Page 47 of Forced Bratva Hostage

He moves his thumb faster, and my pussy tightens over his finger.

Currents of pleasure shoot through me, over and over again, building in intensity.

My head is swimming, spinning wildly as I try to hold on to him and try to remember to breathe.

Andrei expertly flicks his thumb faster and faster. His breath is hot against my skin, his cock hard as it presses againsthis pants. I want to reach out and touch him, but I can barely move.

My body is weak in his hands.

I can’t hold back anymore. With a squeal, I let go.

I gasp and shudder, my legs turning to jelly as the orgasm crashes into me like a wave.

Andrei holds me tightly, so I don’t collapse. He keeps his arm wrapped around my waist while his fingers move over me until my body is spent, and finally, I can breathe again.

When it’s over, he kisses me, then steps back, his eyes hungry as he watches me straighten my dress. His cock is massive, pressing against the fabric; I can see the outline of a monstrous shaft. It makes my heart flutter with nervous excitement. I bite my lip and try to look anywhere but at his cock.

My cheeks are burning.

I can’t believe any of that just happened.

“I’m going to the ladies’ room quickly, to freshen up,” I say, hardly able to look at him. My heart is still racing, and even though he gave me an orgasm, I still want more. I want to feel him. I want to tug his pants open and spread my legs so that he can thrust into me.

Clearing my throat, I tuck my hair behind my ear.

“I won’t be long,” I murmur.

All I really need is a moment to clear my head.

Andrei nods and steps aside so that I can walk past him.

I hurry down the hallway, turning back to see if he’s watching me, and when I see he isn’t, I duck left instead of right, which would have led me to the bathrooms.

The left door leads to an alley behind the club.

I push it open and step outside into the cool night air, taking a deep breath and running my fingers through my hair to brush it back away from my face. Goosebumps break out over my arms as the chill touches me. It’s refreshing, and it helps me think more clearly.

“Tia, you need to get a grip. You’re supposed to be trying to escape tonight,” I scold myself.

Take three deep breaths.

Clear your mind.

And figure this out.

I’m free. I could literally run to the end of this alley and I’d be on the main street. It would take me less than a minute to wave someone down to help me. I would be rescued.

They could take me home.

I wouldn’t be Andrei’s prisoner anymore.

My mind plays out the scenario—I picture myself walking into my old bedroom at the estate, my things on the dresser where I left them, the familiar smells of home.Home.

For some reason, none of it feels right; it doesn’t bring me relief or happiness.

My heart clenches tightly in my chest, and I press my hand over it.

I would still be a prisoner.My brother’s prisoner.