Page 15 of Forced Bratva Hostage (Dubrov Bratva #15)

The fire crackles, breaking the silence of the cabin.

Tia is curled up against me; her body has stopped shaking, and she appears to be calmer.

I don’t think she realizes how badly shaken she was.

She was so pale on the drive home, and even when I spoke to her, she didn’t register it.

She just stared blankly out of the window.

At the cabin, while I got the fire going, she stood in the middle of the room staring blankly at the wall for ages.

It’s only now in the last half hour that she’s started talking and easing up. The shock hit her hard.

She’s in denial about what happened, though.

I know Van. He’s a pit bull. He’s ruthless and deadly—but he wouldn’t dare do a fucking thing without Boris’s permission.

He doesn’t have the balls to act alone. Especially not when it comes to Boris’s family—his half-sister.

No.

Boris ordered his henchman to take that shot.

For some reason, he wants his sister dead.

But for the life of me, I can’t figure out why.

Tia shifts uncomfortably, and I notice something is bothering her.

With a little bit of encouragement, she tells me about what she’s just remembered. I listen, my heart pulling tighter in my chest.

There has always been something about Boris that told me he has no soul, no heart inside his body. He is barely human. Even his own father was worried about his coldness.

It’s obvious, but she’s refusing to see it. She’s hell-bent on denying it.

I could argue with her, but now is not the time to put any more pressure on her, not after what she’s been through tonight.

Wrapping my arm around her, I pull her close to me again, trying to let her know she’s safe by cradling her in my warmth. Tonight was the first time I’ve ever felt genuine fear. When I thought I was about to lose her, the intensity of my emotions was terrifying.

I don’t think that image, of Van lifting his gun, her right in his line of sight, will ever leave me.

Thinking of it now, my stomach knots and churns with anxiety.

I can’t lose her. I never want to be without her.

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.

She shifts backwards on my lap and tugs at my belt.

I want to go slow, to let her know she’s safe with me, but the moment she pulls my belt loose, I can’t wait any longer.

I grab my pants and pull them open, lifting her on my lap, and slide my pants low enough to free my cock.

It jumps free, rigid and pulsing, the vein throbbing along my shaft.

She gasps at the sight of it and bites her lower lip, her brows knitting with worry.

“It’s massive,” she mutters.

“It’s okay, little bunny, it’ll only hurt for a moment,” I promise her, lifting her above my cock and rubbing it over her pussy.

She shudders with desire and rocks her hips over me.

I push the tip of my cock into her pussy and she tenses for a moment.

It takes every ounce of my control for me to stop and let her adjust.

Her body softens against me again, and I take her hips, pushing her slowly onto my cock. She’s tight around me, and her breathing is sharp as her fingers dig into my shoulders.

I keep pushing inside her until she’s filled up, stretched open by my cock, and I’m completely buried in her pussy.

I can feel her twitching on me, my cock throbbing inside her.

I wait, focusing on my breathing, until she’s comfortable, which feels like an eternity. Then, finally, she leans forward and kisses me.

With my hands over her hips, I lift her up and slowly lower her again, and she moans sweetly into my mouth.

My movements become rhythmic, thrusting in and out, fucking her slowly and tenderly. I maintain my pace, tantric, teasing, letting the pleasure build.

Every now and then, Tia gets impatient and tries to push down harder onto me, but I stop her, with a dark smile on my face as I watch her frustration grow.

“The longer we take, the more pleasurable it will be at the end,” I whisper against her ear as I pull her forward, holding her against my chest so she can’t move. I rock my cock up into her, reaching around her body and pulling her pussy open as I thrust, again and again.

She is moaning, louder and faster, her face buried in the curve of my neck.

Her body melts against mine as she lets go, giving in to the fact that she is not in control.

My cock is hard, it’s aching inside her.

I lift her off my lap and roll her onto the sofa. She looks up at me with her gorgeous blue eyes, and I push her legs apart, lowering my face between her thighs to lick her sweetness.

She gasps when my tongue dips into her, her fingers knotting in my hair, and she pushes my face harder against her pussy.

