L Y O V
’ve gone off the plan. I’m in too deep.
The moment our eyes met, I knew this was going to be harder than I bargained for. The woman is a goddess. Dark long
hair that curls in waves to her waist, brilliant hazel eyes and pouty, full lips. That’s not even mentioning her perfect body.
The way her full breasts bounce as she walks by my side. Her sides sweep into her waist and out again to wide hips, swaying so temptingly with each step she takes. Her thick thighs are perfect for grabbing. I groan under my breath as I take in the sight of her.
She has to be wearing a tight as hell black dress too, which accentuates every dip and curve of her body. Not to mention that perfect round ass that makes my cock as hard as nails.
I can feel a haze over my mind. For the first time in years, I feel out of control. It’s a wild sensation.
I keep telling myself this is the easiest way to kidnap her. She believes we are hooking up for a hot night of sex. I think my cock also thinks that’s where this is heading, but it can’t. What Milana doesn’t realize is the danger I pose.
Deep down, I know I don’t want the way she is looking at me to change. I’m here to kidnap her and blackmail her father. There’s no dressing that fact up and sugar-coating it. It doesn’t matter what stupid urges I have toward her.
I have to bind her, gag her, and throw her in the back of my van. Speed is key. We won’t have long to escape Florida. I try desperately to push the fantasy of her bound and gagged naked on my bed out of my mind.
She glances at me and smiles. “Is it a long walk to your van?”
I shake my head, saying nothing. I can’t trust myself to speak yet.
My silence seems to worry her as she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and comes to a stop. “I’m not sure we should be doing this. I don’t normally go home with a man I don’t even—”
I pull her to me and kiss her hard, silencing her. The taste of vodka still lingers on her lips, but I’m surprised it doesn’t turn my stomach. The need to kiss her is worth enduring the taste.
She moans into my mouth, linking her arms behind my neck and leaning into me. She smells too damn good. The feminine scent of berries and vanilla is intoxicating. I want to hold her close and never let her go.
The kissing makes it more difficult. I’m so hard in my pants that it feels like I’m going to explode any minute.
Instead of fucking her, I’ve got to hurt her. The moment that sobering thought pulses through my mind. I pull away, clenching my jaw. “Come on,” I say, grabbing her hand and leading her toward my van.
Sure, she’s a beautiful woman, but I can’t let that get in the way of my mission. Andrei will never forgive me if I defy his orders.
She quickens her pace to keep up with my long, fast strides. “What’s the hurry?”
I meet her gaze and feel my balls tighten. “I need to get your somewhere private,” I groan, trying not to give the game away.
Her eyes flash with desire, and she licks her bottom lip. “What are you going to do with me?” Her voice turns flirty and teasing. She is going to be the death of me.
My van comes into view, and I grab the needle with anesthetic from my inside jacket pocket. Quickly, I remove it and pull Milana close to me with her back against my chest. She wriggles her ass, and it’s so wrong that I’m hard right now.
Carefully, I stab the needle into her vein and inject her with the drugs, before she can realize what is happening. She jolts and pulls away, ripping the needle from herself. Instantly, she wobbles on her feet. “What the—” Her eyes flicker shut, and she begins to fall.
I catch her limp body and quickly fling open the back door to my van. She is a dead weight as I lump her into the back of the van, getting inside and shutting the doors behind me. I can’t have anyone calling the cops on us—not here.
The restraints are welded in the back of the van. I’ve carried out more kidnaps than anyone of my brothers in the New York brotherhood. As a spy, I’m often given the job. It’s not something I enjoy doing, but it’s all part of my life in the bratva.
I fasten the leather bindings to her arms and legs. I grab a fabric gag and force it into her mouth, tying it around the back of her head.
It’s so fucked up that I’m still hard. If she were fully conscious and naked, I’d love to see her in this position for me, taking my cock through her plump lips and moaning.
I shake my head, trying to shake the fantasy out of my mind. When she wakes, I expect her to be noisy. The dose of anesthesia I’ve given her is enough to keep her under for two hours, but everyone reacts differently.
I can’t have any setbacks. I shut the door on the beauty unconscious and bound in the back of my van, resting my back against the door. When I offered to snatch her, I didn’t realize there were going to be any complications.
