Page 34 of Forced Bratva Hostage

Am I more welcome in the home of my kidnapper than in my brother’s house?

The pool light goes off, and I’m plunged into darkness. Only the small garden lights along the pathway are throwing a soft glow into the night around me. I tense, not sure what’s happening. My eyes adjust to the darker surroundings while they dart from one side of the pool to the other.

A splash and then movement in the pool gives me a fright, and I turn quickly towards the sound to see Andrei standing in the water, staring at me with his head tilted to the side.

Steam is rising off the surface around him, and he looks freaking gorgeous. His torso is chiseled perfection. The muscles ripple over his body as he slowly moves towards me.

My eyes drift over the tattoo that I’ve been dying to see. It curls from his neck, over his shoulder, across his pec, and around the back of his ribs, out of sight. The dark black ink shows a dragon, wrapped in fire or water—it’s hard to see the details, but it looks like everything is moving over his body as though it were part of him. My heart is beating faster and faster as I watch him.

How can one man be so sexy?

His voice carries over the water.

“Why do you insist on continuing to drive me crazy with these stupid pranks, Tatiana?” he says. “And now, you’re naked in my swimming pool, where any one of the guards might see you—don’t you care? Do you want their eyes all over your body?” He’s close now, the details of the dragon becoming clearer in the low light.

My body is tingling with excitement, my heart hammering against my ribs.

So, Ihavebeen getting to him with my pranks. I have been driving him crazy.

“It’smybody. I think I can make whatever choices I want for it,” I sass at him, determined not to let him know what effect his perfect body is having on me right now. I lift my chin and glare at him as he stares down at me with intense focus. I won’t look down, I’ll hold his stare.

He reaches out and touches my face, and it sends a bolt of electricity through me.

“No, actually, it’s not your body, Tatiana. It’smine. You belong to me,” he growls darkly.

“Excuse me. I donotbelong to you. You don’t own me. You kidnapped me. That doesn’t give you any rights over me,” I snap.

“You are mywife, Tatiana. You signed the documents, and you agreed to the terms. Youdo belong to me.I am the one who controls you.” His words make me angry and send a dark thrill of excitement through me at the same time. I shouldn’t want to belong to him, but right now I do. This tall, mysterious man, standing over me in the dark water of his swimming pool.

“You don’t have any control over me,” I whisper. My heart is racing because I doubt my own words. The idea of teasing him with my naked body from a distance seemed like such a good idea at the time. But now he’s right next to me, and I feel more exposed than I’ve ever felt in my life. Self-consciously, I lift my arm over my breasts, even though I’m sure it’s too dark for him to see much of anything as long as I staybelowthe water.

I have to regain control of this situation.

“If I were really your wife, you would never be allowed to have a mistress, Andrei. Perhaps you should start looking at yourself before you try and tell me what I can and can’t do.”

He shakes his head, moving even closer, forcing me to drift back in the water to avoid touching him.

When he laughs, the deep sound vibrates through me and gives me goosebumps. Why, oh why does he have to be so gorgeous? It’s distracting me, making me lose focus.

“Maddie is an old friend of mine and has never been more than that. She helps me with the accounting. She is most certainly not my mistress,” he muses, his eyes piercing into mine. “Are you jealous?”

My back is right against the side of the pool, and I can’t move any further back. This doesn’t stop Andrei from coming even closer, so close that his chest presses against me and I’m forced to drop my hand away to hold onto the side of the pool to keep myself steady.

“I’m—I’m not—jealous—" I stammer.

But I realize that Andrei is as naked as I am, and I can barely speak.

His body pressed against mine leaves little room for imagination, and as soon as I feel him, every single cell inside me ignites with desire.

He brushes his hand over my side and the fire gets hotter.

I whimper, hoping like hell that he didn’t hear it, but the look in his eyes tells me he did.

He looks like he knows he’s in control.

Refusing to give in that easily, I turn my face up towards his and take a sharp, bold breath before I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him towards me. My mouth crashes into his and he presses harder against me, my back pinned to the side of the pool and my skin alive with each touch. Our mouths move over each other.

I’m in control. I’m the one who kissed him.

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