Taken by the Bratva by Paige Warren (best short novels txt) 📗

pinned me to the bed, his weight pressing down. I kicked my feet and tried to knock him off, but he was too damn heavy.

“Stop!” He lowered his face closer to mine. “You deny you want me? I’ve been forcing you, is that it?”

I swallowed hard. My body wanted to beg him to touch me again, without all the anger, but my brain… it screamed he was like the others.

“I guess I’ll have to prove you wrong. I think it’s time I showed you my playroom.”

Oh, God. Oh, God. He really was like all the others. If he took me to that room, would it end the same way it always did? I screamed and clawed at him as he tossed me over his shoulder and carried me from the bedroom. I did everything I could to get away, but it was no use. A sob broke free and soon tears streaked my face.

Ivan kicked open a door and flicked on the lights. Hysteria welled inside me as I glanced around. Ivan dropped me to the floor and I fell to my knees. I tried to crawl from the room, but he grabbed my hair and hauled me away from the door, shutting and locking it.

“Nyet. You’re not leaving, kiska.”

“I’m s-s-sorry.” I sucked in a breath and cried harder. “Please don’t hurt me, Ivan. Please.”

He knelt, tipping my chin up. “I’ve done what I could to prove you have nothing to fear from me, Imogen. It’s never enough. I bought you clothes, books, showed you there can be pleasure with pain. You’ve had a dozen orgasms since you came here. And yet you still can’t admit you want me.”

I leaned into his touch and closed my eyes. “I’m scared, Ivan. So scared.”

“Tell me you want me, kiska. And mean it.”

I opened my mouth then snapped it shut. I couldn’t get the words to break free. He was right. I did want him. But it felt wrong, like I was betraying myself somehow by agreeing to be his, by wanting his touch. If he was a monster, and I craved him the way he claimed, what did it make me?

He sighed. “All right, kiska. We’ll have to do this the hard way.”

The fight had drained from me, and he lifted me easily. He placed me on some sort of padded thing, my knees kneeling on a bench and my body draped over the back. Ivan ran his hand down my spine before ripping my clothes from my body. He tossed the fabric aside and reached for my wrists, pulling them in front of me. I saw a ring in the floor and he cuffed my hands to it. I yanked but couldn’t free myself. Panic filled me again, but the more I struggled, the firmer he held me down. He managed to spread my thighs and lock them apart with a spreader bar.

“Ivan, I…” Black dots swam across my vision and it felt like I was going to hyperventilate.

I heard the rustle of his clothes then felt the warmth of his skin against me as he curled his body over mine, his chest to my back. He placed his lips near my ear. “Easy, kiska. It’s only me. I know those men hurt you. Broke you. But you weren’t put back together the right way. You tried to stitch yourself, but you only made a mess of yourself. I need to break you to heal you, kiska. It’s the only way.”

I braced myself. I didn’t know what he’d do. How badly would he hurt me? My heart raced and I struggled against the cuffs again.

I felt the sting of a leather paddle against my ass and yelped in surprise. There was a flash of pain, but it didn’t last long. Ivan smacked me again, and again. My ass burned and I bit back a whimper as he struck me again.

“Who do you belong to, kiska?”

“Y-you. I belong to you, Ivan.”

He whacked the paddle against me again, making me cry out when it hurt more than the other times.

“You need me, don’t you, liybimaya?”

I wanted to say the words, but I just couldn’t. Tears streaked my cheeks as I fought with myself over what I wanted and what I thought I should want.

He pressed his forehead to the center of my back. “Say it, Imogen. I need you to say it.”

“I c-can’t, Ivan. I can’t.” I sobbed harder and struggled against my bonds again. I heard him whisper something that sounded like forgive me and then everything went black.

When I woke, I found myself tied down on what felt like a bed. Something covered my eyes and there were plugs in my ears. He’d robbed me of all my senses. I hoped it was Ivan who’d done this, and that I hadn’t pushed him far enough he’d given up on me. Had he let someone else have me?

I felt callused fingertips run up my calf, along my inner thigh, then brush against my pussy. I yelped and tried to pull away, but I couldn’t. My restraints held me too tightly. I cried out, not knowing how loud or soft my voice came out as I pleaded for mercy. Rough hands gripped my hips and slid to cup my ass, holding me steady. A hot wet tongue flicked along my pussy lips and I screamed and struggled.

I didn’t want this! I only wanted…Ivan. I wanted Ivan.

“No! Stop, please! I…. I want Ivan. Get Ivan!”

Whoever had me placed a kiss on my pubic bone before stroking my body again. Horror filled me when I felt myself growing wet, my nipples tightened, and my body responded to whoever held me down.

“I need Ivan!” I screamed. Even if I couldn’t hear my voice, I felt the pain in my throat and knew I’d been louder than before.

Abruptly, the man pulled back. He removed the plugs from my ears and then the blindfold. I blinked rapidly, trying to adjust the suddenly bright room. My gaze found Ivan’s