My untamable desire for her is going to be a problem. We’ve got a long drive to Chicago, and once I’m there, I’m supposed to take her to the safe house. I’ve got to guard her, which means we will be alone for God knows how long. That’s the instructions.
I open the driver’s side door and start the engine. The quicker I get out of Miami, the better.
I’VE BEEN DRIVING for over four hours when I hear the first commotion in the back of the van. We’ve not yet made it out of Florida, and I’d hoped we would have before she woke. I’m about an hour from the state line into Georgia.
I’m banking on no one finding out about her roommate until it is too late. Hopefully, they’ll assume that Milana has snuck off with a guy for the night. After all, that’s what she intended to do with me.
My cock twitches at the thought. I wish this was different, and that I was a normal guy hitting on a normal girl in a club. Instead, I’ve kidnapped her. It’s weak to think that way. The bratva brotherhood is my life, and I’d
do anything for my brothers. They are my family. We live and die by a code.
This girl is nothing to me, and it will stay that way. I may want to fuck her, but I won’t. Sure, lesser men in my brotherhood would give in to temptation, and they wouldn’t care if she wanted it or not. I hate those men. They may be my brothers, but I don’t regard them as such. They are the lowest of the low. Some of our brotherhood members are rapists, murderers,
and worse.
Some of them use this world to satisfy their sick cravings, while others have had no choice. I’ve done terrible things, none of which I’d ever excuse. The one thing I’ve never done is force a woman into bed. It is such a repulsive act to me.
The noise only increases, and muffled whines start to filter through to the front of the van. It seems like my gag is less effective than I’d hoped.
Fuck’s sake.
Why couldn’t she keep quiet?
I swerve off the road down a small dirt track, heading out of sight of the main road. I need to make Milana realize the danger of her situation. My jaw clenches as I pull over and stop the van. I know what I have to do. I need to teach her a lesson. She’s not in control here, I am.
I get out of the van and trudge to the back, flinging open the door. The rage pulsing through me dissipates the moment I set eyes on her again. Her emerald eyes widen with fear. I have to hurt her. I have to make her fear me, but I want her to look at me the way she did in that club again. That boat has long sailed.
“Shut the fuck up,” I growl.
She whimpers and attempts to back away, despite the restraints.
I avert her gaze and step inside the back of the van. The only way to keep any semblance of control over my urges is to make sure I don’t make eye contact with her. I grab the restraints and pull them from the van wall, yanking her forward.
I fail miserably at not meeting her gaze as she peers up at me questioningly. I fumble with her gag, releasing it from her mouth.
“Milana, don’t make me hurt you,” I say, shaking my head. “If you obey me, you can sit upfront.”
Her eyes widen, and for a moment, she stares at me if she doesn’t believe me. Finally, she nods her head in response. It’s impossible to dull
down the fire raging inside of me as I look at her. I keep my eyes focused on anything but her.
She attempts to stand by herself, and that sets me on edge.
I slip my hand around her throat, gripping her tight enough to warn and forcing her eyes to mine. “If you disobey me once, you’ll wish you had stayed tied up in the back of this van.”
I let go of her throat and unlock the restraints around her wrists. Once they are off, I lift her to her feet. As if my hands are sticky with glue, I find it impossible to remove them from her. I hold her close to me, starring into those stunning eyes of hers.
She licks her bottom lip, drawing my eyes to them.
I’ve underestimated how hard this is going to be. My duty to my brotherhood has always come first, so why can’t I kill these feelings I have when I look at her?
I force her around, breaking the heated eye contact. I tie her hands together with rope, tight enough to hurt.
Usually, I have no sympathy for any of my prisoners, but Milana isn’t a typical prisoner. It breaks every damn rule having her sit upfront with me, but I don’t care.
I drag her forcefully out of the back of the van. I may be letting her sit upfront with me, but I can’t go too soft. She gasps as I force her into the passenger’s seat. I do her seatbelt up before slamming the door.
I’m at war with myself right now. I know what I’m doing is wrong. The dutiful and loyal part of me that knows Andrei would frown on my behavior. Bratva men don’t treat their prisoners this way.
Another part of me wants to fuck the bratva way. I want to claim this girl as my own and never return her. Even though I don’t have the fucking authority to claim her now since Andrei owns her. The man who ordered her capture and who commands me in life as my pakhan.
I feel rage rise inside of me at the mere thought.
Milana is mine. I won’t let anyone tell me otherwise.