Page 34 of Kidnapped Prisoner By the Bratva
He hesitated for a second, brows furrowing to form deep creases between them. “Do not mistake my kindness for weakness, Wren,” he warned me sternly. “People have met their ends for far lesser crimes.”
That low, throaty growl sent shivers down my spine, and the anger in his eyes made my skin prickle. This was the point where I should swallow a chill pill. But I didn’t. I wasn’t done with him yet.
I stared right into his steel-gray eyes—those eyes that frightened me to the core. “You don’t scare me, Val,” I said quietly, my voice dripping with venom and disdain. “I’m familiar with how monsters like yourself prey on people’s fear.”
He watched me in silence as I walked over the kitchen island and stood right in front of him.
“I am not afraid of you, Valarian Tarasov.”
“Youshouldbe,” he said, soft, quiet, but menacing.
Tremors sprinted down my core at his words, and I felt my chest tighten. “I don’t like it when people threaten me,” I replied, struggling to sound unfazed by his warning.
His hands snapped out, and the next thing I knew, his arms were around my waist. Before I could even make a move, he pulled me to himself, rough and possessive.
“Let go of me.” I squirmed, trying to free myself, but his grip around my waist was firm enough to hold me in place. “Let—go—of—me!”
“Or else what?” he whispered. “What’re you gonna do about it?”
I raised my head and locked eyes with him, fuming in silence. Our faces were inches apart, as were our lips. His fresh breath was warm on my skin, his gaze pinned on me like a hook to a fish.
Beneath the surface, something else simmered. At first, I wasn’t sure what it was. But the more I looked into those steel-gray eyes, the clearer it became.
Desire.
That realization alone ignited a flame within me that weakened my knees. Lust was etched in his unwavering gaze, and I felt myself unravel with each passing second.
The tension between us was by now starting to dissolve, replaced by something much darker. Sexual.
My cunt tingled as his erection grazed my thighs—slow, gentle, and almost reverent. The silence between was deafening, the rain outside bearing witness to what was about to happen. My heart was pounding nearly as loudly as the rain itself, a cold shiver sprinting down my spine.
Neither of us broke eye contact. We held each other’s gazes, probably wondering what the other was thinking at that moment.
Funny how all it took to dissolve all that rage was skin-to-skin contact. My anger flew out the window the second he touched me. Now, I was breathing hard, knowing it was impossible to stay composed in such a compromising position.
His eyes dropped to my lips, his right thumb gently tracing the curve of my mouth.
I didn’t push him away. I couldn’t. How could I when my whole body wanted him? His touch was electric, his intense gaze stirring up emotions within me—anxiety, fear, and desire.
Like poison, this feeling slowly moved through my system and broke all of my defenses. The high walls I’d built all came crumbling to the ground, leaving me vulnerable. His thumb on my lips had unveiled the mask I’d been hiding behind, revealing the ache of temptation in my eyes.
Without a word, he leaned in, his lips inches from mine as his hand left my mouth to settle on my chest. His middle finger drew circles over my skin, each stroke accentuating my need. I watched his gaze drop to my cleavage, and my breath hitched.
His eyes narrowed, as if pleased by the sight of my breasts nestled behind the silky fabric of my nightgown. His calmness was admirable, and I wished that I had mastered that level of composure. But I didn’t, and my heart wouldn’t stop racing.
He was clearly in control of the situation, and I was at his mercy—vulnerable, scared, and horny as fuck. He didn’t say anything, but the look in his eyes revealed the heat, the longing, and the sharp hunger burning through him.
Val wanted me as much as I wanted him, and in the heat of the moment, pesky little voices returned.
Walk away—walk away now,one whispered in my head.
This is what you’ve wanted for days now,said another.Give in to it. For once, since you arrived here, have a good time.
Remember, you hate his guts.
You can go back to hating him tomorrow. But for now, let him fuck you the way you’ve been craving.
The idea of spreading my legs and letting him ruin me sent tremors down my core. His gaze was dark with desire, a carnal urge flickering in his eyes. He pulled me closer, his shaft pressing into my thigh, fueling my appetite.
