Page 39 of Kidnapped Prisoner By the Bratva
He shook his head, tears streaming down his cheeks. Pathetic. How the hell did he make it as one of my guards when he clearly lacked the balls for the job? His tears only infuriated me all the more. I’d met a woman much more courageous than this idiot, and that woman was Wren.
I crouched before him, and usually, I should revel in his fear. But all I felt was disgust for his cowardice. “Who were you texting?” I asked. “Who’s behind the attack?”
He just wept like a child, shaking a fuckin’ leaf.
“Told you he won’t talk,” Luka said, arms across his chest. “He seems to be loyal to whoever he’s working for.”
Enraged by his cowardice and refusal to speak, I reached for the knife sheathed in my waist. Without second thought, I jabbed the blade into Mikhail’s neck. His eyes widened, and his body shuddered as blood spilled like water. He fell backward, with a hand over his wound, jerking as he fought for his life.
His struggles ended after a moment, and his body went still. He was dead.
Luka handed me a white handkerchief. I accepted it and wiped the blood off my hand. “Clean this up. And find out how many more moles we have amongst us.”
He nodded.
Just then, an object clanked noisily in the hallway as though someone clumsy had kicked it by accident.
I raised my head and there she was, standing outside the door, shocked to her bones. The door was slightly ajar, and with the fear flickering in her eyes, it was clear that she’d watched the whole thing. At least the part where I killed Mikhail in cold blood.
She stood frozen in place, her chest heaving slowly, hands trembling as she met my gaze. She was horrified, watching me like I was some beast that would rip her to shreds. That look in her eyes fractured something inside me.
Wren locked her jaw, swallowed hard, and walked away without a word.
I didn’t chase after her, even though part of me wanted to. She went through something terrible and might need time to process it. So, it was best to stay away.
She’d come around.
Hopefully.
Chapter 15 – Wren
I was roaming the hallways that evening, reminiscing on the sex—how good it was. My mind was flooded with thoughts of last night and the crazy thing that happened in the kitchen. I was yet to wrap my head around the fact that I let him fuck me so hard that I had multiple orgasms.
How did he pull that off—making me come with just his mouth and fingers! The man was an expert in pleasing women. And although a part of me knew that I might just be another one of those women he’d fucked without commitment, it still didn’t change the fact that he handled me the way I wanted.
He was rough and vicious, like he’d been holding in all that tension for the longest time. His strokes were relentless, his kiss was hot and breathtaking—literally. At the moment, he gave it to me exactly how my body wanted it; hard and fast.
When he carried me in his arms and fucked the hell out of my pussy, I thought I was losing my mind. The feeling was like none I’d ever felt. His cock was so good the man knew exactly where to hit. His deep thrusts unraveled me in ways I didn’t even know were possible.
Despite all of my attempts to hold my moans back, I simply couldn’t. It was almost impossible not to scream the whole house down with all that much sweetness coursing through my veins. Maybe the sex hit differently because I was fantasizing about him that night already.
But whatever the case, it was an incident that I wouldn’t forget in a hurry.
There was a problem, though. A really big one.
At first, I thought my feelings were nothing but sexual hormones. And that the moment he scratched my itch, I’d return to hating his guts. Well, things didn’t go as expected. It turnedout the voice in my head that warned me against making this mistake was right after all.
Now, Val was all that I could think of. But that’s not even the worst part. The worst part was that I wanted more of him now more than ever. It was like I didn’t know what I was missing out on until I had a taste of what he was capable of in bed.
The veil over my eyes was lifted, and now I could see clearly. His cock was heavenly—therapeutic, even. He made me feel alive again, made me feel like a woman. His touch ignited a fire within me that quickened all my senses. Everything in me came alive, and for some strange reason, I felt refreshed and a little bit lighter.
It was hard to explain, but after the sex last night, something changed inside of me. Val had unlocked something—a feeling that I wasn’t ready to name yet. It scared the shit out of me.
I woke up horny this morning, craving his touch, his kiss, and his hard cock.
All afternoon, I’d been fighting to stay focused, to get him out of my mind. But the more I tried, the more I failed. Deep down, I was starting to enjoy these thoughts of him—especially now that he’d given me something to remember. Every now and then, I’d replay this particular memory over and over again.
Today alone, I’d been wet four times already; I attempted masturbating twice but stopped myself. Not because I didn’t want to. Hell, that’s what my body craved. But because I was afraid of that rabbit hole. I knew that if I went down that path, there’d be no coming back, and things would only get more awkward between us.
