Page 11 of Untamed

If he’s faking, he’s gone to astonishing lengths to make it real.

Okay, let’s be rational here.

Either those are fake tattoos, or…

I go back to his screen and stare. I click the little triangle when I realize he’stalking.

“Come a little closer,” he whispers, gesturing to the camera and,oh my god, his voice.Rough and raspy, low and manly, andtinged with a Russian accent.

That’s it. Tomorrow, I’m quitting my day job and going full-time influencer.

So what, you’re a Bratva boss now? Should I start practicing my Russian?

Bratvabloodline

You tell me, kitten.

Ugh,why doI looooove thaaat?

I call bullshit.

Bratvabloodline

Careful.

My skin prickles. The word lands like a spark on dry kindling. There’s a warning in his tone I feel in my spine.

Why are you harassing me?

Bratvabloodline

You said you liked made men, kitten.

Kitten again. My fingers hover over the screen, poised to type an appropriately scathing reply, but nothing feels sharp enough.

You make it sound like I swiped you on a dating app. I was only…intrigued. Curious.

Bratvabloodline

Curiosity doesn’t have to be fatal. Not if you’re careful.

The audacity. My heart’s racing, but I’m not about to let him know that.

Oh, please. Are you trying to be mysterious, or is it just a side effect of all the brooding in your pics?

Bratvabloodline

Brooding? You wound me.

You’ll survive.

Bratvabloodline

You sound confident about that. Makes me wonder what else you think you know about me.

I can practically hear his voice in my head—low, teasing, infuriatingly smooth. This is just banter. Nothing more. Right?

I know you’re probably not as intimidating as you want everyone to believe.

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