarter than that, Billie. Think about it. Use that brilliant mind. Your boss heard you were kidnapped and told you to what? Stay put? That seems normal? Definitely not weird that a man of the law didn’t want to call the cops immediately.”

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