Page 9 of The Bratva's Auctioned Bride
Kidnapped.
Chapter 3 - Diomid
I’m still grinning, even after the elevator doors have slid closed and her gorgeous little body is out of my view. That pure white little angel.
Fuck me, she was fun. She was beautiful, adventurous, sweet, sassy, sexy—what a perfect way to wake up, with her in my arms.
I step back into the penthouse and close the door. Reaching my arms behind my head, I stretch my body awake, wishing that she’d stayed. Dammit. It’s a rare occasion when I want the girl to still be here the morning after.
In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever invited someone to stick around for breakfast. Maybe a morning fuck and a shower—but that’s the end of it.
I wanted her to stay all day. All weekend, if I could have convinced her.
With a low chuckle, I head back to the bedroom, past the bed, and into the bathroom. Wide windows stretch around the entire bathroom, one-way glass showcasing views of the city in every direction, as far as my eyes can see.
I flick the shower on, and steam begins to press against the mirror, misting it.
Angel was eager to leave, though. Even if she did steal more than one lustful glance at me with those beautiful green eyes of hers.
Shit.I didn’t get her number.
Double shit. Since when do I ever want a girl’s number?
My own thought shocks me as I step beneath the hot flow of water pelting down from the rain shower head above me.
Dammit. I can’t let her make me soft.
There are millions of women in the world.
Can’t let one of them steal all my attention. It wouldn’t be fair to the others.
I laugh at the thought, but even as I tell myself that, I’m already wondering if I can ask Arseni to give me Mila’s number so I can ask Mila for Angel’s number.
After the shower, a cup of dark, rich coffee, and a slice of toast, she’s still on my mind.
Standing by the closed balcony doors, I’m looking at the view, but all I can see is her in my mind. The curve of her back. The swell of her hips and the soft gasp she made as I thrust into her. Her flat, toned stomach, and the way it moved when my cock penetrated her. She was tiny in my hands. Petite and beautiful and mine to control. I saw her hesitate, the flicker of panic when she felt the monstrous size of my cock pushing into her. I moved more slowly until her face changed, and she spread her legs wider for me. An invite.
Fuck. Just thinking about it, my cock has gone rock hard.
Turning around to find my phone, I’m even more determined to track down her number.
But as I pick it up, it rings. My brother’s name flashes across the screen.
Matvei. He only calls when it’s work-related, and I don’t want to work now. I feel too good.
“Matty, what’s up?” I ask, cheerful.
“You need to come to an urgent meeting at the Shevchenkos’ office.”
“Seriously? It’s Saturday, man,” I groan.
“This isn’t a request, Diomid. Get here now. And I really do mean now. Drop whatever you’re doing. Kick her out. I don’t give a shit. Hurry up.”
I roll my eyes. Rude of him to assume I’m just hanging out with some random girl from last night.
I grin as I hang up.
She was somethingspecial. Dammit. And she managed to escape me before I could pull myself together enough not to let her go.
