Page 25 of Kept By the Bratva

Then when she was beneath me, finally, after all my dreaming of that position, I’d been fueled with a crazy, deranged need to erase any other man’s touch from her. He hadn’t raped her, but his fingers had made contact with her sweet flesh, and that was a crime I couldn’t erase.

I distracted her from it all, fucking her hard and fast, the way that I’d driven her crazy all those weeks ago.

But in the end, as I gave in to the need to fill her pussy with my cum, I knew it was a huge, stupid mistake.

I huffed, nursing the vodka I’d poured in the mansion’s main parlor.

“Fucking idiot,” I mumbled of myself, to myself, before I lifted the glass to my lips again.

I’d been struck with regret and left her there, coming home to hide from the error I’d committed. Just seeing her freshly fucked, I felt terrible, knowing I shouldn’t have caved and taken her so soon. I’d snapped at her, even madder when she assumed that I was ditching her so another man could have a go at her. The very idea of ever sharing her infuriated me, but given the way she’d seen me at the Cartel’s warehouse, with that soldier suggesting that she’d be passed along, I couldn’t exactly blame her for jumping to that specific, ridiculous assumption.

Fucking her was a temptation I should have resisted. Now that I had, now that I’d put more life back into this unbreakable need for her, I was unsure of what to do.

Being confused wasn’t a good feeling. I was a man of action, of strategy. With her, I was clueless.

I was a fucking dumbass to ever think I just needed one more taste of her, one more chance to feel her tight cunt on my aching dick. That first night with her, I was drunk, and I’d wondered if that had colored my opinions of her.

That was false. I had been sober all day and night. I’d fucked her with a clear conscience, nothing marring my ability to make decisions.

And now? All I wanted was to have her again. Soon. Immediately. And many times more.

But not like this.

She needed space and time to overcome the hell she’d faced. She had to have the freedom to accept what happened to her. Sex was physical, and it had distracted her, but at the same time, she’d sunk her claws in me deeper.

I had no business fucking her so soon after getting her out of there, and that led me to thinking back to the Cartel having her at all. They never should have aimed to pluck her off the streets. I gripped my glass tighter, fighting the urge to throw it across the room and watch it smash into pieces against the wall.

I heaved out a harsh breath, shaking my head.

The way she’d looked atme.Amy had steered clear of me in the car. She’d shied away and looked at me like I was the fucking devil himself. I felt like one most of the time. It was simply my nature to be that hard and dark. With her, the contrast was too much. She was an angel, and I was evil.

You fucking dumbass.I couldn’t drink away my annoyance with myself. I didn’t want to try that. It would only numb my frustration. She’d still be there, locked at my place.

Before I could derail into more self-loathing, I sat up at the sound of someone approaching. I waited at the bar until Alek joined me. He poured a glass of vodka for himself, took a sip, then leaned to face me.

I sighed, tipping my head back and then looking him in the eye.

“I don’t want the men to think we’re trafficking women now.”

A groan left my lips as I shook my head. “We’re not.” How many times would I have to say this?

“Ivan told me about a couple of soldiers trying to… get a piece of the action for themselves.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Yes, they did. I’ll punish them.” Especially the motherfucker Amy had kneed in the nuts.

“No. I’ve dealt with them.” He rolled the contents of his glass. “Guns and drugs are fine. They’ll always exist in this world, and our activity in dealing with them is no different from any other product or service.”

He set his glass down hard. “But now that we know Mila is pregnant with a baby girl…”

Holy fuck.I’d guessed right. “Congrats.”

“Now that I’ve got my own baby girl coming into the world, I can’t stomach the guilt of selling women. Of participating in it at all.” He faced me again, sober and solemn. “What if it was my wife or daughter who was taken or sold?”

I snorted a laugh and drank more. Looking at him, I smirked. “Like the Bratva would ever let anything happen to Mila or my niece.” I meant it not only because she was part of the Bratva now and we protected all of our own, but because she was my sister now. Family. “Mila and any child you have will be protected. Safe.”

I furrowed my brow.

Unlike Amy.

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