Page 13 of Forced & Knocked-Up Bratva Bride
She stood still, her chest rising and falling. I dared to lean in, my lips dangerously close to her ear. Her teeth gritted as if bracing herself, and her breath hitched in her throat.
My eyes roamed her body, her enticing figure shrouded underneath the white nightgown she had on. How did she intend to go far dressed like that? Even if I hadn’t gotten here on time, the gown would have slowed her down, and eventually, she’d get caught by one of the guards.
“There’s no escaping me, Romano,” I whispered in her ear, subtly but deliberately inhaling her scent—sweet and tempting. “The sooner you understand that, the better.” I pulled back my head, my eyes meeting hers.
She paused for a fleeting moment after her lips had parted. “You can’t keep me locked up in here forever.” Her voice was soft, almost inaudible.
“Maybe,” I said without breaking eye contact, my lips twitching at the corners. “But you should be careful because next time you pull a stunt like this, I won’t be so forgiving.”
“What stunt?” she asked, feigning ignorance, her eyes narrowing. “Are you insinuating that I was trying to escape? What proof do you have of that?” Her lawyer instinct kicked in, brows furrowing.
I tilted my head to the side, almost questioning myself for a moment, considering what a good argument she made.
“Just because you saw me standing by the window doesn’t mean that I was trying to run away,” she paused, letting her words sink in. “Does this look like an outfit suitable for an escape plan?” Her hands gestured at the gown she had on. “How far do you think I could’ve gotten before I got caught? I thought you were smarter than that.” She folded her arms across her chest.
At this point, I couldn’t help but be impressed by the way she successfully turned this around. Clearly, she’d make a pretty good lawyer someday.
“Clever,” I muttered, a sly grin playing at the corners of my lips. I drew closer, intrigued by her brilliance. However, my expression darkened, and my eyes narrowed. “But make no mistake; if you try this again…there will be consequences,” I warned, holding her gaze.
Her lips parted slightly as though she were about to argue, but at the last second, she swallowed her words. She pulled back by a whisper when I extended my hand, my fingers brushing against her jaw. I traced the line of her skin, soft as silk beneath mine—big mistake. The moment I touched her, I felt a spark ignite within me, and my heart paused for a second. It was almost like there was a flutter in my chest that quickened my pulse, making my fingertips tingle.
I felt the shift in the atmosphere, felt my control slip ever so slightly, just enough to make me want her. I shouldn’t have such emotions, such thoughts about her, but the more I lingered around her, the more I felt the charge—the urge to feel her, taste her. My eyes darted down to her bosom, taking in the enticing sight of her cleavage, her gentle swells nestled behind the fabric of her dress.
My fingers traveled along her arm, her body subtly trembling at my touch. I felt my shaft swelling in my pants, a sign, a warning that I was getting aroused by her. Quietly, I withdrew, retaining my composure as I met her gaze, my expression still flat—unreadable. The last thing I wanted was for her to find out just how attractive I thought she was. That would be a bad idea, and I wasn’t ready for such complications at the moment.
“This is your new reality,” I said, my gaze sweeping across her body. “You belong to me now, and there’s no way out of here.”
She clenched her jaw, her eyes narrowing and brows furrowing.
I curled my lips into a sly grin and backed away from her.
“My father will find me,” she said after I turned to leave. “It’s just a matter of time before he figures out that you’re behind this. And when he does, he will come to get me.” Her voice was laced with conviction.
I chuckled, stopping in my tracks, and when I swiveled to face her, I caught a glimpse of that fire in her eyes. “I admire your faith in your father.” I paused for a second before continuing. “He received my little package, your hair strands, but unfortunately, he still hasn’t figured out who sent it to him.”
“He will,” she replied almost immediately, her tone sharp and stern.
“Perhaps,” I said, snickering. “And I’m counting on that. But in the meantime, I’ll savor his ignorance and revel in the fun of watching him lose his mind.” I went silent for a while, my lips twitching at the corners. “Do you know what else is fun?” I asked, comforted by the way she cast me an evil eye. I leaned in and whispered in her face. “Toiling with my little prisoner.”
She glared at me, her cheeks red with fury and her eyes burning with hatred. But there was nothing that she or anyone could do about her current situation.
“Hate me all you want, Romano,” I said, withdrawing from her. “It still won’t change the fact that I own you.”
A self-satisfied smirk tugged at the corners of my lips as I turned around to leave her room.
Chapter 11 – Alessia
I was sure now, beyond a reasonable doubt, and this was another window, another crack in the wall that I’d use to my own advantage.
At first, when I caught a glimpse of it in his eyes, I was quick to dispel it, especially because he masked it really well. I didn’t make much of it then, and all my mind was focused on how to get the hell out of here. I should have paid more attention to him rather than concentrating on other possible means of escape.
Now, it was glaring as day—crystal clear. Nikita Tarasov found me attractive. I saw the lust in his eyes when he touched my skin last night. It only lasted for a fleeting moment, the glint of desire flickering in his gaze. But I knew what I saw, and I was certain of it. He wanted me; his countenance said it all, as did his lingering touch.
His eyes had settled on my cleavage a little longer than usual, as if drinking in the sight of my breasts. I watched the momentary struggle to quench the flame ignited within him, but it was too late; I’d already seen it. I sensed the slight shift in the air, the fleeting tension that hovered around us when his fingers traveled along my skin. The action was unexpected, hence the reason my body trembled ever so slightly.
Just when I thought all hope was lost, this opportunity presented itself. It was useless trying to escape this place—the mission was next to impossible, and I was no Tom Cruise. However, Nik’s attraction toward me was a game changer, one that I was willing to jump on, no matter the cost. He’d made it clear that he was in charge here and that I had no power or say whatsoever.
That might have been true a few days ago, but not anymore. This little crack in the strong wall he’d built around himself had given me more power than he could possibly imagine. It was a cruel advantage, and I was willing to use it so long as it helped get me out of here. Weaponizing his attraction and lust for me wasn’t something that I wanted to do; it was something that I had to do, regardless of my conscience.
