Page 32 of Forced By the Bratva Beast

“Ah yeah, done. I guess I should get going. I’ll take a water, though, before I go. It’s a long walk down the hall,” he says, hinting at me getting him a water.

“Okay, water to go,” I reply sleepily, thinking I’m tired enough to finally drift off to sleep.

As I stand up to grab the water, Chris meets me at the mini bar, his bare hand skimming over my shoulder. “You know, New York is such the perfect city for a rendezvous. Don’t you think, Sophia. Shocked that he’s got his hands on my shoulder, I look at his lustful eyes staring at my breasts through the camisole.

I should have worn the robe…. “What are you doing?” I ask, feeling the bubbles of panic rise within. I pick up a clean tumbler, thinking of hitting him with it as he keeps stroking, thinking on my feet to distract him enough to stop.

His hands clamps down over my wrist with force stopping me. “What are you going to do with that, Sophia?” Wrestling with him, the sharp pain shoots through it as he squeezes wrestling with me.

“What are you doing? Stop it!”

“Come on, Sophia. It’s not like you don’t want me. You wouldn’t have come here if you didn’t. Don’t play shy now.” He grins as he grabs me around the waist.

“Chris, let me go! Stop it.”

“Shut up, otherwise you’re never going to see a fucking courtroom.” His movements are so quick and forceful, I’m unable to stop him in time. Gasping for air, I try to wriggle my arms, but he has them tucked in tight, immobilizing me. He pushes me down onto the bed, his body weight too much for me to shove off.

“Chris! I said no!” I yell out as one hand covers my mouth and the other holds my wrist in place above my head. His hot breath lands on my face.

“And I told you to shut up, didn’t I? You came to the door to seduce me. Don’t you think I see?” he growls, the evil lust showing on his face. I sob, powerless to his advances as his handclamps over my mouth, his greedy fingers dipping inside my shorts, touching below my pubic bone, searching for entry.

Please, no. This can’t be happening to me. Please no. I beg you.

“Chris, enough. Stop!” He doesn’t listen, his fingers drawing closer to penetration.

He groans, his hard cock sticking into the side of my thigh. “You’re so hot, but you know everything comes at a price. You want these opportunities to make it this far, then this is the price you should pay.”

Chapter Sixteen – Andrei

I sit back in the hotel chair, bouncing my leg as I wait for the information to come through on my laptop. The illuminated screen stares back at me. It’s been half an hour too long, and if I don’t have what I want in the next fifteen minutes, heads will roll. I want that footage. Yesterday.

Twisting my watch around on my wrist to kill time, the killer red dress she entered the room in seeps into my brain. How could she wear that with all the wolves in the room? So many of them used the Bratva for their protection services and cover-ups. We did their dirty work, and we made shit go away in a hurry in one of two ways. Money or death. Of course they have to keep their hands clean.

“Off my wife, she wants a divorce, and I can’t have her taking my earnings. I’ve worked too hard for it.” This coming from the voice of a powerful attorney in New York who couldn’t be named. Apparently, Dimitri had a soft spot for the wife since he was having fun with her for a while. He gave her a large lump sum deposit and she hightailed it back to Europe, starting her own jewelry empire.

“We need a bag of cash for this judge. He’s not going to budge on the indictment otherwise.” I knew about the district attorney of New York through Dimitri, and the Chicago branch of the Bratva kept close connections. I knew she incarcerated innocent men to reach the top, and what she had to do to stay at the top.

The little lamb in the red dress doesn’t know what caliber of people she’s dealing with. She’s going to find herself in a holeso deep that she won’t have the capability to dig herself out. If she’s sleeping with the guy, I vow to get him out of the picture, and I’m willing to go to whatever lengths I need to. She’ll thank me later because he’s probably done it before. My thoughts climb into darker and darker territory as I wait for the email to come through.

“Come on, it can’t be taking you that long to get the footage.” I know Sophia’s staying at the hotel because I paid the hotel security enough to cover six months of his wage.

I can’t rein in my obsessive train of thought and have to stand up and pace the room so as not to hurl a lamp across it. What the fuck is she doing here with him? She has to be fucking him, and he’s offering her something. There can’t be any other reason. An instant flash of him holding his hand to the small of her back floats up. The same hand I held in the same spot, except when I did it, she acted as if I had leprosy.

Fuming and close to my wits end, out of the corner of my eye, my computer screen lights up as I watch the new email come in from the hotel. Marching over to it, I open it, seeing it has a link attached. A diabolical grin crosses my face.

You can’t run from me, Sophia. I’ve got eyes on you everywhere you go.

Clicking the CCTV link, which is live, I see nothing but the hallway of her floor. A few other people coming and going from their rooms, but that’s all. He might be already in her room. I scroll back in the feed, starting from half an hour ago. That’s when I saw the tail end of her dress as she entered the elevator with the smug prick.

Where is it? My chest tightens, but I’m thankful the picture quality is crystal clear as I find what I’m looking for. I watch Sophia enter her room first. And as I watch my heartknocks harder inside my chest. From the footage I can see him head in the opposite direction, but my hand slaps on the table as he stands for a second in the middle of the hall after she closes the door. He’s plotting a way. I knew that’s what he was doing. He wouldn’t just leave someone as unassumingly captivating as Sophia to her own devices in her room by herself. No, the people in that charity gala room are depraved, and I know it. Hell, I wouldn’t leave her in her own room either.

Nothing happens for a good five minutes as I grow frustrated, speeding the footage up. Ten minutes later, my findings are validated. I see him, the guy I hate, walking down the hall to her room, knocking on her door. Fucking prick. He brought her here to sleep with her. Just as I thought. Clenching down on my jaw, I watch as she stupidly opens the door, the fire in my soul near burning a hole through my chest as I see him enter her room.

Clicking off the email, I close my laptop, jealousy consuming me in a white-hot rage. She wants him and not me. I don’t think twice, grabbing my hotel keycard and leaving out, stalking down the hall the short distance to her room.

It’s when I arrive at her room door that I realize what I’m doing, stopping myself for a second, I hover, feelings of derangement calling for me to turn around and go back to my room. She could be in there with him now. He could be thrusting himself into her, taking over what’s mine. Balling up my fists and releasing them, I hold my spot at the door, about to knock as the thoughts ramp up again.

Fucking him… moaning like she did with me on her couch. Craning my head to the door to hear any sound, I rest my head on it, not caring if anybody sees me. All the muscles in my body clench when I hear her cry out slightly.

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