Page 56 of Trapped By the Bratva

I rolled my eyes. “That blond dumb fuck?”

She sighed as she set the elastic band on the cart off to the side. In her other hand, she held a water bottle that she offered to me.

I took it and looked up at her smirking. “Sven wasn’t a blond dumb fuck. He was a very skilled and talented masseuse.”

“You know that from experience?” I drank from the water and glared at her. “You enjoy having his hands on you, too?”

She licked her lips, peeved. “No.”

“Never?” I taunted, just because I couldn’t help myself. Amy asked her post-natal masseuse about any recommendations for me, and that was how we found Sven. He’d come twice so far, and I hated it. “Because he sure as fuck thought about putting them on you.”

“He did not. He was a professional, trying to loosen the scar tissue around your surgery sites.”

“All while he checked you out and fantasized about touching you.”

She shook her head. “I’m not talking about men’s hands on me.”

“Why not?”

She met my gaze head on. “Because it’s been a while since I’ve had anyone touching me. And it’ll be an even longer time before it happens again.”

Fuck me, Darling.I wanted to. I wanted to hold her, play with her, and fuck her. I needed my lips on hers, my fingers in her cunt, my dick anywhere she’d let me.

“You, however…” She walked around me. When she pressed her knee against the chair, she rolled it further across the carpet. “You’re tense.” As she laid her fingers on my shoulders and pressed in, I fought not to groan. It had been a while since I’d had a massage. I liked to get them as a habit, a form of taking care of myself, even before I was tortured and wounded. Afterward, I found that it helped at the worst areas of healing.

“Of course I’m fucking tense.”

“You shouldn’t be,” she replied. “The therapy should help. The hot tub, too. And if you’d stop being so biased about Sven, more massages would loosen up this scar tissue as well.”

“Then go on.” I groaned. I couldn’t keep it in. It felt too good.

“You have all the resources to have the best rehab therapy possible. So take advantage of me. I mean…” She stopped, herfingers going still on my muscles. “Take advantage ofit. All that your money can buy.”

Nice save there, Darling.

I wouldn’t pounce on that slip of the tongue. She rendered me speechless with her kneading pressure. I let my head roll toward the right, accommodating her deeper rubs on the left, then back again.

Goosebumps raised on my skin, and I couldn’t tell if the chill was from her massage or the fact that she had her hands on me for longer than a second or two.

Too soon, she lifted her fingers from me and walked back around. I hated the absence of her hands on me, sharing her warmth and skillful touch.

Now would be the time for her to leave. The session of exercising my battered body was over. I wouldn’t be treated to her presence for a few more hours, and it felt like too damn long.

That isn’t enough.Every day I toughed out being near her but talking myself out of actually going for what I wanted from her, I grew infinitely more frustrated. The nearness was killing me. This tension storming between us damn near suffocated me.

“I can take this up to the kitchen if you want.” She reached for the tray that contained my lunch.

“You’re not a housemaid.”

She huffed. “Never said I was.”

And you’re not supposed to be my good girl or Darling either…

“I’m going to go up there anyway. It gets pretty lonely in my room between your sessions. Maybe I can see if Becca needs helpwith Emily or— Shoot!” She overextended her arm and knocked an empty bowl down. As she stooped to get it, her ass bumped into my knee. “Sorry.” She glanced up, cheeks turning pink, as she hurried to grab the container and avoid me with a buffer to spare between us.

Once she stood again, she rubbed her hand over the spot she’d touched me. I watched, staring at her fingers over her ass before she moved it away. As though the contact tingled her skin too.

Lonely?She shouldn’t have to ever feel alone when I was right here, desperate for her against my better judgment.

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