Page 69 of Captured By the Bratva

The ball sails past me, hitting the net with a soft thud. I spin around, my heart pounding in my chest. Cathy straightens up, her eyes locking onto mine, and I know she saw me looking.

"Lost your focus?" she teases, sauntering over to retrieve the ball. Her hips sway seductively as she walks, and I can't tear my eyes away.

"Maybe you're just too distracting," I reply, my voice low and husky.

She laughs, a sound that sends shivers down my spine. "Is that so? Well, maybe I should be even more distracting then."

Before I can respond, she steps closer, her body brushing against mine as she hands me the ball. Her scent fills my nostrils, a mix of sweat, sunscreen, and something uniquely hers that drives me wild.

"Are you going to serve, or are you just going to stare at me all day?” she whispers, her lips inches from my ear.

I swallow hard, my cock twitching in my shorts. "You sure you want me to focus right now?"

She smiles, a wicked glint in her eyes. "Oh, I definitely want you focused. Focused on me."

I can't help but laugh, shaking my head. "You're insatiable, you know that?"

"And you love it," she counters, her fingers trailing down my chest.

My breath hitches as her touch sends sparks of electricity through my body. I toss the ball into the air once more, but this time, I barely notice it. All I can think about is Cathy's hand on me, her lips so close to mine.

As I swing the racket, I feel a surge of determination. I'm going to win this game, no matter what it takes.

She returns the shot with ease, her movements fluid and graceful. I smile to myself. Her limp is long gone.

I run after the ball. When I finally reach it, I look back at Cathy, who is standing near the net, one hand resting on her hip.

I step closer to the net, my body aching with need. "Tell me, Cathy. What else do you have planned for me?"

Her lips curl into a sly smile. "What makes you think I have anything planned?"

I lean in, my voice dropping to a whisper. "Because I know you."

She laughs softly, her breath hot against my face. "Maybe you do. Maybe you don't."

I take another step forward, until our bodies are almost touching. "I want to see everything you've got."

Her eyes flicker with excitement, and she leans in, her mouth inches from mine. "Then let's see how long you can last."

With that, she turns and walks back to her side of the court, her hips swaying provocatively. I watch her every move, my body thrumming with anticipation. This game is far from over, and I intend to play it to the very end.

As I prepare to serve again, I can't help but wonder what kind of tricks she has up her sleeve. Whatever they are, I'm ready for them. More than ready.

The ball leaves my racket with a satisfying thwack, and I watch as it zooms toward Cathy. She returns it effortlessly, her gaze never leaving mine.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, I score the winning point. As the ball lands on Cathy's side, she drops her racket and steps toward me, her expression a mix of admiration and something else—something darker, more primal.

"Looks like you win," she says, her voice low and sultry.

I grin, unable to contain my satisfaction. "And what do I get for winning?"

Her smile widens, and she steps closer, her body brushing against mine. "How about a reward?"

Before I can respond, she reaches down and squeezes my cock through my shorts, her touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.

She releases me and steps back, her gaze never wavering. I watch her, my heart pounding in my chest, knowing that whatever comes next will be unforgettable.

"Get down on your knees," she commands, her voice laced with authority.

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