Page 89 of Forced Bratva Hostage

“I’ve thought about it a lot, actually,” I say, wrapping my hand around her cheek and pulling her closer to kiss her.

Her mouth presses against mine, and my heart beats faster as she slips her hand beneath the covers and slips them into my pants.

“Oh, fuck,” I groan with pleasure.

“Don’t move,” she whispers.

“Um, I’ll try,” I breathe heavily.

“If you move, I’ll stop,” she warns me, as she lowers herself and gently tugs my pants down just enough to free my cock.

It’s rock-hard, throbbing, and pulsing as she licks her tongue over me.

When she wraps her lips over the tip of my cock I melt into the bed, pleasure blocking my ability to think clearly.

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Each day that goes by, I feel stronger and healthier.

The physiotherapist works with me every afternoon, and I can feel the strength coming back. He makes me stretch and move and bend in the right ways to avoid harm, but helps me heal faster.

Tia has been an angel.

She’s here every second of the day to take care of me, and I have no idea what I will do without her in my life.

Despite the doctor’s warnings, Tia sneakily pleasures me every night, but she refuses to let me touch her in case we get carried away. And one night, when I did get too into it, she actuallystoppedand confirmed that her warning was in fact very real.

It took a full fifteen minutes to convince her I was fine, and that all my stitches were still in place before she carried on.

It’s late, after dinner, and she’s lying next to me with her head resting on my shoulder.

I’ve been wanting to talk to her about her brother because I know she’s struggling and hasn’t wanted to burden me with it.

“Little bunny, I’m sorry,” I say tightly.

“For what?” she asks, her eyes looking up at me, round and beautiful.

“For what happened to Boris. I had no choice. I hope you realize that. If I could change the outcome, I would.”

She shakes her head. “I wouldn’t, Andrei. He was my family, and it hurts to lose him, but if he had lived, he would have carried on killing people. People who didn’t deserve to die. He was not a good man, and the world is a better place without him.”

I stroke my hand over her head and down her back.

“But are you okay?” I ask gently.

“I will be. I have everything I need right next to me.”

She shifts her position, careful not to move too much or hurt me. “Andrei…” She rolls onto her stomach, propping herself up on her elbows.

“Mm?”

She smiles, looking away, a shyness in her eyes makes me curious.

“I’m in love with you,” she says, grinning at me. Her eyes are glittering as she looks into mine.

“You’re in love with me?” My lips stretch into a massive smile. “That’s really good—because I’m in love with you, little bunny.”

“Really?” she asks nervously.

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