Page 29 of Innocently Imprisoned By the Bratva

Pippa arches into me with a breathy sigh. "The feeling's mutual."

Quick, fast, I’d slam into her soaking pussy. Her body, her tits, would lunge forward. I’d take her arms behind her back, making her give all control to me, holding her arms in one hand while gripping onto her curvy, precious waist with the other.

In my fantasy, I’d slam into her, over and over again, watching the reflection of me fucking her in the glass windows behind my desk. She’s staring into my eyes in the reflection and moans loudly. Afraid someone might hear us outside, I lean forward, my cock inching deeper into her wet, tight pussy, and slam her mouth shut.

She moans at me, trying to get me to go deeper, harder.

I groan, about to make her cum in my dreams, when the front door bursts open. "Lev, we need to talk!” A sharp voice cuts through the haze of my fantasy, jolting me back to reality.

"Anoushka?" I blink, disoriented, as I look up at my sister standing in the doorway, her arms crossed and an impatient scowl on her face.

"Are you going to sit there daydreaming all day, or are you going to tell me about this kidnapping situation?" she demands, clearly unimpressed by my lack of focus.

“Seriously, Anoushka?” I groan. “You know?”

“Oh, we ALL know,” she clarifies.

In my mind, I curse Damien.

Anoushka blinks, shaking off her surprise, and pins me with a glare. "You have some explaining to do, little brother."

I give an exaggerated sigh. "What now, dear Sister?"

"The girl you kidnapped!" she hisses, shooting a glance at Pippa. "Where is the idiot who let herself be taken by you of all people? And what are you planning to do with her?"

“That would be me,” an amused voice comes from the corner of the room. Both Anoushka and I turn in surprise to see Pippa standing there with a broom in her hand. She sets it down and walks forward, nodding at Anoushka. “I might be an idiot for letting myself get kidnapped, but he’s the bigger idiot for kidnapping the wrong girl, wouldn’t you say?” she gives Anoushka a sweet, amused smile.

A flicker of respect crosses my sister’s face, and she purses her lips, nodding in agreement. “You know what? You’re right.”

“I know,” Pippa shrugs. “I'm Pippa Anderson." She offers my sister her hand.

Anoushka takes it and shakes it firmly.

Anoushka studies Pippa, taking in her casual grace and unruffled demeanor. A smile tugs at my sister's lips. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Pippa Anderson. I'm Anoushka, the idiot's sister."

Pippa's smile widens. "The pleasure is mine. Though I can hardly believe an idiot like him,” she flicks her head my way and passes me a wink, “could have a sister as cool as you!”

“Hey! What the hell?” I sputter in protest. Both women ignore me.

"Cheeky thing, aren't you?" Anoushka says with a laugh. She turns to me, eyes gleaming with delight. "I like her.”

“Gee, thanks!” Pippa grins from ear to ear, basking in the praise.

Anoushka whistles, looking between us with keen interest. "Well, this is certainly turning out to be an interesting day." She grins at Pippa. "Since my dear brother has made such a mess of things, let me make it up to you. How about I take you out for coffee, and we can chat without this grump interfering?"

"I don't think that's a good idea," I say sharply. Pippa is mine to deal with, not hers.

"Hush." Anoushka waves a hand at me. "I'm not asking you." She turns her bright smile back to Pippa. "What do you say? It'll give you a chance to escape my brother's dubious charms for a bit."

Pippa hesitates, darting a glance at me, and I tense. But after a moment, she nods. "That sounds lovely, thank you."

Betrayal and anger crash over me in a wave. How dare she? I open my mouth to forbid her from going, but Pippa fixes me with a challenging look, as if daring me to object.

Jaw clenched, I remain silent. There’s no way I want to go against her and Anoushka. But this isn't over.

Anoushka grins in triumph and loops her arm through Pippa's. "Wonderful! This will be fun. I'll have her back in a few hours."

I glare at them both but say nothing as Anoushka steers Pippa out the front door to her sports car. Pippa glances over her shoulder at me and gives me a cheerful wave.

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