Page 31 of Innocent Bratva Hostage

“It feels so good to be inside you,solnishko,” he whispered. “You’re so tight and warm. So perfect.”

I adjusted to him, and the pain slowly vanished, leaving only the pleasure. Every thrust was sensual and deep, and when he looked into my eyes, nothing else mattered.

This was better than I expected; every bit of it was a memory I wanted etched in my brain forever.

He took my nipple in his mouth, nibbling it as his finger found my clitoris again.

I pushed up against him, reveling in the heat of his body.

His groans made my heart beat faster. I didn’t want this to end, even as I felt my orgasm build once again.

I was in an ocean of ecstasy, and I didn’t care if I’d drown; I just wanted to sink deeper and deeper until I was completely swallowed by it.

Andrei grunted, slamming his hips against mine and fucking me like it was our last day on Earth. A sheen of sweat formed on his forehead, and the veins on his temple bulged.

An animalistic groan tore from his throat as he came with one final thrust.

We climaxed at the same time as I let out a desperate whimper, a second orgasm tearing through me.

Andrei emptied inside me, some of the warm liquid dripping between my thighs.

We were both jerking, panting, and sweaty by the time we came to.

He pressed a kiss to my back, and I flinched when he spanked my ass. “I’ll bring a towel and get you cleaned up,solnishko.”

The regret started sinking in as he left, the realization that what just happened would change everything. We were no longer just a captor and his captive; we were something more now. Lovers wasn’t the word; a man like Andrei couldn’t love someone like me, but there was a spark between us that had now exploded into a forest of wildfire.

But the biggest problem was how my feelings for him had changed.

I no longer had a bone of hatred for him in my body. Instead, I felt butterflies and the need for something deeper than sex or even physical touch.

This was going to complicate everything—the reason he kept me here in the first place, my need for revenge, and my hatred for the mafia.

Because he was no longer just someone my father worked for before he was killed.

No.

He was a man who made my heart race.

I think I’d just fallen for him.

Chapter 12 – Andrei

The morning air in my home office was still, save for the quiet hum of the city beyond the tall windows. Sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains, casting golden streaks over the dark oak desk where I sat.

It was a Saturday morning, and all I had to do today was tidy some documents on my computer and make a compilation of all the business deals we’d struck in the last couple of weeks.

The call with Egor had been going on for five minutes as we caught up on business and everything else related to the Bratva. Neither of us had any interest in the other’s personal life, and quite frankly, we had no reason to.

He was married, and I was…. Well, I was a bachelor whose thoughts had been occupied by his prisoner for over a week now.

It’d started the night of Antonio’s gala event—or maybe even before that.

I hadn’t seen much of Giselle these days. It seemed she had been pretty intentional about avoiding me since that night, and I’d given her as much space as I thought she needed. I wasn’t certain I could go on like that.

Her very existence was a torment to my soul, yet I ached for her presence like my life depended on it. In one word, I wasfucked.

“I heard you’re parading Peter’s girl as your fiancée,” Egor said over the phone. “You even took her to Morozov’s party.”

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