Page 63 of Captivated By the Bratva

“You stay put.” He again looked me over like he was tempted to reconsider walking out of this room.

“Like this?” I leaned up on my elbows as I slid one foot flat to the bed. Raising my knee caused the dress to slide down my thigh, and with this position, I prompted him to focus right where I wanted him.

He growled, frowning. “Yes. Stay put. Just like that.”

“Not like this?” I teased, shifting my shoulder so the strap of my shirt fell down.

“No,” he ordered. “I want the pleasure of stripping you bare.”

I shivered under his smoldering gaze.

Nodding slowly, I grinned at the promise of what would come.

He turned and left, and as I fell back to the soft plushness of the bed, I sighed and wondered how I’d ever gotten this lucky. This fortunate.

Closing my eyes, I thought ahead to the pain and pleasure that would await me. I hoped he was in the mood to use his hands on me. His spanks. The hard, brutal thrusts. That man knew just how to overwhelm me, and I couldn’t wait.

The sound of a door opening reached me.

That quick?I didn’t know how he could’ve gone all the way downstairs and back up in that short amount of time. I openedmy eyes and sat up to look through the open doorway at the entrance to the suite.

“No.” I whispered it to myself at the sight of the person entering and closing the door behind them.

It was him again.

The man from London. Disguised in a worker’s uniform, he snuck further into the suite and looked back and forth.

Erik Avilov was here, breaking in.

As soon as his dark gaze landed on me, he ran.

“Fuck!” I stood and darted toward the bathroom to hide. He was already barreling toward me, and there was nowhere else to hide.

Just when I was thinking I could hope to lower my guard…

He growled as he lunged for me, catching me around my waist.

“Get off! Let go of me!”

Picking me up, he turned to drag me out. With the force that I kicked and bucked, fighting to get loose, he tripped and fell onto the bed.

On my back, I used the flat surface to leverage more attacks. I hit and kicked, punched and twisted. It didn’t matter what I did, I couldn’t buck him off.

“Let me go!” I screamed it at him, hoping one of Maxim’s men would hear. Someone had to be near. A guard. Anyone.

Erik lifted his hand and struck me hard. The metallic tang of blood hit my tongue, and as I drew in a breath to scream again, he shoved a gag over my mouth.

23

MAXIM

As I strode down the hall to check in with the newest hire at this property, my phone rang. Again.

I sighed, hating these constant interruptions. While I’d been focusing on finding and keeping Nadia, I hadn’t been on call as much as I usually was.

It seemed that everything was falling apart in my absence.

“What, Yusef?” I tried not to let too much of my impatience bleed into my tone, but it was difficult.

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