Page 44 of Innocently Imprisoned By the Bratva

Damien frowns and Boris looks disinterested, but Lev leans forward. “Go on,” he encourages me.

“Once you find where she is, I can initiate contact. We were always friendly. I could try to figure out, through innocent conversation, where her father might be and lead you to him. But kidnapping cannot be the answer… please,” I almost beg at the end.

Taking a deep breath, I launch into an impassioned explanation. "When you kidnap someone, you're not just stealing them away physically. You're ripping apart their sense of safety, security, and trust. The emotional scars can last a lifetime, even after they've been returned to their family."

As I speak, I can feel Lev's intense gaze on me. It's clear he's listening, truly considering my perspective. And for a moment, I allow myself to hope that maybe—just maybe—I can make a difference.

"Think about it," I finish, my voice wavering but strong. "Is it worth causing that much damage for the sake of sending a message?"

The room falls silent as my words hang heavy in the air. Boris and Damien exchange a long look, and for once, I can believe that I've planted a seed of doubt in their minds.

But my hopes are dashed when Boris looks right at me with an ice-cold gaze. “Leave, now,” he tells me, his jaw clenched together.

Uh oh. Did I make a mistake? Was I too bold in stating my opinion? My face pales and I think Lev notices, because the next thing I know, Lev excuses himself from the meeting. He stands and grips my arm, leading me out of the room, leaving his brothers behind.

He leads me into a private room down the hall, shutting the door behind us with a resolute click. I turn to face him, confused and slightly alarmed by the sudden change in location. Lev must be really mad at me to pull me out like that.

"Lev, I’m sorry if I—"

"Shh," he cuts me off, his voice low and husky. He steps closer, forcing me to tilt my head back to meet his intense gaze. "I need to tell you something."

"Okay," I say cautiously, my heart pounding in my chest. What could he possibly want to say right now?

"Your courage is incredibly sexy, Pippa." The words leave his lips almost as if it physically pains him to admit it. "The way you stood up to my brothers just now… it was like watching a lioness taking on two silverback gorillas."

"Um, thanks?" I respond, unsure how to process his compliment. It's not every day someone compares you to a lioness.

"Your brain is so damn sexy, Pippa. The passion in your eyes when you were talking about what you believe is right. Your willingness to go down for a good fight…" He pauses, his own eyes darkening with desire. "It turns me on more than I can describe."

"Lev, I—" I stammer, taken aback by his confession. I feel flattered but also a bit overwhelmed. And if I'm being honest, a part of me is undeniably thrilled by his attraction.

"Sorry if I scared you," he says, his voice softer now, almost vulnerable. "But I needed you to know."

His eyes lock onto mine, and the intensity of his gaze sends shivers down my spine. I can feel the heat radiating between our bodies, the magnetic pull drawing us closer.

"Lev," I whisper, my voice barely audible. My mind races with the implications of what's happening, but a part of me doesn't care about the consequences.

"Shh," he murmurs once more, his hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair behind my ear. Our faces are mere inches apart now, our breath mingling as we share this charged moment. I can no longer hold back.

With a moan, I reach up and grab his thick head of hair, pulling him toward me. With a slam, his lips crash against mine. He grabs my hips, and walks me backward, slamming me against the wall.

His hands reach behind my dress, unzipping me. My dress falls to the ground, and I stand there before him in my bra and panties.

He moans as he slides his hands up my thighs. I can feel his calloused fingers spreading my legs apart, and his mouth claims mine once more. His tongue explores my mouth as his hands roam my body. I reach for the belt of his trousers and undo the buckle. He unzips them, in too much of a frenzy to pull his pants down. His cock swings free.

In one swift move, he takes my arm and wrenches it behind me, turning me around. I bend over facing the wall, and he lowers his knees, ramming his hard, thick cock right into me.

I moan and he covers my mouth, pounding into me, over and over again, until the world ceases to exist.

Chapter 17 - Lev

I lean against the doorframe of my brothers' office, arms crossed, as they fire off their complaints about Pippa. When they told me they wanted an urgent meeting, this was not what I expected.

Needless to say, I am pissed off.

"She shouldn't concern herself with Bratva business," Damien grumbles, his brow furrowed.

Boris nods in agreement, adding, "She had no right to rally against our plans for Lenny's daughter."

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