Page 24 of Captivated By the Bratva

Replying in kind, she forgot about fighting me. She gave up on bickering. Too stunned and energized with this forbidden kiss, she opened up.

Her head tilted to the side, giving me access to deepen the kiss. That barbed tongue of hers tangled and dueled with mine, and when I growled into her mouth, impatient for all she could give me, she mewled and sucked on my lower lip.

She’s not yours. She’s not yours.I knew it. The mantra in my head wasn’t anything new. Nadia wasn’t my woman to kiss or play with. She belonged to Lev, but I had to vent a little bit of the frustration I felt about that.

I wanted her. Badly.

And this kiss was both a reward and damnation. I’d acted on impulse, caving to my desire. But now, as I broke the kiss and reared back slightly, I felt stupid.

I wanted her more. One kiss wasn’t enough. The dreamy, needy stare she gave me from beneath hooded eyes showed me that she thought the same.

“What were you saying?” I teased, smiling smugly.

She looked at my lips, frowning deeper. “I won’t marry Lev Avilov.”

It sounded like a crime. And it was harder to think about giving her up to him. But I kept those thoughts to myself. “Do what you want. But I’m bringing you home like I was told to.”

She growled, lifting her hand to strike me, but I caught her and turned to throw her over my shoulder.

“I’m telling you to let me go,” she argued, pounding her fists at my back as I carried her toward the parking lot. Branches snagged and flicked rainwater at us as I hurried. The whole way back to the parking area, she railed and yelled. Punching and wiggling, she fought to slip out of my hold.

While it was getting old, I couldn’t help but grin. “Stop it.” I paired my command with a firm smack to her ass.

She screeched, fighting harder as I came up to the steps that would lead to my car. “Did you justspankme?”

I repeated the motion, earning another gasp from her. Each time my hand landed on her, I felt my dick get harder.

She bucked more as I climbed the steps. “Don’t?—”

Blinking to see through the rain, I raised my hand and smacked her ass again. “I’ll stop when you’re finished being such a bad girl.”

This was too fun. Teasing and playing with her.

But all humor fled when I reached the parking strip.

No cars waited there. The gravel section was empty.

Those fuckers had stolen my car, stranding me in this storm with a stubborn woman I was having a hard time resisting.

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NADIA

The man stopped, making me swing. My hair fell down, wetted and messed up from being upside down and carried over his shoulder. Rain continued to streak into my nose and mouth, and I growled at the burn up in my sinuses.

I didn’t care if this bastard was a member of the almighty and fearsome Valkov Bratva. He had no damn right to tote me around like this, like a sack of potatoes.

He cursed, violently and swiftly. I didn’t know what he’d said. The string of profanity was Russian, and I only recognized it because my dad used to let loose with a similar curse when he was pissed off.

“What?” I strained to turn and see, hindered by the rain and from being held over his shoulder like this. Grabbing onto his firm waist, I levered to the side to vainly search past him and see what had stopped him so short. “What’s wrong?”

Manythings were wrong. This fucker thought he could capture me and drag me back home. He took the liberty to kiss me without my permission. And…

Something’s wrong with me, that’s for sure.Heat radiated my ass from his spanks. As I replayed the gritty words he told me, that I was being a bad girl, I cringed at the sensation of more arousal.

Something had to be seriously faulty with me to be turned on from this highhanded jerk spanking me. Telling me to behave. Carrying me around like he pleased. And kissing me senseless.

I refused to admit that I wanted this Valkov soldier. But my body didn’t lie. I was aroused. My panties were getting wet. If not from the rain falling on us, then definitely from my cream dripping at his actions and words.

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