Page 53 of Kidnapped By the Bratva

“I want you to promise me something,” she says softly, her voice steady but fragile. “Promise me we won’t lose ourselves in this world. In the darkness.”

I nod, pressing my forehead against hers. “I promise.”

We stand there, wrapped in each other’s arms, and for the first time in a long time, I feel like I can breathe. There’s no more pretending, no more hiding. Just the two of us, facing whatever comes next—together.

Chapter Twenty-Six - Sophia

Maxim’s words echo in my mind, filling me with a whirlwind of emotions. His confession felt real—raw, even. I could see the sincerity in his eyes, feel it in the way his voice softened when he spoke to me. It’s overwhelming, like a flood of feelings I hadn’t allowed myself to process until now. The rage, the hatred I had once felt toward him is still there, but it’s tangled with something else. Something deeper.

I look at him, standing so close, his eyes dark with desire, but there’s something softer, more vulnerable beneath it. His hand reaches out, his fingers gently trailing along my jawline, pulling me closer. I don’t pull away. I can’t. The space between us dissolves, and before I know it, our lips crash together, the kiss filled with all the pent-up emotions we’ve both been holding back.

His kiss is rough, hungry, but I can feel the tenderness in it too—the way his hands grip my waist possessively, like he’s afraid I’ll slip away. I melt into him, my body pressing against his as the heat between us rises. His hands slip under my robe, pushing it off my shoulders until it falls to the floor in a soft heap. I shiver as the cool air hits my skin, exposed now, but Maxim’s touch ignites a fire inside me that quickly erases any trace of cold.

He doesn’t waste any time, his hands exploring every inch of my body with a mixture of roughness and care. My breath hitches as his lips trail down my neck, leaving a burning path in their wake. I feel his desire, his need for me, and I realize I want him just as badly. I’ve never felt anything like this before—this raw, intense need that makes me forget everything else.

“Maxim…,” I whisper, barely able to form the words as he lifts me into his arms, carrying me to the bed.

My heart races, my pulse quickening with anticipation as his lips hover just above mine. The room feels suddenly smaller, like all the air has been sucked out, leaving nothing but the two of us, tangled in this moment.

He lowers me onto the bed, his body hovering over mine, and the weight of him sends a jolt of excitement through me. His lips crash against mine, demanding, rough, just like him. My hands instinctively reach for his back, pulling him closer, needing more of him. His kisses are urgent, filled with a hunger that mirrors my own, and I can feel my body responding, heat flooding every inch of me.

His hand fists in my hair, tilting my head back as his mouth trails down my neck. Each kiss is rougher than the last, and I can’t help the soft moan that escapes my lips as he bites gently at the sensitive skin. It’s as though he’s claiming me all over again, and I don’t mind one bit.

“Is this what you want?” His voice is a low growl, his breath hot against my ear as he presses himself against me.

“Yes,” I gasp, the word barely audible as my body arches into his. I want him. I want him in every way possible. The roughness, the intensity—it’s everything I never knew I craved.

His hands roam down my body, gripping my waist as he pulls me closer. There’s nothing gentle about the way he touches me. His hands are firm, almost possessive, but it sends a thrill through me I can’t quite explain. It’s like he knows exactly how to unravel me, how to break down all my walls until there’s nothing left but desire.

I’m completely at his mercy, and it sends a shiver of anticipation through me. His gaze darkens as he looks down at me, his eyes burning with a mix of lust and something deeper, something I’ve never seen before.

“You’re mine,” he growls, his hands sliding up my thighs, his touch firm and unyielding. “You know that, don’t you?”

I nod, unable to speak, too overwhelmed by the sensation of his rough hands on my skin. He leans down, capturing my lips in a fierce kiss, and I can feel the control slipping away from me, lost in the heat of the moment.

His hand grips my thigh, pulling me closer to him, and I can’t help the soft whimper that escapes my lips as his roughness sends another wave of desire through me.

Just when I think my arousal can’t build any higher, something shifts. The pressure eases, and his touch softens, his kisses becoming slower, more deliberate. His hand, once rough and demanding, now trails gently up my side, his thumb brushing tenderly against my skin. He pulls back slightly, his breath warm against my lips, and I open my eyes to find him gazing down at me, something softer in his expression.

He slips inside of me, hard cock filling me effortlessly. I squirm beneath him as he sets an agonizing pace, so fast I’m breathless.

“You’re more than just mine,” he says, his voice a low rumble as he pounds into me. “You’re… everything.”

His words send a warmth spreading through me, different from the heat of desire that had consumed me moments before. This is something deeper, more intimate. My heart swells, and I feel myself melting under his touch, completely undone by the shift in his tone.

He leans down, his lips meeting mine in a kiss that’s far gentler than before, and I sigh into it, my hands sliding up to rest on his shoulders. His weight is comforting, grounding me, and the roughness from earlier fades away, replaced by something more tender. His hands slide up my arms, cradling my face as he kisses me with a sweetness that takes me by surprise.

I can feel the tension in my body ease, the frantic need for him softening into something more steady, more real. He’s no longer just taking me—he’s cherishing me. The contrast between his roughness and this newfound tenderness makes my heart race in a different way, and I feel a strange sense of calm wash over me, as if all the chaos around us doesn’t matter anymore.

His pace slows, his hands holding me as though I might slip away, and it’s in that moment that I realize this is what I’ve been waiting for. My back arches as I squeeze my eyes shut.

We come together quietly; I muffle a moan as hot come fills me; it leaks from me, pooling between our joined thighs as my world spins.

“Maxim,” I whisper, my fingers tracing the outline of his jaw, “I don’t want this to ever end.”

He smiles against my lips, a rare, genuine smile, and he presses a soft kiss to my forehead. “It doesn’t have to.”

For the first time, I believe him. I believe that this, whatever we have, is more than just a fleeting moment. It’s something real. Something I never thought I’d find with a man like him.

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