Page 21 of Stolen By the Bratva King

“That’s not necessary. I’m perfectly capable of making myself come.” She sniffs and looks out the window, a defensive tone in her voice.

“Clearly.” My heart is blazing with yearning. “But sometimes it’s more fun with another person.”

Her brows furrow. She’s frustrated. “The mood is over, now.”

“Let me help you get it back,” I try again.

“I said I don’t need any help.” Her features are bleak as if she doesn’t believe or trust herself.

“I know you don’tneedit. Maybe we could have fun together,” I suggest instead. Maybe if I’m doing it too, she won’t be as shy.

I have this possessive craving for her that’s sending me to another dimension in my mind. I want to touch her between her legs and feel the warmth and the wetness gushing on my fingers.

I want to watch her face and look into her eyes as she comes hard on my hand. My cock strains in my pants at the idea of it. Iknow it’s too intimate and she won’t let me, but it’s a fantasy I’m hoping will eventually happen.

Hazel looks down. I lift her chin with my fingers, but she wiggles away from me, tightening the sheets around her naked frame. “Don’t.”

“Hazel, just listen.” I do my best to be gentle with her, but my desire is a pulsing giant. I want her. Badly. My self-control is collapsing like a house of cards.

“You should go,” she whispers, still refusing to look me in the eye.

“Are you sure?” I don’t want to pressure her, but the pressure of wanting to watch her moan and orgasm is threating to crush me.

“I’m…” she trails off, then releases a half sigh, half groan. “I’m sure. Please. This is embarrassing enough.”

“It doesn’t need to be embarrassing,” I tell her. “It’s perfectly natural to play with yourself. It’s sexy.”

She looks at me like I’m sprouting another head in front of her. “Well, itisembarrassing.

For me. I don’t know what kind of women you are normally around, butIdon’t masturbate in front of strange men.”

Her comment grates under my skin, but I don’t let it show. “I’m hardly a strange man.”

“Well, you’re not my lover,” she argues. “And we are supposed to just be working together.”

“Maybe we could change that,” I suggest, even though I know what the answer will be. “Or, change the rules of our work relationship.”

Hazel’s jaw gets tight. “Professional only. You don’t get to change the rules just because it’s your house. It’s…”

“I know, it’s what we both agreed to,” I finish her sentence for her. “Sorry for my reaction, but when I see a naked woman getting herself off in my bed, my immediate reflex is to want to jump in and help.”

“I’m guessing that’s a regular occurrence for a bratva boss?” She winces as if she’s waiting for a physical blow to come.

I dare to sit on the edge of the bed, but when I reach for her, she shakes her head, and I see her mental walls go up. Her eyes flash with warning.

“Just go. Leave me alone.” She sounds resigned.

I hesitate for a moment more, but when she cuts me another warning look not to mess with her anymore, I slowly rise, backing across the room. I have my hand on the doorknob when I look at her over my shoulder.

“If you change your mind, I’ll be out here.” I shut the door behind me and stand outside of it, ears perked and waiting.

Disappointment drizzles through me when I don’t hear any noises or movements. After a few seconds, I give up and walk away, trying to untwist the knots of desire that are forming in my stomach.

This woman is turning into my weakness, and I’m afraid of what will happen to me if my guard goes down too quickly.

9

David

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