I write slow letters over her clit, teasing her until her legs are shaking. Then I stop, pushing her legs apart with my hips, and thrust into her again.

This time, I don’t move slowly.

Her body jerks as I penetrate her, shoving my cock into her with force. She squeals in delight and digs her nails into my back.

I can’t hold back anymore.

I want to fuck her so hard she can’t stand afterwards.

Her pussy is too perfect, and I want to possess it in dangerous ways.

Tia wraps her legs around my waist, and I fuck her, harder and faster, each movement making her gasp and moan.

Her legs are shaking, and her head is tilted back against the pillows of the sofa. I grab her jaw and force her eyes onto me.

“Come for me, Tia. I want you to come all over my cock and I want to watch your eyes when you do it.”

She shivers at my words, biting down on her lower lip. Her pussy throbs over me, and she tilts her hips forward.

My cock plunges into her again and she gasps, her lips parting.

I watch her, every movement of her lips, every breath—until she explodes.

Her body goes rigid, shuddering beneath me, her muscles spasming as wave after wave of her orgasm shoots through her.

My cock gets harder inside her, and she screams in surprise.

I explode as I thrust forward and release my pleasure into her.

For the longest time, we lie together on the sofa, our bodies locked together, our breathing heavy and loud.

The fire crackles, casting warmth over our skin, coated with a glittering layer of sweat.

I pull Tia onto me, laying her across my chest while I stroke my hand through her hair.

She snuggles against me, closing her eyes.

“Do you still want to have a hot bath?” I ask as my body sinks deeper into the sofa.

“Mm,” she answers, half asleep. But she makes no effort to move off me, so I keep brushing my fingers through her hair, enjoying the silky touch of it as it moves beneath my hand.

Both of us fall asleep.

It’s Tia who wakes up first, when the fire dies down to nothing but red coals and the cold night bites at her skin.

She shivers, and it wakes me up.

I push off the couch, lifting her in my arms, and carry her towards the bedroom.

“Wait,” she mutters. “I want a snack.”

The innocent request makes me chuckle as I change direction and carry her into the pantry.

She sits on the edge of the counter while I call out options.

“Canned meat?”

“No,” she laughs.

“Tuna?”

“No,” she says, horrified. “Tuna is not a midnight snack.”

I grin, knowing I’ve already found what she wants, but teasing her is too much fun.

“Dehydrated eggs?” I ask, even though I don’t have that.

“Andrei,” she huffs, scooting off the counter to come and see for herself.

I turn to block her, and she shoots me a warning, her blue eyes piercing into me.

“You’re mean when you get hungry,” I laugh.

“Don’t play with fire,” she says darkly.

I hold out my hands, spreading my fingers to show her the chocolates and cookies.

She jumps up and giggles, wiggling her ass with happiness.

“Will that do?”

“It’ll do. You’ll survive the night,” she grins, taking it from me.

I take her hand and lead her through to the bed, where we snuggle up against each other and enjoy the sweet midnight treats before falling asleep again.

***

I wake up with a smile on my face, my arms wrapped around Tia, with her cheek squished against my chest as she snores softly.

It’s odd to come to the understanding that this girl has somehow crept into my heart, even though that was the furthest thing from my mind when I took her.

I sigh softly.

How can I let this happen, though?

It isn’t safe for either of us.

Yet, somewhere in my mind, I’m fully aware that I don’t care about the risks.

But I need to sort this thing out with her brother before she and I can be anything.

Tia wakes up and jumps in fright.

She giggles shyly, hiding her face from me.

“Did you have a bad dream?” I ask, stroking her back.

She nods. “I wasn’t expecting to wake up in your bed,” she mutters sleepily.

“How are you feeling?”

The question seems to bring back the reality of what happened last night, and she tenses slightly.

“I’m okay,” she answers, rolling away from me. “Is there any coffee in the cabin? I really need some. And a shower.” She scoots out of the bed, and I don’t try to stop her.

We need to head home as soon as possible so that I can start investigating whatever the hell is going on with her brother and why he would want her dead.

This escape has been magical, but it’s time to return to reality.