Page 24 of Bratva Hunter

“Yes. She’s with me. Safe.”

Fingers chuckles. “That was quick. Let me guess, she’s in your bed.”

“That’s none of your fucking business, Fingers. Find out how safe we are and get back to me.” I set down the phone and look out the peephole. Stepping back to my bag, I pull out a camera. Fingers makes sure we have simple surveillance equipment in our go bags. I walk out the condo door with the camera and my phone, setting it into the fake plant at the end of the hall. The view on my phone should let me know if someone comes looking for her. The clothes basket beckons me. The rental has a convenience washer and dryer, so I pick up her basket and toss her clothes into the washer. Thirty minutes later, I transfer her clothes to the dryer. Glancing at my watch. I’ve wasted enough time. My body is itching to join her in the bed. I strip down to my briefs and t-shirt and snuggle next to the woman that’s haunted my thoughts since we met.

ROSA

The room is dark and quiet, except for the faint sounds of traffic outside, and I can smell the humongous man behind me. He smells like sandalwood and amber with a hint of citrus. It’s the same scent from Prague. He’s wrapped me into his body and breathes slowly at my neck. I want him. Sex with him was as good as the dirty books I read, and I need the release. I shift my ass against his crotch and move slowly, listening to him moan and stir.

“You should stop that.”

“I don’t want to stop it.” I want to feel you again. Just a romp with a skilled lover in case I die later. “I know you want me.”

Rory scoffs. “Of course I want you. I’ve thought about you almost every day since you disappeared.”

His words sound so sincere. “I’m sorry about that. I needed to get to my dad.”

“Fine. I get it.” His cock grows along the length of my ass, which makes me smile. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to fuck you.”

“Ha. Promises, promises.”

He pushes my arm down behind me, so I’m lying on my back and spins atop me, kissing me as his hand rubs under my shirt. “You have the softest skin.”

A blush blooms up my neck and onto my face.

He leans back to stare at me with concern. “What’s this? You should be used to compliments.”

If only they didn’t carry requirements. “I don’t like them. I’m not special.”

He drops to my side and rests his head on his hand. “Of course you’re special. You’re a model.”

“That’s my body. My mother put me in modeling to make it more difficult for my father to steal me and sell me. I hate it. Men only want women for one reason.”

“That may be other men. But not me. My mother was the best person I’ve ever known. She was brilliant and nurturing. She loved us with her whole heart. Her beauty captivated everyone around her, and it wasn’t her looks, though she was stunning. Her heart showcased her true beauty. Like you.”

“You can’t know that about me, Rory.”

“Sure, I can. You’re not some spoiled diva. If you were, you would have sold yourself to a powerful man to keep you safe.”

“Never.” I exhale. “I want a man who wants me for me. Someone I can trust.”

He nuzzles my neck. “I want you for you. I admit you’re gorgeous, but I like you. You’re intelligent and kind, not self-absorbed. And I want to get to know you better.” His face softens. “We don’t have to do this.”

I run my fingers around his neck. “Oh. Yes, we do. I want you to make me come like you did in Prague.”

His smile lifts and his pupils expand. “How many times did you come in Prague?”

I can’t answer before his mouth is on mine. His tongue delves in as I gasp. Expert hands caress my torso and settle on my breasts. I want him more than I want my next breath.

A little flicker of inquiry sparks in my mind questioning birth control, but before I can wrap my brain around it, my hand is grabbing his cock as my other pushes down his briefs. He divests me of my shirt and panties without missing a beat. Three strokes and his cock hardens like steel. “Oh, my.”

He raises to his knees as he leans down to kiss me again. “Tell me to stop.”

My core is on fire with lust, and I couldn’t stop if I tried. “No. Fuck me.”

“I promise the next one will be slower.”

My breath catches in an “oh,” as he swipes his cock up and down in my soaking slit.

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