Hunted By The Bratva Beast: A Bratva Stalker/Captive Romance by Jagger Cole (books to read in your 20s .txt) 📕

“I can think of nothing I’ve ever liked more, actually,” he murmurs.

I can feel my heart racing faster, and a heat pooling between my thighs. I squeeze my legs together, gasping quietly as I feel the forbidden arousal ignite inside of me.

Kostya is a dangerous killer. He also might be completely unhinged, or maybe even playing me. But none of that is stopping the uncontrolled lust and desire that starts to surge inside of me, simply by talking to him. Simply from hearing his deep, masculine voice.

“You knew I was watching,” he purrs.

I blush, swallowing thickly. “I—”

“You put on a show for me.”

My blush throbs. Kostya makes a tsking sound with his teeth.

“That was dangerous.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m dangerous.”

I gasp as the throb of desire spikes in me.

“Do you mean to hurt me?”

“I am incapable of hurting you. Not ever,” he rasps.

“Did you like me showing off?”

Kostya growls thickly. “Careful, little one.”

“Of what?”

“You know of what,” he grunts.

“Because you want me.”

“You know that I want you.”

“Is that why you didn’t take me that night?”

“You shot me.”

I blush. “Before that,” I whisper. “You hesitated. You saw me and you hesitated.”

He says nothing.

“You didn’t answer my question,” I say thickly. I’m flirting with a danger I haven’t even begun to fully understand here. But I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop. Because even just talking to him has my body tingling everywhere. It has a desire surging inside of my core, aching for him.

“Nina—”

“Did you like watching me, Kostya?” I whisper.

“Yes,” he snarls.

I whimper quietly. But he hears it. His groan rumbles into the phone, making me even hotter.

“You’re wet for me, aren’t you?”

I moan, closing my eyes.

“Yes,” I admit.

He groans.

“Are you—”

“I am always hard for you, Nina.”

I sink into the bed, my pulse throbbing. My body writhes and aches for him. My thighs squeeze tightly, and my fingers trace the edge of the bed sheets, as if daring themselves to slip under.

“Touch your little pussy for me, Nina,” Kostya hisses.

I moan. “I—”

“Touch yourself for me,” he growls.

I don’t need to be told again. My hands push under the sheets, and I moan as they slide over my stomach. They slip beneath the waist of the hospital pants. When they slide wetly over my slick lips, I gasp into the phone.

“Feel how wet you are for me,” he growls. “Feel how much your little pussy wants me. How much it aches for my fingers. For my tongue…”

I moan.

“For my cock to push inside and fill you. To claim you, like no man has claimed you.”

I whimper as my fingers slip over my clit. I rub the little button faster, my hips rocking up from the bed as I moan for him.

“I know no man has had you,” he grunts.

I freeze, blushing deeply. “I—”

“Don’t pretend with me, little one,” Kostya growls. “I know everything about you.” He groans. “Touch your pussy for me, Nina. Make yourself—”

“I am,” I gasp into the phone. My eyes close, and my finger sinks into my slick heat. I moan and push my hips up, grinding my clit against my palm, pretending it’s him touching me.

I can hear Kostya groaning deeply through the phone. I know I should stop this. I should hang up and throw the phone away. I should stay as far away from “The Beast” as I can. But we’re too far down the rabbit hole to stop now. And I’m too lost in the fantasy of him as both guardian angel and devil trying to possess every part of me to let go now.

“Kostya…”

“Make your little pussy come for me, Nina,” he snarls. “Make that greedy pussy nice and soaking wet for me, and then let me hear you come.”

My breath catches, and my body stiffens. This is fucked up. This is so wrong. And this is so about to make me come harder than I’ve ever come before.

“Come for me, Nina,” he growls. “Come for me.”

My clit grinds into my palm. My fingers rub against my g-spot. And suddenly, I’m drowning in my climax.

“Kostya!”

I cry out his name, shamefully, as I start to come. My eyes squeeze shut, and my mouth falls open. My body clenches and undulates, and I moan as I grind my pussy against my hand. I twist in the bedsheets, slipping onto my side as another orgasm hits me hard. My body clenches tight into a ball, squeezing and trapping my hand between my legs. I turn my head to scream into my pillow as one last climax explodes deep inside.

The phone is trapped between my cheek and the pillow. I’m still moaning quietly into it as I come down from my high. Suddenly though, I start to blush furiously when I realize what I did.

“I…” I blush deeply. “I’ve never… I mean that’s not something I do often,” I blurt awkwardly.

“I know,” Kostya growls.

“Actually, I’ve never done that.”

He chuckles deeply, quietly. “I know that, Nina.”

My pulse thuds. My skin tingles all over, and I suck my lip between my teeth.

“Are you hunting me?” I blurt in a whisper. “I mean, are you still trying to take me?”

“Do you want me to hunt you? To chase you? Capture you?”

I tremble. “Maybe,” I whisper.

“Then yes, little one,” Kostya groans. “I am.”

10

Kostya

Moscow, Ten Years Ago:

Color fills her window. In a world of cold tones of grey, the construction paper butterflies are like sunlight piercing the clouds. I don’t know where she’s gotten the supplies to make them—maybe her school. I don’t know how the cruel piece of human trash she lives with hasn’t destroyed them yet, either. Perhaps she’s good at hiding them when they’re not up in the window.

It’s few and far between. But when they are up in her window, my entire week gets brighter. My whole month, maybe. This time, I sit by my own drab window smiling across the courtyard at hers. Today, I have a surprise for her.

She comes to the window. She sees me, and she smiles like she frequently does. She waves,