Page 43 of Innocently Imprisoned By the Bratva

I begin to clench the back of my throat, releasing and clenching in periodic bursts. I know this drives him mad.

"God, Pippa… You're amazing," he breathes, his cock bucking into my mouth. I feel his cock pulsing, throbbing against the back of my throat. I maintain a steady grip on his hips, and pull his cock out of my mouth, only to take it in again. My head bobs up and down, my lips fervently sucking on him. My other hand fondles his balls, rolling them around as if massaging his pleasure.

His breaths grow shorter and sharper, and I see his eyes losing focus as he nears his peak. I feel his entire body tensing up, preparing for the release.

"Pippa!" Lev groans, his hands gripping the sheets tightly, his legs shaking.

And in that moment, when I know he's about to cum, I close my lips around the top of his cock, feeling his warm, sweet cum drip down the back of my throat.

I wait till I quench the last drop out of him, only letting go and wiping my mouth with the back of my hand when he’s completely dry.

He lies there, breathless, watching me. He lays out an arm, and motions at me to come lie beside him. I snuggle in, resting my head on his chest. He leans forward and kisses the top of my head. “We’ve been late every day this week,” he tells me.

“And yet, I still can’t get enough,” I reply.

***

Half an hour later, I stand in front of my closet, tempted to continue experimenting with my style. I run my fingers over the various fabrics, contemplating which outfit will make me feel as confident and powerful as I did this morning. I finally decide on a form-fitting A-line olive green dress that hugs my curves in all the right places.

I walk over to the car, where Lev waits. He whistles appreciatively when he catches sight of me. "You look incredible."

"Thank you," I reply, feeling proud of how his eyes linger over me. It's not just about looking good—for the first time in my life, I feel genuinely comfortable in my own skin. And it seems that Lev's attraction to me has played a big part in that.

"Ready to face the day?" he asks, offering his hand with an almost tender smile.

"Absolutely," I answer, taking his hand.

***

Stepping into Boris's office with a fresh sense of confidence, I prepare to submit my latest report on our CSR progress. It's been a month since I started working for the Zolotov brothers, and I've been steadily earning their trust through hard work and dedication.

"Here's the financial analysis you requested," I say, handing the neatly-bound document to Boris. He nods approvingly, his icy blue eyes scanning the pages briefly before setting it aside.

I look over at the other two Zolotov brothers, Damien and Lev. I give Damien a polite nod, and wink over at Lev.

"Good work, Pippa," Boris says gruffly, already turning his attention back to the meeting at hand. I take that as my cue to leave, but as I reach for the doorknob, I hear the brothers resume their conversation.

"Look, we need to make a strong statement against Lenny," Damien insists, his voice tense. "Taking his daughter will send a clear message."

"Are you sure that's the best course of action?" Lev questions, sounding skeptical.

I freeze, my hand still on the door handle. Kidnapping? Lenny's daughter? Memories of my own abduction flood my mind, making my heart race so fast as I relive that horrific moment. Back then, I didn’t know Lev wasn’t dangerous. The fear of that very event, an unknown man’s hands all over me, throwing me in the back of a van, being brought into a house full of armed men, comes back to haunt me. I can't just stand here and listen to them plot something so vile—especially not when I've experienced firsthand the horrors of being taken by surprise, with no idea of what might unravel in the future.

Gathering my courage, I turn back on my heels and walk over to the desk, slamming my fist on the table. All three men startle at my outburst, surprise written across their faces.

"Kidnapping is not the answer!" I blurt out, my voice shaking but determined. Boris and Damien exchange glances before leveling their gazes on me.

"Really, Pippa? You think you have a say in our decisions?" Boris sneers, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Actually, Boris, I do," I counter, putting all my newfound confidence into my stance. "I know what it's like to be ripped away from your life and held against your will. Do you really want to inflict that kind of pain on someone else?"

“Oh, come on,” Damien cuts in. “Lev hardly tortured you,” he rolls his eyes.

A wave of anger passes over me. I stare at Lev, who looks mildly guilty. “He might not have tortured me,” I tell Damien, through gritted teeth. “But the thoughts I had going through my mind when I didn’t know him, or any of you for that matter, was a form of immense emotional abuse. Do you know how scary it was to be put into an unknown man, to enter a house full of men with guns, some of which were pointed right at you? I had such terrible thoughts going through my mind. I thought he’d kill me, or rape me, or torture me or worse and I had no idea why I was where I was. After that, for a whole week, I was kept in solitary isolation for making the simple mistake to… run? I wouldn’t wish it on another woman, especially not Lenny’s daughter.”

“She’s his spawn,” Boris says. “Unfortunately, the child pays for the father’s sin.”

“She is nothing like her father,” I tell them. “I might not know Lenny the way you do, but he was always good to me. And his daughter She’s sweet, innocent. Look, I can help you,” I propose.

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