Page 9 of Forced Bratva Prisoner

“It helps me get away from everything. It’s sort of the only time I have to—um—to escape life.”

“What life are you trying to escape? You look like the type of girl who has everything.”

“Looks can be deceiving.” She shrugs and picks up the tequila.

I can’t help but notice the hint of pain behind her glittering eyes, the hesitation behind her smile, the way she seems to be carrying a burden. I grin and throw back the tequila, then laugh at the face she pulls.

“I will never get used to that,” she chuckles.

Why would Sasha Balakin look troubled or weighed down by anything? She literally has everything handed to her on a silver platter. Daddy’s little angel. Spoiled, rich, pampered princess.

I roll my shoulders back.

“Come dance with me,” I say, wrapping my hand around her waist and pulling her towards the dance floor.

She smiles nervously but lets me lead her.

I pull her tight against my body as we move against each other.

The thrill of having the most gorgeous girl I have ever seen so close to me is doing things to me that I didn’t anticipate.

The music thrums as our bodies move. Her tight-fitting dress feels silky beneath my touch and her long legs are moving between mine.

I let my hand glide lower down her back, resting just over the curve above her ass. Applying a little pressure, I press her harder against me and lean forward to breathe in her delicious scent.

She wraps her warm arms around my neck and tilts her head back. Our eyes lock again, and electricity shoots through me.

An image flashes through my mind in which I lean forward and press my lips against hers.

My heart thunders.

I quickly push the thought away.

I know who she really is and how she lives her life, benefiting from her father’s sins.

I can’t be attracted to such evil.

But I need to at least let her think that I am.

I clench my jaw as I fight the fine line I’m toeing, realizing how easy it is to fake wanting her because it isn’t fake at all.

It’s just shallow, physical bullshit. That’s all.

Tonight is the night that my plan is going to take root. Tonight is where it all begins. I can’t be distracted by her. She is a temptress. She won’t distract me from what I want to achieve.

I run my hand up her spine and around the back of her head, tilting her head to the side so that I can talk against her ear to be heard over the music.

“Come with me to my VIP room in the back. We can get another drink and get to know each other better.”

I look into her eyes, and she bites her lower lip and then finally she nods.

I take her hand and pull her behind me as I weave my way through the crowd, off the dance floor, and towards the VIP section.

We enter a long passage, lit by red lights. I move her so that she is walking in front of me, but when her body brushes against mine, before I realize what I am doing, I have her pinned against the wall.

The red glow lights her skin seductively.

She gasps softly as I push her against the wall.

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