Page 57 of Captivated By the Bratva

I’d dreamed of that miracle so many times over the years. I’d fantasize about someone shooting him or the old creep just passing away in his sleep.

If that was what Maxim was trying so hard not to say directly…

I sighed, relaxing against him.

Something had to be very wrong with me to look forward to that possibility. I wasn’t a violent person, but in terms of survival and defense…

It would be an ideal solution.

If Maxim would go so far to kill someone for me, that had to indicate something significant.

I faced him, catching him watching me.

“What?” I felt shy all of a sudden, knowing he’d had his gaze on me while I thought it all through.

He sighed, smiling as he slowly lowered his face to mine. I closed my eyes at the tender brush of his lips over mine. Warm and firm. While he kept this kiss soft, I appreciated it just the same as I did his harder, more demanding ones.

“I trust you,” I told him, finding the courage to repeat it. It mattered to me that he knew that, that he heard me vocalize it with confidence.

“Good.” He kissed me again.

Just like that, I started to become aroused. I set my coffee down to turn toward him, straddling him in this big chair.

He groaned, untying the thick sash to the robe and pushing the terry material back off my shoulders. Goosebumps spread over my skin, and I shivered at his hands caressing me.

As he lifted me, urging me to get on my knees so he could kiss my breasts, I exhaled a long breath. “Do you trust me?” I challenged. That mattered too.

He lifted his heated gaze to me and smiled, his lips still pressed against the swell of my breast. “I do, sweetheart. I do.”

I grinned down at him.

“And I trust that when I tell you to lose this robe, you’ll do it.”

I lowered my arms, letting the sleeves slide down. The robe landed on the ground, and he didn’t waste a second before torturing my nipple with his lips and tongue.

“I thought we had to get ready to leave,” I said as he lifted me higher until I stood.

He shoved the breakfast tray aside and turned me until I lay on my stomach over the table. “Oh, we will.” His hand smacked down on my ass, and I moaned at the heat of his spanking.

“But first…” He tugged me back onto his lap, and I sank right down on his erection.

“Yeah, first, this,” I agreed on a breathy moan as I rode him on the chair.

21

MAXIM

Getting ready to leave Cozumel didn’t take us long. That was why I didn’t feel guilty to fuck her before breakfast. The food and coffee did get cold, but Nadia wasn’t the kind of person to complain. A complaint was the last thing on her mind with that self-satisfied smile on her sexy face.

She’d come so hard, I swore she’d pass out. I wasn’t in much better condition, my breaths ragged as we came down from the high.

It was fitting, though. Telling her that I chose her over fulfilling this job called for a celebration. And we’d accomplished that.

“Is that everything?” she asked me as I packed my things into my bag. I hadn’t brought much with me, and she’d had all her things stolen.

“Yes.” I took her hand as we exited the room. I didn’t reach out for her like I used to. I didn’t have to worry about her running. Unless it was to me. Like the way she’d jumped into my lap earlier.

I threaded my fingers with hers because I enjoyed her touch. It was a physical reminder that she was with me. And it would stay like that between us for good now.

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