Page 43 of The Bratva's Secret Twins

Maybe this is what happens with crazy people…. They talk to the voices in their heads—only they do that out loud.

“You really need to shut up.” Again, I said it aloud, and when I realized that, I paused for a second, shaking my head.

Yup! That’s how it starts.

I ignored that pesky little voice and tried to find a solution, but I couldn’t do that sitting there and arguing with the voices in my head. Straining at my aches, I struggled to get back on my feet. I let out a sigh and summoned the courage to push myself forward.

The street was lonely, with a dog barking in the distance. It was cold outside, but my hoodie protected me from it. With my hands in my pockets, I walked down the street, having nowhere in particular to go.

I had no place to rest my head, and my stomach was rumbling; I was hungry. The more I wandered, the more a part of me regretted leaving.

Daniil was a monster and a hardened criminal, but at least, in his own twisted way, he cared for me, and my God! He fucked me well. I might have been a prisoner at his place, but I hadn’t lacked anything—nothing at all.

My plan to do everything just to make him believe that I’d submitted had worked, but at the same time, while I’d been pretending to have accepted my fate, I was also starting to enjoy his company. We’d hardly spoken much, as we were having sex most of our time together, lots and lots of great, mind-blowing sex.

My pussy tickled at the thought of how manly he was—how much power his touch held over me. I was drawn to his darkness, which was why I was sometimes shameless around him.

The man took my virginity…. Rather, I chose to give it to him because I was dying to have him inside me. I’d fantasized about fucking him more times than I could count since the very first time I’d seen him. So, when he finally had fucked me, the experience was nothing short of what I’d expected. It was, in fact, better than I could’ve ever imagined.

His cock, so veiny and long—thick and fleshy—always hit the right places, making me scream out in pleasure.

And his tongue!

My body shivered at the thought of all the things that the organ did to my pussy. It really was magical—the things that tongue did to me. Daniil was an expert.

Then there were his hands, those masculine hands!

Even now, I could feel them caressing me, holding me possessively. In a very weird way, I’d come to be comfortable with his possessiveness.

I thought about his lips and how he’d used them to kiss me so fervently. The man might’ve been a ruthless criminal, but he was such a good lover.

Now, I was literally having cold feet and having to rethink things.

Was leaving him the right choice…?

Yes, it was!

I deserved better than to be treated like I was only good for sex. I had my life to live; I had dreams, goals, and aspirations. I wasn’t going to let that all slip away just because my captor had a great cock and was probably the world’s best fucker.

It didn’t matter how good the sex was; I had made my bed and was determined to lay in it. Leaving that dangerous man wasn’t a bad idea.

I knew he was a very powerful man, and men like him often had eyes in the street, reporting to him on matters like this.

Shit!

I needed to be careful and smart, so I bent my head down even though the hoodie had concealed my identity. I needed to make a call, but how? I didn’t have a phone.

My voice of reason said to me, Then get one.

And how’s she supposed to do that? the other voice asked.

I spotted a woman approaching me. She seemed a bit classy, and I watched her get off the phone and place the device in her handbag.

Hold the fuck on! Don’t tell me you want her to do what I think you want her to do.

I knew what I had to do. I wasn’t going to like it, but it was the only option.

You know, for a voice of reason, you sure aren’t reasoning right now.

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