Page 39 of Forced Bratva Hostage

And then…there was the sex.

My heart skipped for joy, and my smile broadened as images of our naked bodies colliding in the heat of passionflashed in my mind. There was a tingling sensation between my legs and a spark of electricity that jolted across my body.

This was never how I’d envisioned losing my virginity, but Afanasy showed me just how limited my imagination was.

He was a real man who knew exactly how to pleasure a woman. He knew the perfect positions to make love. He understood my emotional needs and never failed to meet them all. The way he played with my body always sent shivers down my spine.

The man knew exactly where to touch me and how to please me. Now, I couldn't get enough of him. I found myself always wanting him, craving him. He'd taken away my innocence, pulling me into this realm of overwhelming desire and sheer ecstasy.

The way he pleasured me had me attached to him in such a way that I found it rather scary. In his absence, I would touch myself sometimes, with his face displayed in my head, in an attempt to quench the hunger.

I would always wait impatiently for him to return home from work, anticipating what he'd do to me. With Afanasy, there was never a dull moment; he was always so spontaneous—trying out new stuff.

We'd made love in so many positions, but my personal favorite was when he would ram me from the back while pulling my hair. No wonder the other woman he banged in that position was screaming that day.

Shower sex was an experience that blew my mind—the feeling of our wet skin gliding over each other under the shower spray was something out of this world.

I bit my lower lip, my nipples tingling beneath my bra at the thought of hands on me, and now, it was as if I could feel his touch. What had he done to me?

I couldn't think straight. I was craving my husband, and it was as alarming as it was crazy.

How did he manage to wake up all my senses? He'd ignited a type of fire in me that I never thought I had, and now it seemed like that fire wouldn't go out anytime soon. I didn't want it to, anyway; I loved the feeling—the thrill, the burning desire.

But I was worried I'd get addicted, considering how things were going at this point. I’d tried to checkmate my feelings and my reaction to his touch; however, with every attempt, it felt more and more impossible to resist him.

I was starting to feel comfortable, relaxed, and maybe even…happy? Perhaps “happy” wouldn't be the correct word to describe my current situation, but it sure seemed close to it. Like, very close. Was it too soon to loosen up this much? Will he take me seriously, knowing that I would always melt at his touch?

This whole sex and marriage thing was new to me—I had no idea how it worked and had no experience with sex whatsoever, so, in essence, I had no clue what I was doing.

Sure, I'd read countless stories of situations like this, but nothing could have prepared me for the surreal reality of living it myself.

I needed to talk to someone. I had a lot of questions, but who would I ask?

On one hand, I thought I had a good thing going on, but on the other, I was worried that it seemed too good to be true. With good reason. Wasn't it possible that I was being carried away by this newborn intoxicating passion that I was unable to see the bigger picture?

What if my emotions were clouding my judgment?

Afanasy had made me feel like a woman; he'd made a woman out of me, in fact. He was my first and had made theexperience quite memorable for me. He toiled with my body in ways that I could've never dreamed of.

His hands, his tongue, and his huge cock always awakened the lioness in me, taking me places in the realm of passion. What if all of this was just a phase? What if he got tired of me after the flame died? Then what?

Was all of this analysis necessary, or was I just being paranoid?

He'd treated me better than any man ever had, and that was the problem. I wasn't used to men being so gentle and kind to me, much less a man like Afanasy—a ruthless Bratva boss. It just didn't add up.

He was the type of man who could get whatever and whoever he wanted, whenever he wanted. He was that powerful. Was being attached to such a man a good idea?

Things between Afanasy and I seemed great at the moment. No arguments there. But what about later? Would things still be as great?

I knew his lifestyle: violence, women, and everything bad in between. Whether I could live with that or not didn't matter—I didn't have a choice.

Afanasy was one of the most unpredictable individuals I'd ever met. So, maybe I'd dial it down on the brooding and just enjoy this feeling while it lasted. The man could change at any time, and it may or may not be in my favor.

The driver drove into the hospital and pulled over at the parking lot. “We're here, ma'am.” He jerked his head up, catching my eyes in the rearview mirror.

I drew a deep breath, and before I could think of stepping out, he exited the vehicle and walked over to help open the door for me.

My brows arched.