Page 12 of Forced Bratva Prisoner

He’s so tall I can’t see around him, so I just stay close to his back and let him be my guide.

We enter the long passageway that leads to the VIP area, and the red glow of lights above us gives the entire place a sort of sexy vibe. I feel naughty. I know I shouldn’t be here.

His hand reaches around and touches my waist as he moves me in front of him, but as I step around him, we brush so closely against each other that my heart leaps into my throat.

Then, without even knowing how it happened, I find myself pressed against the wall.

I can smell the dark forest scent of his cologne. Pine and amber. I breathe in, letting it taunt me.

My entire body is tingling with anticipation. His eyes pierce into me and his hand wraps around my jaw. I feel my lips part as my eyes go to his mouth.

His mouth locks over mine.

I can feel his body pushing against me, and it thrills me to know that I am trapped here beneath him with my back against the wall. The muscles of his stomach and his broad thick shoulders press against me.

I reach out and run my hands over his sides, feeling his sculpted physique.

This is not what I do. This is not me.

I never get to just let go and kiss gorgeous strangers in sexy red passageways.

I never get to just have fun. I always have to smile and be polite and be perfect. I have to be the quiet, obedient daughter who never steps out of line.

Tonight I can pretend to be anyone. I can pretend to be free.

This is the moment where I decide that tonight, nothing else matters.

I don’t care if I get home late and my father catches me. What is he going to do to me that is worse than everything he has already done? He might lock me away forever, trap me in the basement. What more could he put me through to make my life a misery?

I don’t care about any of that right now.

I push the fear aside and focus on the stranger’s lips as they move over mine. I wanted to escape tonight, and all I have to do is let this gorgeous man kiss me—and maybe just see where it leads.

I feel myself giggle as he pulls away to look down at me with those piercing blue eyes. Actually, I can’t wait to find out where this will lead once we are alone in the VIP section. This is so much more fun than dancing alone. I’m going to lie in bed for weeks after this remembering how amazing this feels.

It’s exactly what I need to distract me from the horrible things I’ve seen.

He steps back, a mischievous grin on his face, and we carry on down the red passage towards the door.

When he suggests that we get champagne, my insides churn. Champagne reminds me of my father’s parties, and I want nothing to do with those memories.

But then I feel bad. It’s impolite to say no to what he wants. I can’t be selfish like that. If he prefers champagne, then I will just drink it.

“If you don’t like champagne, we don’t have to get that—what would you prefer?” He asks.

“Anything you like,” I reply, trying to compensate for the fact that I was rude in asking for something else.

But then he is kissing me again, and I am melting against him. My head spins, giddy and wild.

“Tell me what you like,” he whispers, his lips right against mine.

“I like gin?" I giggle nervously.

“Alright, gin it is.”

Instead of waiting for someone to come and serve us, he goes off to get our drinks himself, and I take a quick moment to run my fingers through my hair and touch up my lip gloss. I can’t even remember when last I had a date that my father didn’t arrange with one of his creepy clients in order to get a business deal.

This is as close as I am going to get to one, and I feel ridiculously nervous.

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