Page 35 of Forced Bratva Hostage

Andrei’s hand drifts down the front of my body. It moves over my stomach, between my legs, pushing my thighs apart. His fingers brush over my clit as his lips move against mine. If I weren’t in the pool, I might collapse because my knees are so weak right now. Every inch of me is begging for more.

I should tell him to stop.

This isnotwhat I planned when I thought up this prank.

But I can’t stop. I don’t want to.

He slides his finger inside me, dipping into my pussy, a sensation I’ve never felt before, and I moan, rocking my hips forward, inviting him to keep going.

Even though I’ve never been with a man before, I wouldn’t stop him from doing anything he wanted to me.

My judgment is clouded with lust.

My body is screaming for more.

My mind is racing, and my heart is beating so fast it sounds like a thousand wild horses running through my head.

Suddenly, Andrei steps back. My thoughts stammer in confusion.

What’s going on? Why did he stop?

Where his hand was a second ago, the water feels colder, and the absence of his body next to mine makes me feel ten times more exposed. I don’t understand.

Self-consciously, I reach up and cover my breasts again, confused and looking towards him for answers.Why did he stop?

“What’s wrong?” I stammer. Is it something I did? Did I make a mistake or do something wrong?

When I look up at him, my eyes wide with questions, the smirk on his face is an immediate answer. He’s playing with me.

I can’t believe it.

He was taunting me.

This asshole isn’t attracted to me. He was just making a fool out of me for fun.

My mouth drops open in horror. I want to scream at him, but no words come out.

He tilts his head to the side and laughs, a deep, low sound that rumbles in his chest. He’s so pleased with himself. “I told you, cupcake, I am in control,” he muses, then turns his back on me and swims towards the steps on the other side of the pool. Water splashes against the sides, and the surface of the water glitters, catching what little light it can.

My eyes are glued to him as he climbs out, completely naked for all the world to see. So, it’s fine for the guards to see him, but not me? That’s a double standard.

The dragon tattoo goes all the way around his back, over his ass. It’s fucking sexy, but I’m so angry, I don’t want to think about it.

My heart is racing, and my mind is spinning—he doesn’t even turn back to glance in my direction. Not once. He literally couldn’t care less about me.

He saunters off into the darkness and out of my sight.

Water splashes quietly around the edges of the pool, and it’s the only sound I hear. The rest of the night is silent, and it feels heavy as I stand in the pool alone.

I want to run after him and tell him what I think of his childish antics.

But I’m naked, and still in shock about what just happened.

I can’t believe how wrong I was when I read that situation, that I completely fell for his moves. My cheeks are burning with embarrassment, and the longer I think about it, the hotter they get.

It won’t happen again.

And I will make sure I get revenge on him for this.

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