Page 38 of Captured By the Bratva

BECCA

Ivan turned his head toward me. I couldn’t make out everything through the opaque shower stall, but I registered that he pivoted to notice my presence.

Second thoughts crashed through. I had no business being here, seeking him out.

Several minutes ago, I heard a slight noise that somehow yanked me straight out of sleep, and I gave up lying in the darkness of my own room. After I got a glass of water from the kitchen, I caught the faint sound of water running from elsewhere in this huge, quiet house. Meandering down the hall, I saw the light on from the crack beneath Ivan’s door.

Trespassing into his room seemed inappropriate. This urgency to tell him about Steven’s call propelled me in there, though, seeking him out no matter how late it was.

Finding him in the shower and lingering just outside it was wrong.

Yet, nothing could tear me away. I was rooted right here, unable to tear my lusty gaze from the outline of his big body under the water in there.

I swallowed, feeling my cheeks burn as I realized he was aware of my looking at him.

Like a goddamn creeper, a deer caught in the headlights, I stayed still and immobile, unsure what to do.

Should I say something? I wanted to tell him about that call, but like this? After following my stubborn curiosity to sneak in here and see if he was home?

Desire ruled my actions. That and a weird sense of missing him and wanting him despite being a hostage here.

Should I run? Turn tail and hide in my room until we could go back to that funky avoidance that he’d started when we first arrived at this house?

I bit my lip as he moved forward, shutting the water off.

“Becca?”

I cleared my throat, burning up with more of a blush that he was naked. Right there. And not shouting at me to leave him alone like this.

“Um.” I cleared my throat once more, trying to lose that croakiness of shame and feeling stuck. “Yeah.”

“What the hell are you doing?” He didn’t demand it like an order. I detected no trace of an accusation or insult in his tone, either. More than anything, he seemed confused and humored, curious.

What am I doing? Other than wishing I was in that shower stall and having you clean me with your tongue? Than imagining bending over so you can?—

“Becca?”

I flinched, shaking my head. “I wanted to talk to you about something.”

He reached for the door and shoved it open. “About what?”

“Earlier—” My voice died as he stepped out of the huge shower stall. Steam wisped out with his exit, curling around his magnificent yet battered body. I blinked, taking in the full frontal view of the most rugged body I’d ever seen. Scars andtattoos showed all over him, and something that looked like a branding mark near his pecs.

Oh, whoa.

I’d felt his body against mine that one time he fucked me hard and fast. But he was behind me then, depriving me of this view.

And I stared. I couldn’t look away, taking in all the details of him wet and bare. Water streaked down over the bulges and ridges of his muscles, heightening how fit and strong he was. From the dripping strands of his dark hair, all the way down to his feet. Every inch of him was on display, and my pussy reacted at once.

I tensed, feeling the instant clench of desire deep in my abdomen. I felt slick, throbbing as my pulse kicked faster and the blood drained south to the tender flesh where I missed him most.

He cleared his throat, fully aware that I was staring and taking my time with it. Even though he grabbed a towel and rubbed it over his head, he made no move to cover up at all.

“Sorry.”Not sorry.I lowered my gaze, staring at his toes instead. “I should…” I turned too quickly, stumbling against the towel rack anchored to the wall. “I, um…” I set my hand on the rod for hanging towels and tried to glance back at him.

My gaze fell right back on his huge dick, and I swore he thrust his hips out at me, enticing me to look my fill.

“I’m sorry.” I covered my face with one hand, hating this blush that burned hotter. “I had no business coming in here. I just wanted to speak with you and I thought you were here and?—”

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