Page 27 of The Bratva's Forced Kidnapped Bride
Chapter 20 - Anatoli
I stormed back into the house to help defend my family, shaken to the core. I couldn’t describe the feeling that tore through me when I saw the gun pointed at Masha’s head, only a couple of feet away. The fact that she might be ripped away from me for good, and that I might have to watch her head become liquified, almost sent me spiraling.
That had never happened before. Even now, with my family in danger, all I wanted was to get her out of there instead of leaving her with a guard while I returned to the fight. What the hell was going on? All I knew was that I acted out of instinct to save what was mine.
The fight was almost over by the time I returned, and I quickly helped end it before rounding up the surviving raiders and helping triage those of us who’d been injured. Thankfully, no one on our side had been killed. It was a blitz attack, but there weren’t many of them. While we were taken by surprise at first, the majority of us were armed. It may have been a party, but we were still Bratva, after all. Those of our enemies who were still breathing were herded out for interrogation, and I was just about to get back to Masha when my Great Aunt Estrella hobbled out from her hiding place behind the stage.
“Where is your brave wife?” she asked. “If she was harmed after saving my life, I’ll never forgive myself.”
I assured her that Masha was safe and hurried away before she could tell me what happened. I had already seen it all with my own eyes, briefly distracted from my own fight across the room. Masha had been like a wild tiger, catapulting from out of nowhere to take down a man twice her size, disarming him, then shooting him dead without hesitation. Not to save herself,but to save a woman she’d only just met, a relative of her sworn enemy.
Why? Especially when she could have used the distraction to escape. Masha wouldn’t have thought twice about the long road back to town, or possibly getting lost or recaptured. She was too tenacious and single-minded to hesitate like that. So, I was as confused as hell when I returned to the car, dismissed the guard, and drove us back to my apartment in silence.
She didn’t ask any questions, but when we were inside, she stopped me with a hand on my arm before I could shut myself in my room and deal with emotions I shouldn’t have been having.
“How many?” she asked, a hint of compassion in her eyes. But how could that be?
“None,” I said, understanding her. “Only injuries and none severe.” I clamped my mouth closed before I told her she was partly to thank for that.
Keeping her hand on my arm, she looked me hard in the eye. “You saved my life,” she said.
I flinched. Just looking at her while remembering the click of the assailant’s gun stripped me raw. I didn’t say a word, but couldn’t look away, either. After a long moment of silence, I nodded tersely. To my shock, she threw her arms around my neck, kissing me hard. Without a thought, my hands went to her sides, gripping her tight. She pulled back, still holding on.
“I can’t believe I owe you my life,” she breathed, pulling herself up to kiss me again.
With my muscles rebelling against it, I pushed her back a few inches. “You don’t owe me anything,” I said.
“Anatoli,” she said. The sound of my name on her lips had my fingers digging into her waist. “Anatoli… I want to…”
“I’m not in the mood for games,” I snapped. Twining my fingers around the knot of her hair, I tugged her head back. “If this is an act, you should drop it before you end up paying for it.”
There was a flicker in her eyes, but she didn’t unlock her arms from around my neck and didn’t recoil with fear like she should have. Instead, she breathed my name again.
I didn’t let her finish, claiming her mouth, sweeping my tongue between her parted lips. I gripped her so tight, her bare feet left the ground. Whatever else was between us, our physical connection was real. The pins flew from her silky hair as I dragged my fingers through it, all but growling with need for her.
One time wasn’t enough. Just once more, and if I still wasn’t sated, then once more after that. We were in the entry hall of the apartment, and I blindly backed her up until she bumped into a side table, sending a silver bowl clattering to the floor. Once her hair was down and free and flowing, I slid my hands up and down her back, starving for the feel of her skin. Her fingers were tangled in my hair now, pulling almost ruthlessly as I tried to find a zipper.
“My little beast,” I said, realizing the back of her dress was a hellish row of tiny buttons. I ripped through them in frustration, finally palming her warm, smooth skin.
“Who’s the beast?” she murmured, biting my lower lip. “I imagine this dress cost a fortune.”
“Ask me how much I care,” I answered, yanking the straps down her arms. My mouth watered at the sight of the velvety mounds of her tits rising over the top of a strapless bra.
“Probably as much as I do,” she said, shoving away from me to reach behind her to unclasp it.
Those gorgeous breasts bounced free, and I was on them like a starving animal, sliding my thumbs across her nipples until they rose to taut peaks, then drawing them between my lips. She moaned, holding onto my shoulders as she leaned back. When I rose, she grabbed my lapels and pushed and prodded. When she was unable to get the jacket off, she went straight for my shirt, sending buttons flying. Her nails raked down my chest as I shrugged out of the shirt.
“Naked, now,” I ordered. “I need to see all of you.”
Her eyes never left mine as she let what was left of the dress pool at her ankles, and stood before me in only a tiny, sheer thong. Reaching for my belt, she snapped it out of the loops, tugging at my zipper.
“Now you,” she said, voice thick with desire.
I couldn’t do what she asked because I had to touch her. One hand slid between her thighs, feeling how wet her panties were as I stroked through the fabric until she moaned some more. Leaning down, I kissed her neck, breathing in the scent of her hair as she moved her body with my fingertips. It only took seconds to make her shudder and squeeze her thighs together around my hand.
“That’s one,” I said, lifting her and carrying her to the nearest available surface that wouldn’t break under our weight. Lying her on the couch, I spread her legs, easing down between them to lick away the juices of her passion.
Shaking herself out of her daze, she shook her head, planting her hands on my shoulders and shoving with all her might. It was only because I was in a precarious position that she succeeded in sending me to the floor. Then she was on top of me,straddling my hips and grinding her hot little pussy against my stiff rod.
