Page 29 of Savage Bratva King

“Should I be?” I raise an eyebrow questioningly.

“It depends…” His knuckle caresses my cheek, sending shivers down my spine.

“On what?”

Something has shifted between us since the last time I saw him. I can’t tell if he is testing my trust in him, or if my attempts to seduce him and get him to see me as an attractive woman rather than the sister-in-law of his rival have worked. Either way, my pussy is screaming at me to let him touch me and see what happens, while my brain is hardly putting up a fight.

“On whether you think you will find your way out before I do.”

I lick my lips. “Is that a challenge?”

He smiles. And my heart does this funny fluttery thing that belongs in every rom com ever made. “I’ll give you a head start.”

“Are you serious?”

I mean, I know that Sergei is probably waiting at the entrance with his finger on the trigger of his gun, but even so, what if I managed to crawl out of the maze beneath the hedges or get so lost that no one ever finds me? I could spend all day hiding behind corners and running when I see them coming, couldn’t I?

He inclines his head. “Sure. Why not.”

“Okay.” I back away from him, heading the way we came.

“There is one condition to this game, Gianna.”

I stop, my blood gushing in my ears. Here it comes. The veiled threat to stop me from trying to escape. “If I find the way out before you do, I get a kiss.”

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LEONID

I watchher turn around and walk back the way we came. She doesn’t question the condition as I expected her to. Does she think that she will find her way out of the maze before I find her? It doesn’t matter either way. I’m already confident that she’ll kiss me before long.

When I said that it would be impossible to know the way out of here, it wasn’t strictly true. It would be difficult of course, but not impossible. I made sure to lead her to the middle of the left branch of the maze, but the question is, was she paying attention?

I wait between the hedges and gaze at the sky.

I can’t hear her footsteps. The maze was designed so that, once inside, people could not call for help or go their separate ways and yell out instructions to each other. But I don’t need to see or hear her to sense her determination to win.

She has been waiting three days for me. Three days left alone with her thoughts and the feel of my tongue in her mouth, wondering why I didn’t take advantage of her. She will no doubt have experienced a cycle of emotions.

Shock.

Confusion.

Anger.

Perhaps even disappointment.

But above all, I will have already sowed the first tiny seed of trust within her heart against her will. I could’ve overpowered her, and she’d have been powerless to stop me, but I chose to walk away without even gazing at her nakedness.

I didn’t need to see her pussy with my own eyes to know that it is beautiful. The swell of her breast in the palm of my hand was enough to tell me that nothing about Gianna Sedric’s body could ever disappoint.

My cock grows warm and hard, and I force myself to concentrate on the matter in hand.

Do I allow Gianna to win today, or do I claim my kiss? If she wins and reaches the exit before me, it will reinforce her trust in me when I’m forced to forfeit the condition. But allowing her to win will also give her hope. It will provide her with a finish line, an arrangement that will end the day I return her to her family.

There is also the little matter of wanting to taste her again to consider.

But perhaps today’s forfeit will make the inevitable reward that much sweeter.

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