Page 7 of Captured By the Bratva

“Something bad if he’s hiding this well that we can’t find him,” I replied.

“Exactly.”

“And if it’s something bad…” I furrowed my brow. “It’s probably going to impact us.”

Dmitri scoffed. “He’s had a hard-on to end us forever.”

He won’t.“Which means it’s time to take him out, once and for all.”

After we entered, he left my side and blended into the background. He didn’t visit the clubs often, and I wasn’t surprised when he kept to the bar area rather than circulating through the open floor area where scenes were played for anyone wanting to watch.

I checked my watch, knowing the moment was here. Stalking Becca showed me that she visited a variety of locations while she was on the clock, but I bet if she had a hunch she would be delivering something to a top-secret sex club like this, she might not have agreed to see the duty done.

Fortunately, the address was hard to find, and because of that, I didn’t worry when she showed up late. I’d informed all the guards to look out for her and to let her in.

Eyes opened wide with alarm and confusion, she entered the main lobby space of the sex club and stared at it all. The toys. The nudity. The collars. I tracked her coming through the room as she roved her head from side to side as she took it all in.

Imagining it from her sheltered perspective, I tried to experience it through her senses.

Seeing the woman whipped while strapped to a cross.

Hearing another pair of women moaning filthy sounds of pleasure as men shared them in an orgy.

Smelling the potent tang of sex hanging in the air.

A floor monitor approached her, and Becca flinched at someone speaking to her. She held up the manilla package, and I watched as she explained to the staff member that she was here to deliver something to me. I’d listed myself as the fake client she was supposed to find, and I waited expectantly as she was directed to me, the staff member pointing me out.

“Excuse me? Are you Mr.…?”

I turned toward her, hit with the full effect of her innocent beauty this close. Instead of following her from a distance and staking out near her residence, I was right here with her. Feet apart.

No makeup hid her beauty from me. No pretenses of a shy subbie looking for a good time at a club. She was on the clock, assuming this was work as usual for her, and it allowed me a chance to let her sexy innocence hit me hard.

“Ah. Yes. I was expecting this to come.” Breathing through the instant desire she invoked in me, I nodded in acknowledgment of her package. “Thank you.”

“Oh. Okay. Um. If you don’t mind…” Her fingers brushed against mine as she handed it over, and the simple contact seared me. So soft. So faint. Like the most decadent tickle. I resisted the thought of her hands on me as she immediatelypresented the electronic signature device with my receipt for the document.

As I scrawled my name on the screen, a whip cut through the air. The resounding smack on flesh was heightened with a woman’s loud cry piercing through the music.

Becca flinched, jumping toward me. She was so startled by the sound that she bumped into a server, tipping drinks over. “Oh! I’m so sorry!”

I gestured for her to step aside, pleasantly surprised by how much easier she made this for me. “Here, let me help.”

“No. That’s okay.” She brushed off her arm, as though her hand would remove all traces of dampness on her uniform sleeve. “I’ll just go and—” Looking up and scanning her surroundings, she tried to find the exit.

People crowded around the scene being acted out, and she was quickly enraptured too. Absently brushing off her sleeve, she blinked and tried to avoid watching the man and woman fucking hard.

I stood there, triumphant in having this woman next to me. With her under my guard, she’d bring Murphy out of hiding. She had to.

But I couldn’t whisk her away yet. I refused to jar her out of this secret fascination she couldn’t break with the dirty, carnal sex scene yards away, live and rotten in technicolor.

“Oh…” Her lips parted open as she gaped at the man pushing his dick into the woman’s pussy, sliding against the dildo already inside her. “Whoa…”

I refrained from smiling.Holy fuck.

Becca couldn’t look away. She was in a lusty trance, staring at the couple, and I knew I had my answer about how innocent this woman was.

How enticingly sweet and clean—vanilla—she was to be so wowed by simple sex like this.

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