Page 22 of Forced By the Bratva

“Oh, princess, mmm, yes.”

My lips pulled up in a smile. My stomach was churning, my insides felt like they were scrunched together. I felt my breathing becoming vaguely harder as my hormones bounced around.

Piotr breathed out hard, and then there was silence. I wondered if he was still there. “Piotr,” I whispered into the phone.

“Yes, princess, I am here but must go. I will see you later,” Piotr breathed out over the phone. “You are amazing,” he added and then hung up.

Still moving my legs, I laid my head back and closed my eyes. Cupping my breasts, I massaged them lightly. My body reacted to my touch. Squeezing my nipples, I breathed in hard as my senses tingled.

Gently, I moved my hands down over my stomach to my pussy. Sliding the tip of my finger between the lips, I made slow, soft, circular motions. I was so worked up. It didn’t take long for my body to react.

I shook lightly as I climaxed. Moaning, I closed my legs on my hand and turned to my side. For a moment, I just lay there with my eyes closed as I breathed deeply, feeling every sensation running through me.

If I could make myself feel like this, I wondered how it would feel if Piotr did these things. After a bit, I washed, dressed, and headed downstairs. Mila has been teaching me some seduction techniques during the week. She had a job coming up and asked me to help her.

After everything I did for Jones, this was a welcome change. It felt a bit naughty at times. But I knew I had to assist if I wanted their help to get out of the country. I would have to do my part.

After a quick breakfast, Mila showed me the blueprints for where the party was to be held. We discussed the clients and what we needed to get from them. We spent the morning going over posture, dialect, and body language.

Mila made a point of reminding me what to do should I feel I was in danger. She had picked out a dress for me to wear and assisted with my hair and make-up.

Once we were done, it was time to go. Dusk had started to creep in, and the party would be starting at eight. Grabbing my small handbag from the bed, I glanced at my reflection in the mirror.

I barely recognized myself. The tight black dress pushed my breasts up, exposing more of them than I usually allowed. But, according to Mila, this was the idea. You needed to keep the men distracted. It was only a trial run for me, but I was excited.

The dress only ran halfway down my thigh and had slits on both sides. These ran up to my hips. They exposed most of my legs when I walked. But according to Mila, it was also a distraction technique. The high-heeled boots made my calves appear bigger than they were. Mila said this was a big attraction for men.

I felt a bit out of place but would do what was needed. It was better and safer than selling organs on the black market. Heading down, I found Mila in the kitchen. She wore a skirt and blouse, exposing much more of her breasts than mine. She was a beautiful woman. I just didn’t understand how she could do this for a living.

She gave me a necklace to wear. It had a tracker in case we got separated. We took Konstantin’s vehicle as our attire wouldn’t work on her bike. I felt nervous as we headed to the party.

“Don’t worry so much,” Mila said as we pulled up. “Just see how it goes.”

Chapter 12 - Piotr

Leaning against my bike and staring at the building before me, my mind wandered. This building was the one where we got into a fight. We have been trying to gain access all week. Every idea seemed less plausible than the one before.

We tried all scenarios and almost got caught two days back. It was quite a fight to get out, like the first time, but we did. Standing here watching the people moving in and out, I was trying to see an opening. Yet, my mind was playing with other images.

Since my call with Alyssa earlier, I have been having trouble concentrating. I was fighting a war inside. My urge to take her home was much stronger than I anticipated. I wanted nothing more than to go home and fuck her hard.

Shaking my head, I tried again to focus on the assignment. I had to clear my thoughts, or we may end up with trouble on our hands. Leon had moved to the one side doing surveillance. He had dropped Konstantin on the other side. We hoped that we could find a new plan.

Leon pulled up next to me as dusk started settling in. He had already picked up Konstantin. “I noticed they started a guard rotation about ten minutes back,” Leon said as he stopped.

“Yeah, I saw it. Just after it may be the ideal time or just before the next shift?” I replied.

“Right, we’ll discuss it with Ashan in the morning. Now, I think it’s time to head home. We need to unwind and clear our minds.” Leon added.

“Yup,” I said, getting onto my bike. “I’ll see you at home?”

“No,” Leon huffed at me. “I’m just going to drop Konstantin and head home. I have a wife waiting for me.”

Pulling on my helmet, I nodded and started up my baby. I felt slightly relieved that Leon didn’t want to stay. My mind was already filled with other things to do. As I rode, I couldn’t help but think of her. I wanted to feel her smooth skin. I desired to wrap her legs around my head and taste her.

My mind explored her body, and I could feel my blood heating to boiling point. I shook my head, trying to clear the images. My cock was throbbing, pushing at the constraints of my jeans. By the time the mansion came into view, I was semi-hard.

Pulling into my parking space, I noticed Mila’s bike wasn’t there. I placed my helmet on my bike’s seat and took a long breath, trying to calm the raging beast inside. Walking to the kitchen, I wondered how long Mila would be out. How much time would we have to ourselves?

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