Page 13 of Captured By the Bratva

I compared the little that she did share. At first, she was too sassy for her own good, responding to my questions about Murphy. She didn’t fill me with hope, though. By her account, Steven Murphy was not close with his daughter, perhaps so distant and aloof that the man might not care about her being held here.

Fuck.I rubbed my hand over the back of my neck, worrying that Becca might not deliver a purpose at all.

When I asked about the Rossinis, though, she’d barely had the time to hide her reaction. She knew them, or something about them. She had to if the mere mention of the Rossinis got her flinching, her eyes widening more with fear.

If Murphy was working with the Rossinis, she had to know something about either party, and whatever nugget of information she could expose, I’d take it. I had to find that fucker one way or another.

Adjusting the bulge of my erection, I smoothed down my shirt and tamped back this instant flare of lust.

This wasn’t the time for that.

No kinks. No fantasies. She was a hostage and not for me to enjoy.

I reentered the room, pleased to see that she hadn’t moved in the few minutes I’d stepped into the hallway for a breather.

She put up a good fight, reacting to the fight-or-flight instinct when I removed her from the club. I dismissed all her attempts to squeeze her hands out. She wasn’t slipping out of that rope. This was far from my first rodeo of tying someone up.

Becca hadn’t taken this experience easily, restraining and wrestling to get free.

Yet she wasn’t so stupid to assume she could launch at me or attack in here to get her way.

Sitting on the bed, staring at me mulishly like that, she appeared to be a recalcitrant woman who needed a good spanking. An attitude adjustment. Someone to steer her into more obedience.

Dammit.My dick stirred again, hardening as I matched her stern gaze.

She wasn’t backing down. I bet she intended to sit there silently and try to wait me out.

But why? Why fight me so hard?Besides the obvious consequences of being taken hostage, why bethisstubborn to fight me with answers?

More questions filled my mind as I struggled to resist the allure of her.

Is she a spy?

She admitted that Murphy previously asked her to do a “favor” for him at a sex club. That told me she was familiar with his proclivity to do shady shit. How much more was she aware of?

Is she working with him and acting like Murphy is no friend or ally of hers?

I wanted to believe her when she insisted that she wasn’t close with Murphy. Failing to miss her immediate reaction to my mention of the Rossini name had to mean something more.

Are they all working together?If I knew what Murphy planned with the Rossinis, I could use that scheme against them and bring them all down.

What the fuck are you up to?I narrowed my eyes at her, desperate to root out something useful from behind her closed lips. It felt like I was reaching at any doubt and guess as an excuse to resist her. No matter how long I appreciated her bold stare, I realized I wasn’t infallible.

Becca called to me on a cellular level, and I decided to ride with it.

“Anything else you’d like to say?” I asked, stepping closer as I pulled a long length of a silky sash from my pocket.

She swallowed as she watched what I showed her in my hands as I stalked forward.

No?She remained quiet.

“Still gonna play this game and act like you can’t speak up?”

I set my knee on the edge of the bed, right between her legs. Coming this close, I forced her to lean back as I reached for the headboard. One slip of the sash around the metal bars was enough, because I was sure she’d be fighting to get closer to me, not away, once I amped up my efforts here.

“Silent treatment?” I goaded as I gripped her collar and yanked down. Buttons flew off, and she gasped at the destruction of her uniform shirt. Beneath the pale lavender fabric, a black lacy camisole stretched over her chest, her breasts testing the endurance of the material as she breathed hard and fast.

“That’s all you got for me?” I reached behind her, rubbing my side against her tits as I sliced through the ropes at her wrist to retie her hands over her head. The silky bindings looked fucking perfect on her. The contrast of the dark red satin against her pale skin…

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