Page 36 of Forced Bratva Hostage

“When I was little, I had everything: a loving father and a mother that adored me.” She paused, steadying her breaths. “But everything quickly changed after my mom passed away.”Wren let out a sigh. “Let’s just say my dad hasn't been the same ever since. He shut everyone out, quit his job, and decided to find comfort at the bottom of a bottle.”

Wren's eyes misted as she spoke, her tone laced with pain and sadness.

“More than half my life, my own father has neglected me—ignored me like I never mattered to him.” She sniffed, blinking back the tears in her eyes. “He was hurting, but so was I. He loved her so much, but so did I. Yet, he chose to be selfish and drown himself in sorrow rather than take care of the one gift his wife left with him.”

I watched her lose the battle with her emotions as her voice constantly broke while she spoke, mirroring her broken heart.

My hatred for Harrison just doubled by listening to her.

My jaw tightened, eyes narrowing as a pang of irritation swelled up within me.

“What kind of father would abandon his daughter for years and only reach out when he needs help getting out of trouble?” Tears streamed down her cheeks. “That's all I am to him—his first-class ticket out of trouble—and once he has that sorted out, he just vanishes.” Wren's tone turned bitter, venomous.

My chest rose and fell, accentuating the fury coursing through my blood. I would strangle that bastard if I ever saw him again. But this wasn't about me.

She sniffled, wiping her tears. Her sobs intercepted her words, rendering her almost incoherent. “I'm just a tool he uses at his convenience.” Her voice cracked, pain and betrayal etched on her face. “I could've gone with him, but I'd rather be here with the man who found a way to save my life than leave with the one who ran away when I needed him the most.”

This confirmed that she wasn't living here under duress. It was her choice. She chose to be with me.

Harrison could never have won her back, even with the money he returned with. He'd breached the contract, and the time given to pay back what he owed was long overdue.

“If he truly cared about me, he would've showed up the moment you took me,” she added, anger flashing in her eyes.

I reached out, a hand on her face, my thumb wiping her tears. “No one…will hurt you like this ever again.” I paused, my eyes burning with fierce protectiveness, and locked on hers; I knew my gaze was filled with conviction. “I promise.”

Time stood still as we stared deeply at each other, the world around us melting away. The air was heavy with this growing tension that seemed to have stolen her breath.

Her gaze, red-rimmed from her tears only seconds ago, now sparkled with curiosity. Her pupils dilated, drawing me in like a moth to a flame.

“Now what?” she muttered, her voice calm and sexy.

My eyes narrowed, a smile playing on my face as I watched her cheeks flush, her lip parting slightly as if inviting me to bridge the gap between us.

Her breathing slowed, synchronizing with mine, prompting my desire for her to surge. My skin pricked with goosebumps, watching her hand drift upward, hovering near my chest.

She never broke eye contact with me, her palm gently resting on my chest, brushing against the fabric of my robe.

I leaned in, the promise of her lips inches from mine. Her body trembled when my hand rested on her lap, slowly caressing her soft, alluring thigh. She gasped in pleasure, her breath brushing against my skin.

My lips locked with hers in a slow, passionate kiss, my tongue slipping into her mouth, but her head movement betrayed her lack of experience.

“You've never kissed before?” I asked, my eyes searching hers for honest answers.

She hesitated, still holding my gaze, before shaking her head. “You're my first.”

A scoff escaped my lips, and my brows arched in amusement, a smile spreading across my face. “Allow me to teach you,” I whispered into her ear, my hand traveling up her thigh and underneath her towel. “Repeat whatever I do.”

Her body shuddered, trembling at my gentle touch as my tongue slid back into her mouth. She did as instructed, pushing her tongue into my mouth and moving her head in sync with mine.

Wren was a quick learner, and she was catching up really fast, her body tensing with pleasure. She melted into me, surrendering to the burning desire that threatened to consume us both.

As my fingers settled on her entrance, she let out the loudest moan yet. It was soft, a little louder than the others. I sealed her lips with a more fervent kiss, my tongue traveling deeper into her mouth.

Her fingers deftly undid the knot of my robe, and she slipped her hand down to my groin, tracing my length. I released her lips and pulled back my head a notch, savoring the reaction on her face.

Her eyes widened, darting downward to see what her hand was touching. Wren's jaw dropped at the size of my organ. “Oh, my God. It's huge,” she muttered, gently stroking it.

While she was at that, her gaze flickering with wonder, her body was writhing in response to my finger working on her tight cunt.

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