Page 27 of Forced Bratva Hostage

I nod, biting my lower lip. “Okay, I’m ready.”

The moment the gauze touches my skin, I let out a sharp cry.

He rubs his hand up and down my thigh, his touch soothing and distracting me as he wipes away the blood and cleans the injuries on both of my knees.

“Now I’ll bandage them, then you’re done. Are you okay?” he asks, looking at me.

My heart flickers, my eyes tracing over his chiseled jaw and dark blonde stubble. It’s a shade darker than his hair. His lips look soft and warm. From here, I can see down his shirt as he works. The dark tattoo that spreads over his neck goes right over his shoulder, and I’m dying to know how far down it reaches. It looks like some kind of sea dragon. Fierce and dangerous.

“Tatiana?”

“What?” I snap, annoyed with myself again. What is wrong with me? Perving the asshole who kidnapped me is not the way to escape.

“I asked you if you were okay?” he says calmly.

“I’m fine. Can we hurry this whole thing up,please?” I practically beg. I want to put clothes on. I want the distance between us. I want to get as far away from him as possible before I do something really stupid.

He shakes his head, returning his attention to my knees.

“Have you got somewhere you need to be?” he chuckles.

“Anywhere but here,” I sigh.

“You don’t like being half naked with a man sitting between your legs?” his voice is teasingly suggestive, and his eyes are touched with mischief when he glances quickly up at me.

Now my heart is racing again. The beat of it in my ears is like drumming. This isterrible. Why does he have this effect on me?

I lean down to grab the bandage from his hand, but he moves faster than I, pulling it away.

“I like to be the one in control, little bunny,” he grins. “Now sit still and behave.”

My mouth drops open as I stare in disbelief while he carefully places each bandage, sticking them down and smoothing the corners to make sure they are secure.

“Done,” he says, brushing his thumb over my knee to check his work.

In a rush to get away from this embarrassment, I don’t wait for him to stand up before I push off the counter.

The problem is that I land right in front of him, between his spread legs. I lose my balance and Andrei immediately lifts his arms to grab me, his hands half on my ass, half on my hips. He pulls me forward to stop me from falling over, and instead, I fall towards his body and land against him with my arms around his neck.

Our lips are inches apart, and I don’t make a sound as I stare into his eyes.

Slowly, his lips curl into a smile.

“If you keep falling on me like this, I’m going to start thinking you’re doing it on purpose,” he says, deep and quiet.

My heart beats faster, and heat builds between my legs. Slowly, he brushes his hands over my ass and down the backs of my thighs.

My lips part as I breathe in.

His breath is hot against my mouth, and if I leaned just an inch closer, I could kiss him.

Oh my fuck, what the fuck?

I push away from him and step back, my ass bumping the counter. I walk around it, facing him, not daring to look away, until I reach where my jeans are lying over the edge of the bath.

Snatching them up, I hold them in front of my body like a shield I can hide behind.

“Get out,” I snap.

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