Page 33 of Bratva Hunter

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened.”

“Everyone gets sick. I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

She drops her feet to the floor as she turns to turn on the faucet, cupping water in her hand, she takes a drink and spits it out. “I don’t know why I got sick.” She’s unstable on her feet when she turns to face me, so I collect her in my arms again.

“Let’s get you settled.” She rests her head against my chest. Did she eat something earlier when we stopped for breakfast that could have made her sick? I set her down on the sofa in the living room and place a blanket over her lap. “Do you want something to drink?”

“Could I have some of the soda?”

I jog over to the table to grab the white Styrofoam cup and adjust the straw. “Here.”

She sips the beverage as she leans against the back. “I’m sorry.”

“Stop. You can’t control that. We just need to make sure you feel better.”

Her eyes close and I take the cup so it doesn’t fall and spill. The little danger voice in the back of my mind that alerts me to trouble ticks like a clock. We’re safe here… This apartment is a Bravikov Bratva safe house. It’s recently remodeled with simple colors and comfortable furniture. My father believes extravagance is just for him, so his decorator did the bare minimum on this twelve-hundred square feet place. The lack of a view from the window flicks at my dislike of closed spaces. Iwish this place had more glass, like Cynric’s former penthouse, a few blocks away. My mind wanders to my older brother and his pregnant wife. I could have abandoned Rosa once I determined she wasn’t a threat to my brother, but something made me stay. It was that same something I found with her in Prague.

An hour later, texting my youngest brother and flipping through the streaming platform to find something to watch as Rosa’s eyes ping open. “I fell asleep.”

I chuckle. “Was that a question or a fact?”

“Neither, I guess. I’m sorry.”

I move to her and kneel. “The next time you apologize for no reason, I’ll spank your ass.”

“Um.” A smile rises from the corner of her mouth. “Promises, promises.”

“As soon as you can keep a meal down, game on!”

Her head snaps to the fridge. “Any leftover pizza?”

“Do you want it heated?”

“Nah. I love cold pizza.”

I chuckle. “Me, too. I’ll grab two plates and the pie.”

Rosa nibbles the second piece of pizza with stops in between bites. “Waiting for your stomach to roll again?”

“Yeah. It seems fine, though.” She dabs the napkin to her lips. “You were saying something about an activity once I ate.”

“Let’s see if your stomach cooperates, then we’ll talk.”

An hour later, I’m sitting on the sofa, bored, watching a series on Netflix as Rosa stands to strip off her clothes. My cock is rock hard and pushing against my shorts as she dances around, moving side to side, pulling off her bra. It lands atop her shirt as she plays with the waistband on her drawstring pants. She lowers a side so I can see her hip, then giggles and pulls it up again. She’s driving me crazy. My hands itch to possess her as they thrust out to capture her and bring her to my mouth. Her skin is soft and warm. My hands brush her pants and pantiesdown in one move, leaving her naked before me. I can only imagine the lust on my face as she offers a half-smile.

“You’re stunning.”

Chewing on her bottom lip, she shifts to drop to her knees as I stand quickly, catching her movements and scooping her up in my arms. “Hey?”

“We need to lie down and take this slow.”

“I’m fine, Rory…” I cut her off as I hustle to the bedroom. “You don’t always have to be in charge.”

“Ha. I’m always in charge and don’t you forget it.” I chuckle as I toss her gently onto the bed to stand before her. “Undress me.”

Lust sparkles in her eyes as her hands rush to my athletic shorts. In a fast move, she’s shoved down my shorts and briefs and caressed my cock and balls.

“Tsk, tsk. No touching until I say so.”

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