Chapter Ten
Varya
I’m pretty sure I’m a wanton whore now since I was about to fuck the most feared man in the underworld on the first twenty minutes of knowing him. Who does that?
A wanton whore.
My mind swims with the fear over what is happening and swims with something else. Something dark and dangerous. I have been in lust before, at least I think I have. I have had this crazy feeling towards someone else.
The one thing I’m shocked about is with everyone talking about Maksim, no one mentioned how sexy he was. No one mentioned the dark hair, beautiful eyes and chiseled jaw that makes women’s panties melt. No one mentioned a damned thing.
I’m still in the chair trying to calm down from basically humping his thigh like a horny cat. I can’t believe I was begging him to fuck me!
Sergei mentioned the infamous and secretivepahkanmany times but never mentioned how he looked. He only ever talked about how Maksim would kill someone for looking at him the wrong way. I’m not sure how much of that is true, or even it is true. I can see the criminality in him, though. I can see his darkness just by him being that close to me.
I know I should be afraid of him. I know I should want to get away from him because of him taking me away from Sergei. The question is, do I want to be?
All around the room, I see Maksim. I see the most feared man everywhere I look. His cologne and musky smell hang in the office even after he has left. I squeeze my thighs together in hopes of ebbing some of the tension bubbling between them. I have never been this attracted to someone in my life before.
I’m looking around to get any clues where I am. I have no idea how long I was sedated or in the car for. I could be anywhere. The walls are a deep color with just enough personality to prove Maksim is the ruthless leader everyone believes him to be.
The one thing I’m worried about with my kidnapping is the fall out and/or retaliation Sergei is going to subject my parents to. Luckily for me, I was pretty enough to capture Sergei’s attention and my parents ate up the dowry. They loved the extra dividends they received from my marrying the leader of the Markov Bratva. They enjoy every bit of the perks of having Sergei as their son-in-law.
A wave of sadness floods through me as I start to think about their lives back in Russia. What would happen to them when they find out I’m now lusting after Maksim?
“Get up,” someone orders from outside the door.
My feet shake as I do my best to get off the chair. The man who has barged in, scared me to the point where I lost my footing and fell to the ground. My body hits the lush carpeting with a slight thud.
“Jesus!” The man grumbles but leans over to help me get up.
I should be embarrassed and angry about everything. Truthfully, I’m wanting to see Maksim again. “Uh,” I whisper when the man looks down at my chest. My nipples are puckered from the previous attraction I had with Maksim and his filthy words.
The man shakes his head. “Thepahkanneeds you.”
My heart skips a beat at the thought of going to see Maksim again. What the hell is wrong with me that I’m this excited to see the man who is in charge of my kidnapping?
I’m pushed down a large corridor until we reach an open room. Maksim is seated behind another imposing table in the center of the room. All around the table, there are windows which are covered in curtains. The perfect anonymity for the secretivepahkan.
“Varya is here,” Maksim informs whoever is on the computer with him.
“I want to see my wife right now, Maksim!” Sergei’s voice cuts through the speakers of the computer.
The man holding me pushes me forward to be in front of the camera. The smell of Maksim’s cologne still bubbles in my head and makes me want to melt. He is so delicious.
Sergei looks calm, cool and collected on the screen just how I knew he would look. Inside, I know he is fuming mad. Maksim and his men have under minded Sergei’s strength in the bratva world by taking me. My husband gives me a look that tells me to keep my mouth shut.
He shakes his head when he sees what I’m wearing. “Varya, darling,” he whispers like he cares. “Are you all right? Did they hurt you?”
“I’m fine.”
Maksim is seated right next to me with his knee out for to brush against with my own thigh. Electricity jolts through my body at touching him.
“See? She’s fine. Markov, you have one week to give me everything back. I want every ounce of my property back.”
“If I don’t?” Sergei breathes.
My heart jumps in my chest. I could be leaving in one week back to my husband. Back to the man who doesn’t really care I have been taken. And then away from Maksim. The man who makes my insides quake just from a single look.
