Page 39 of Virgin Bratva Hostage

I guess the best chance I have of finding a way to go home is to keep exploring and gathering any information I can find on Avraam.

The more I know, the more chance I have of getting away.

Being upset over something like this is pointless and the best thing I can do for myself is to forget it ever happened.

I pull on the pair of jeans that Avraam got for me, grab the pink hoodie, and head out into the house.

Walking around for a while, I decide that there might be more for me to see in the office. So far, it’s the room that’s given me the most information about him—useful stuff, anyway.

I turn to walk down the passage and let out a stark scream when I bump into Royce.

Immediately, my blood runs cold.

Just the sight of him sends an icy shiver down my spine and makes goosebumps spread across my arms.

“Hello, sweetheart,” he says, his voice low and tainted with darkness.

I don’t reply. I’m trying to think.

I can call out for—

My heart freezes. There isn’t anyone else here. Not a single person inside the house. All of the guards are out in the garden.

I’m completely alone with this guy.

Panic inches closer and I do my best to force it away.

“What are you doing here—all the guards are meant to be outside,” I say, full of confidence that I don’t feel.

He snorts a dry laugh and glares at me. His eyes drift over my body, ravishing every inch of me, slow and heated.

“What makes you think you have a right to question me?” he retorts with annoyance.

I want to cringe away from the look on his face.

I know exactly what he’s thinking. He isn’t even trying to hide it.

I take a step back, becoming more aware of the danger I’m in.

This is the man that stalked me and tried to take me from the club. He wouldn’t think twice about hurting me. He would take exactly what he wanted from me without a hint of guilt or any hesitation.

The last time I saw Royce, he had me pinned to the ground, his hands were all over me and I could feel his—his desire—pressed against me.

He was forced to stop, but I know in my heart that if we had been alone, then he would have taken me by force.

And right now, his eyes tell me I am at risk of that happening.

I take another step away from him and he chuckles.

He steps closer.

I wince when my back hits the wall and I realize I am trapped.

I can’t let him know I’m afraid. It will only make him feel stronger.

“Get out of the house, Royce. You aren’t supposed to be in here.”

“It’s my job to be in here, sweetheart. I go where Avraam sends me. I am running errands for him, after all. Who are you to think you have a right to question where I go anyway—you are nothing but a prisoner. You have absolutely no power here.”

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