Page 46 of Captured By the Bratva

The second I entered this corner of the club, she spotted me. Kenneth hadn’t been lying about her interest in seeing me. She’d asked around about me already, and now that we were both here, she lit up with a smile and beelined for me.

No. Not tonight. Not… ever.I didn’t want a quick, gritty fuck with her. I wanted Becca no matter how hard I tried to tell myself otherwise.

“Ivan,” she purred in a greeting, coming close but not to hug me. Some people used stupid nicknames and aliases here, but I was only ever myself—available and ready to fuck hard. Or I used to be. She hadn’t forgotten that I disliked hugs and preferred to keep my distance, and I appreciated that she didn’t try to pull a stunt like hugging me or kissing my cheek as she was wont to do with others.

“Veronica.” I nodded at her in greeting. “Having a good night?” My role wasn’t one of providing customer service, but I had nothing to gain from avoiding manners with her.

“Now I am.” She eyed me seriously.

I shook my head. “No.”

I wasn’t interested. At all. Not with her. Not only was she too wild to trust, but she also wasn’t Becca.

“Oh, don’t be a prude.” She smiled saucily, almost too quickly that it didn’t reach her eyes. “My new husband is such a bore. He suggested that I pay triple for getting a room with the man of my choice tonight.”

I shook my head again. Money was nice, but not tonight.

“And I want you.”

“Too bad.” Others could fit her bill.

The only woman I wanted was hours away, safe with her daughter under the Bratva’s care.

“I won’t take no for an answer.” Veronica smiled again, but this one was even weaker. Like she was forcing it.

“I can find you someone else to?—”

“I wantyou, Ivan.” Now she broke protocol, gripping my shirt sleeve.

I was a dominant motherfucker, sexually and otherwise. No one told me what to do. No one tried to get their way with me. Veronica knew that. She was no green girl or newcomer to this scene.

For her to touch me anyway, something was up.

I looked at her closer, noticing the tells that she wasn’t behaving like she usually did. I picked up on the hint of impatience and urgency in her eyes. The fear in the tense lines on her brow and the tension of her jaw as she forced that smile not to fall from her face.

“Veronica, I don’t think so.”

“No. Ineedto see you. I have to.”

I narrowed my eyes, unable to shake the suspicion that she sounded desperate and almost afraid.

“Please,” she added, dragging her finger down her bare chest. Her tits didn’t move much as she stepped closer, pressing herself against my side. Mostly plastic and all fake, Veronica looked like a woman half my age. Surgery and cosmetic assistance went a long way.

“Please. Let’s get a room. Huh?” She reached up, stroking her hand over my shirt and stopping at my waistband. Tugging me to face her, she held on close.

I kept my hands to the side, not touching her or encouraging her at all. While I stared down at her, my irritation faded.

She put on a good act, but I was sharp. I caught the fear in her eyes at the chance I’d say no. I noticed how she glanced around the room nervously, as though she feared being caught.

It wasn’t aboutme. She didn’t seem hellbent on getting me in a room for something filthy, rotten, and sexual.

But she had something to say.

If she was fucking with me, I would be angry. But the terror and nervousness in her eyes didn’t lie. This woman was good at trying to get her way sexually and topping from the bottom, but I felt like she was trying to tell me something that she didn’t want anyone else to know about.

Her lithe form pressed against me, her breasts rubbing over my arm.

All I could think about was how badly I wished Becca could approach me like this. Confident in her desire for me. Determined to have her wicked way with me in a place of sex and excitement like this.

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