Hunted By The Bratva Beast: A Bratva Stalker/Captive Romance - Jagger Cole (the ebook reader .TXT) 📗

hot cum spill deep in me, filling me to the brim and then dripping down my thighs. He groans, fucking me over and over, until he’s made a sticky, lewd mess of me.

I’m panting, clawing at the wall, with my toes still curled against the floor. My body trembles and throbs from the thorough fucking he’s just given me.

“Well well well,” the huge man still deep inside of me growls into my ear. “What would your fiancé say about you moaning so sweetly while getting fucked like a bad girl?”

I grin. Slowly, I turn in his arms. I stand on my tip toes and kiss him deeply.

“I don’t know, shall we ask him?”

Kostya grins. “I say ‘hi, honey, how was your day?’”

“Fantastic, after that,” I giggle.

“You know what else I think?”

“What?”

“That I love you.”

I grin. “You think, huh?”

“Semantics. I love you, angel.”

I sink into him, kissing him deeply as his arms circle me. “I love you too.”

“You know what else I think?”

“Hmm?”

“I’m not even close to being done with you yet.”

“Good,” I whisper. “Because I’m all yours.”

“I know.”

He kisses me as I melt against him. His thick cock surges against me. I moan as his hands scoop me up as my legs circle him.

There was a time I knew only pain and fear. Now, the man of my dreams makes sure all I know is pleasure and love—as I do to him.

I used to dream of an escape. Now, I have it. And I’m never letting him go.

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Chapter 1

Fiona

This party sucks.

I fidget to myself, glancing around the crowd. It’s a lot more people than I’m used to seeing, which is having an effect on my nerves a little. There’s only maybe forty people here, but still. For me, with the walled, ivory tower life I lead?

Well, it’s a lot.

What’s worse is that the party is my party. Or at least, it’s being thrown for me by my father. And when Chicago District Attorney Thomas Murray says jump? Well, you jump. Or show up to his daughter’s graduation party, as the case may be.

But the premise and the invitations are wrong. This party isn’t really for me. I mean on the surface it is. But just like everything when it comes to my father, this all boils down to his own political agenda. Everything always has. Where I attended school. The friends I had. The boyfriends I wasn’t allowed to have. Smile for the press, Fiona. Make sure you’re on the debate team at school—the press will eat it up when they see you following in my footsteps.

Part of me wanted to fail, at anything, just to spite him. I dreamed of being the monkey wrench in his scheming and plotting. But I could never bring myself to do it. So instead, I did what he wanted me to do: succeed. And now here I am, twenty-two years old after graduating college now law school early as well. All the right grades. All the right degrees, from all the right schools. All the right friends, no boys.

“Why the fuck are you not drinking?”

I grin and turn. Well, not all the right friends.

Zoey would be the one exception to my dad’s strict rules on who I see or hang out with. I may have been home schooled because my father rarely allows me to even leave our uptown townhouse. He may have pulled serious political strings to get college and law school to let me take classes remotely. I might have had my extracurricular activities and my friends hand-picked to make his political career look the best it could. But somehow, Zoey Stone slipped through the cracks.

It’s not like she’s completely bad news or anything. On the surface, she’s even exactly who my father would want me to hang out with—from the right family, has the money, goes to the right schools, and all of that crap. But she also has the freedom I don’t, complete with the ability to make bad choices, date glamorous older men, and party when she wants to. She’s almost certainly a bad influence. But sometimes, you need a little bad influencing.

It should make zero sense that my father would allow me to even live in the same zip code as her. But Zoey’s mom and mine were best friends. Cancer took them both around the same time, almost ten years ago. I guess even “image is everything” Thomas Murray wasn’t stone-cold enough to block me from hanging out with Zoey here and there after that.

“Oh my God, I’m so glad you’re here.”

Zoey grins and hugs me close. “And miss this debacle? Of course I’m here.”

“And of course, to support your dear friend Fiona while she’s made to play a pawn in a game she hates?”

Zoey grins. “That too. So…” she turns to glance over the huge crowd of guests. “How many of these people do you actually know?”

“Like, four of them.”

“Not including me?”

“Three.”

She laughs and turns to snag two Champagne flutes off a passing tray. “Here. Cheers, and congratulations!” She clinks her glass to mine. “And I’m really proud of you, you know.”

I grin, allowing