Page 43 of Forced Bratva Prisoner

I push myself away from her and she quickly climbs off the bed.

I can taste her on my lips, the erotic scent of her is on my skin. My cock is so hard it's aching.

She rushes into the bathroom and shuts the door, and I roll onto my back and breathe out a very heavy sigh of annoyance. What the hell just happened?

I climb off the bed and march through to the other room, going into the ensuite and pulling the shower handle on. I step beneath the water and try to clear my head, but it’s not working. All I can feel is her soft skin, all I can see when I close my eyes is her beautiful body.

I reach down and grab my cock. If I don’t sort myself out, I won’t be able to get anything done today.

After the shower, I feel a fraction better, but I’m still annoyed. I don’t understand why she stopped.

But I guess I do.

She is a prisoner here. Why would she want to be intimate with me?

But then why the hell did she start it this morning?

“Fucking woman,” I mutter, wondering if I will ever understand her.

Besides, she is not here to be understood. She is not my guest. She is part of my plan for revenge on her father.

I head back into my own room with a towel wrapped around my waist. She is still in the bathroom. I shake my head. Whatever. She can hide in there all day if she wants to.

I get dressed and head out. I have meetings to get to, and Maxim asked me to stop by his office to go over some of our new clients' requests.

Penny makes breakfast for me, and I sit in the dining room thinking about Sasha. I don’t want to be thinking about her, not like this. Not in a way that suggests I might have a soft spot for her. Because I don’t. I definitely don’t.

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At Maxim’s office, I sit in the chair at his desk while he talks about things I should be paying attention to.

“So the product is going to be more expensive if we ship it the way he wants us to ship it. We need to convince him he’ll be saving money by using our carrier. If he still wants to use his carrier—well, at least we’ve given him the option, you know?”

I look up at him.

“Leon? Did you hear a word I just said?”

“Yes, his carrier, more expensive.” I mutter.

“Where’s your head this morning? You seem distracted.”

“Sorry, man, I am. I don’t know why.”

He chuckles. “I might know why.”

“Why?” I ask, snappy and agitated.

“Are you used to having a female living with you?”

I roll my eyes.

“Listen, I also wanted to talk to you about what happened at the party. Rico Nunes is not going to be a problem anymore. That guy was in a state after you left. All he wanted to do was tear Sasha apart.” Maxim shakes his head. “But I’ve sorted him out. It definitely won’t happen again.”

“Thanks, I appreciate that.” I sigh. “Yeah, I’m not used to having a girl in the house.” Leaning back in his office chair, I fold my arms across my chest and roll my head to try and ease the tension in my neck.

“Have you already started your plan, having you been torturing her?”

His questions catch me off guard, and I clear my throat, wondering how to answer it.

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