Page 6 of Kept By the Bratva

Besides, I didn’t look the same. The night I spotted her, I’d been in disguise, coming back from spying and taking documents from the docks. I’d worn a wig that night and put on colored contacts, and tonight, I sported another look. I doubted she’d recognize me, so what good would it do to approach her?

I wanted to. My body yearned to go to her, but I waited and stalled, keeping her within my sights as her friend told her that I was watching her. I almost smiled, amused by her attempts to look in my direction without being obvious. If I hadn’t been watching her so closely, I might have missed the way she so subtly tried to spot me. She didn’t see much. I kept to the corner, and with this different wig on and a high-collared jacket, she wouldn’t know it was me.Nate.That was the alias I gave her that night.

Even if I wanted to go after her, I had to linger back and listen, to scope out the clientele. I’d come here tonight because I told Alek I’d keep an eye on the Cartel members trying to sneak in. During the half hour I’d been hawking this place, I spotted a couple of people who were likely affiliated with the Cartel. I didn’t recognize anyone specifically, but my radar was up. I was watching, both for a sign of the OrtezesandAmy.

Finally. After all this time. I’d worried she’d moved away or something because I hadn’t seen her again. I’d gone back to the apartment where we’d fucked. Several times, I went there to see if she was home, but the place was vacant, up for rent. Searches on social media hadn’t helped me either, but I seldom went on there, anyway.

I’d been too busy to launch a full-out search for her, and it bothered me that it would be a challenge to locate her again. And that was why I knew I wouldn’t let her get away again. I couldn’t. Not with how often she’d been on my mind, and that was afteronenight of fucking her like I pleased. She’d made that much of an impression, like lust at first sight.

Even if she couldn’t fit in my life for good, too sweet and gentle, I couldn’t walk away.

When she moved to leave, I didn’t think twice. I followed right after her, chasing her down outside.

She glanced at me, aware that I was on her tail. But she didn’t run until we were near the alley around the block. Fear shone in her eyes, and a sick, twisted part of me relished that reaction.

Amy was my prey. I was the predator. And that bond amped up my need for her.

I picked up my pace, hurrying after her down the dark lane between buildings. The further she went from the club, the fewer people lingered around here. Stragglers headed toward Harrow’s, and soon, we were all alone.

Her sweet, spicy perfume floated in her wake, and it fueled me to rush up and grab her. With every step I took that brought me nearer, my heart raced. My dick was already mostly hard, and I gritted my teeth to tamp down this adrenaline rush of not only seeing her but hunting her down.

I grabbed her upper arm and whirled her to the wall. She grunted defiantly, wrenching her arm to the side to break free. But she didn’t dodge me and try to run. She knew I was there. She wasn’t playing stupid or being dumb with an attempt to escape.

Her back smacked to the brick wall, and she jerked her head back to free her hair from covering her face. A haughty huff blew moreblonde strands clear of her vision, and I almost growled at the hard look she gave me.

Sass. So much bravado and gumption as she glowered back up at me. Her hazel eyes conned me all over again, and I stepped into her space, tormented with the need to taste her scowling lips.

I angled closer, keeping my thigh between her legs as I towered over her. My hands remained at my sides, and my fingers itched to take hold of her again. She didn’t try to run, snarling up at me, but I knew she wasn’t happy about being stalked.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she snapped.

Fuck me.Her voice cut through me, teasing me with her melodic yet firm tone. She had the gritty voice of a woman who wouldn’t suffer fools, and her confidence turned me on like nothing else. She was good and sweet and everything innocent, but she had a backbone. There was nothing sexier than a woman who didn’t take crap.

I’d rather hear her whisper my name with that husky tone. Or better yet, scream it again, like when I brought her to ecstasy with my mouth and cock.

“The question is where do you think you’re going?”

She narrowed her eyes, then took her time to scan me again. Without moving her head, she looked me over the best she could at this close range. Her chest heaved, pushing her glorious tits up against me with every quick, hard breath, and I loved that I could intimidate her, that I could rile her up like this and make her so fiery and alive.

“None of your business.”

“Oh, I’m going to make it my business,” I said, lowering my face toward hers.

Her brow furrowed, and I saw a slight hint of recognition flit through her eyes. I didn’t mess with voice modifiers, not often. If she recalledour night together, she had a very good chance of recognizing me from my voice.

“Do I know you?”

Yes. You know what my cock tastes like. You know how good my dick feels deep inside your mouth and cunt.

I shook my head slightly, keeping up the guise of being a stranger to her. It killed me. We could never have a future together. I wasn’t a doomsday kind of guy. This wasn’t my pessimism coming to the fore. I knew there was no chance of our being compatible in any other way than fucking.

But why not? Just one more time?

I smiled, leaning down to breathe in her sweetness. She didn’t flinch or jerk away. Standing still and panting, she remained within my reach. She taunted me, being so close but not acting on her intrigue about thinking she knew me.

If I had another taste of her, if I took a chance to fuck her sweet body again, maybe that would drain this aching need. Maybe one more time would be all that I required to get her out of my system for good.

I was sober. That night we fucked, I was slightly drunk. Maybe it was all in my head. Perhaps Amy stood out because I experienced her with the haze of alcohol clouding my brain. I could’ve been spending all those weeks just thinking she was better than what reality would prove.

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