Page 9 of Forced Bratva Hostage

I pull the door closed behind me and walk around to the shed at the back of the cabin to grab the mattress. It’s decent enough. She should be comfortable on it. Why the fuck would I care, anyway?

She isn’t getting tortured. She’s not being forced to sleep on a wooden floor. Thisisluxury, given the circumstances she finds herself in. I’ll even give that brat a blanket and a pillow.

Walking back into the cabin, I’m agitated. In the mansion, I’d already set up a decent room for her with security in place to make sure I didn’t have to worry about anything. In the cabin, I’m going to have to leave her tied up and—

She’s gone.

The fucking room is empty.

I’m standing in the doorway with my mouth hanging open in shock as I stare at the small,emptyspace.

There is nothing on the floor besides some ripped pieces of duct tape.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”I shout.

I drop the mattress and turn to run after her, but I have no idea which way she went.

Cocking my head to the side, I listen, waiting, tense.

There.

In a flash, I bolt out of the cabin door and into the tree line. Her footsteps are loud against the damp earth and she squeals when she sees me running behind her.

Moving quickly, I catch up in a few strides and grab her around the waist as I pull her to a stop and press her body against mine.

Tatiana is fighting again, kicking and lashing out and screaming loudly.

“No one can hear you,” I say, breathless from the surprise bout of sprinting.

She starts punching her fists into my chest, and I chuckle.

Lifting her, I toss her over my shoulder again and carry her effortlessly back into the cabin. She weighs nothing, and her attempts to fight me are borderline amusing.

My hand wraps easily around her slender waist, but as she moves, trying to wiggle free, my hand slips down and brushes over her ass. It slips beneath the edge of her dress.

“Don’t you dare,” she screams.

“Stop moving,” I shout back, but I don’t take my hand away immediately. Her skin is soft and warm, and my mind is racing with inappropriate thoughts of what I would love to bedoing to her. It would hardly be torture. I would make her lose her mind with pleasure.

With a jolt of shock, I pull my hand away from the inside of her thigh and shake my head. What the fuck is wrong with me? This girl is here foronereason—andonly one reason.

Under no circumstances do I actually need to torture her. I just need her brother tothinkI’m torturing her. That’s it.

As I walk into the smaller room of the cabin, I kick the mattress across the floor, into the corner.

I don’t need to be distracted by her gorgeous figure or those luscious lips … or the way her back arches when she rolls over to glare at me after I’ve tossed her onto the mattress.

Tatiana shoots hellfire at me with those gorgeous eyes of hers.

“I’m just going to escape again,” she sasses.

“Mm. No. You’re not,” I smirk, squatting on my haunches next to her so that I can grab her wrist. She tries to tug them away from me, but I move fast, snapping a pair of handcuffs over her wrists, locking her to the shelving unit against the wall.

Immediately, she starts kicking the shelves, trying to get them loose from the wall. But they are bolted straight through. She isn’t going anywhere tonight.

“Sleep well, little bunny,” I chuckle, turning my back on her.

“What if I need to pee,” she squeals.

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