Page 51 of Forced Bratva Hostage

I take a deep breath, trying to ease my own thoughts.

I’m confused about my reaction to everything. Of course, I don’t want the Enzos hurting anyone else—but this wasn’t a normal desire to protect someone; this was so much more.

I brush my hand over her arm, and her skin is soft and warm beneath my touch.

“Do you want me to run you a bath?” I ask softly against her hair, taking in a long breath of her scent. It floods my lungs and spikes my heart rate.

My body stirs, thinking about the kiss. I close my eyes, and images of her body flash through my mind. Her warmth against my hand as I slid my fingers into her.

Her voice pulls me from the memory.

“I would like to have a bath. I want to wash off the tension.” She laughs weakly, a tight smile on her lips.

“I’ll run it for you and find something for you to wear afterwards.” On impulse, I lean over and kiss her. As soon as her lips touch mine, I understand how dangerous it is to do this now.

My body ignites again, and the full force of my desire floods me, the same way it did in the club.

I can’t stop now.

And the little sounds she’s making against my lips make it clear that she feels the same way.

She reaches up and wraps her hands around the back of my neck.

My hands brush over her waist, lifting her and pulling her onto my lap.

She straddles me, her legs spread over me, and her dress moving up over her hips.

Rocking back and forth over my cock, she can feel how hard I am, throbbing against my pants, practically ripping through the seams.

A low growl vibrates through me as I push her dress higher, over her waist, up her arms, tugging it over her head and throwing it aside.

Her breasts are perfect, milky and full.

She has the most beautiful, large, dark nipples, hard and begging me to wrap my lips around them. I lean down and lick one as I massage my fingers into the soft flesh of her breast.

She moans and tilts her head back as I suck her nipple into my mouth.

“Andrei,” she whispers.

When I look up at her, she looks nervous.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, hoping she won’t ask me to stop.

“I’ve never been with anyone before,” she says, sending a dark possessive desire shooting through me. She’s a virgin. She’s been locked away her entire life and she’s never had a chance to experience any of this.

I clench my jaw to stop myself from growling like an animal.

I want her a hundred times more now.

I want her—and I want no other man to touch her, ever.

“I’ll go slowly, and if you want me to stop at any point, just tell me.”

“I don’t want you to stop.” She shakes her head, her eyes shining with excitement.

Reaching up, I wrap my hand around the back of her head and pull her lips to mine.

The sweet sounds of her desire spill from her lips against my mouth. Her fingers move over my chest, tugging open the buttons of my shirt, then tracing the shape of my muscles.