Page 22 of Hunted Bride

Around 4 AM, when I’m sure no one will be awake to catch me leaving, I sneak out and drive up to Beverly Crest, let myself into the house, and find Milena asleep in bed. I strip naked and crawl in beside her, waking her up with my cock in her tight cunt. It’s almost sweet, the way she sighs and reaches for me. I hold her by the throat to keep her from turning around and seeing my face.

Now, back in my hotel room with only a couple of hours of sleep, I can’t stop replaying the feeling of her milking my cock as she comes.

If she does get pregnant, I’m going to have to find a way to come clean to our families without getting my dick cut off as punishment. It’s my favorite body part. I’d hate to lose it.

Or maybe I don’t. She could decide to keep it. Raise the baby alone.

No fucking way you’re letting that happen.

Kidnapping Milena was pure self-sabotage. I’ve crossed a bright-red line and now I can’t see a way to get back to safety. I’m fucking doomed. A dead man walking. The instant someone actually notices that she’s missing, I’m fucked.

My impending demise goes from theoretical to very fucking likely when Max informs me we’re relocating to a safe house.

Specifically, Alisa’s house.

That’s a problem.

“The Morozovs have offered to let us use Alisa’s home as a base until we can locate her,” says Max. “Checkout’s in ten minutes. Get packed.”

All of a sudden, I feel like I’ve swallowed a swarm of bees. Nervous and sick to my stomach. A litany of curse words in two languages carousel through my brain. Fuckity fuck. Pizdets.

There’s no way I can get there in time to get Milena out. No story I can concoct that isn’t going to invite a whole lot of unwelcome questions.

I figure I have two choices. Both of them are bad.

One, I can let my family blunder in and let Milena be discovered, pretend I had nothing to do with it, and watch her return to her old life. Maybe in a few weeks I can return to my old ways of watching her from the shadows. But then I’ll have to live with knowing the taste and feel of her while never being able to touch her again.

Option one means letting her go.

I can’t do that. I haven’t hunted my prey this long just to give up when I’ve finally claimed her.

Which means I’m going with risky option two. There’s a high chance that I’m going to get caught having stalked and kidnapped our business partner’s youngest daughter—and that’s before they find out I had unprotected sex with her, too. Any one of these would be a killing offense in the bratva.

All three?

Not only am I staring down a painful death, if I’m caught, my actions could ruin my entire family.

After sweating it for a good ten minutes when I’m supposed to be packing—a task that should take five minutes, tops, considering how little I brought with me—I step out onto the hotel room’s balcony and dial into the house’s internal PA system.

“Mouse, your enemies are coming after your sister.” Goddamn is it hard to maintain a sufficiently menacing voice when you’re scared shitless. Adrenaline pumps through me in cold waves. “I need you to go into the basement and hide. Now.”

My mind spins on the ride to Alisa’s house. This time, instead of me driving the nondescript sedan, we’re being ferried in bulletproof SUVs.

The temptation to pull up security cameras on my phone has me shifting anxiously in my seat. Not with my brother sitting beside me. Fortunately, Max is too consumed with his own thoughts to notice how keyed up I am.

Did she obey?

Milena has every reason to defy me.

Inside the house, there’s evidence of recent activity. Dirty dishes stacked neatly in the sink, waiting to be put into the dishwasher. My heartbeat makes an extra hard thump against my sternum at the sight. But nobody notices. Or, if they do, I guess they figure Alisa left them there. Nobody seems to put it together that Sierra, Nik’s new wife, was here cleaning the house when he kidnapped her. Things Max would normally notice immediately, but he’s distracted and laser focused on getting his missing bride back.

Staring around, I can’t believe my luck. Milena must have cleaned up the lamp I broke earlier. She’s nowhere to be seen. She did exactly what I told her to and scurried into hiding in the one place where I can still keep her hidden.

Maybe she kept out of sight because she couldn’t stand the idea of being found naked. I stole her dress and panties. All she had was the bra she was wearing and the bath robe. Alisa’s clothes won’t fit her at all.

I’ll wait until Max is brooding and snapping orders at someone else. Then I’ll sneak down to the basement and check on Milena.

We can continue playing our game after all. My cock thickens at the thought.