Captured by the Bratva (Sharov Bratva #3)

Chapter Eleven - Violet

I close the door behind me, the sound of the lock clicking into place echoing in the stillness of my room. It’s been a few days since that harrowing night, and while the guards outside give me a sense of security, an undercurrent of unease still lingers.

The memory of Kirill’s intense gaze and the way he commanded the situation remains fresh in my mind, confusing my feelings further.

I flop down onto my bed and pick up my phone, dialing Sarah’s number. The familiar ring brings a sense of normalcy, and soon enough, her cheerful voice fills my ear.

“Hey, Vi! It’s been forever!” Sarah chirps, her energy infectious even through the phone.

“Hey, Sarah. Yeah, it feels like it,” I reply, managing a smile despite my inner turmoil.

“So, catch me up! What’s new with you?” she asks.

I hesitate, unsure of how much to reveal. “Not much. Just dealing with some family stuff.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry to hear about your dad,” she says sympathetically. “How are you holding up?”

“I could do with a distraction, to be honest.”

I can hear Sarah’s smile as she replies, “Well, distraction I can do. Let me tell you all about the latest situationship drama.”

I settle back against my pillows, grateful for the distraction. “Okay, spill. Who’s the lucky guy this time?”

Sarah launches into a detailed account of her latest romantic entanglement, her voice animated and full of life. As she talks, I find myself momentarily forgetting about the stress and fear that have been plaguing me.

“…and then he totally ghosted me for three days! Can you believe that?” Sarah exclaims, her indignation clear.

“Wow, what a jerk,” I say, shaking my head. “You deserve so much better.”

“Right? Anyway, enough about me. What about you? Are you seeing anyone?”

I pause, the question catching me off guard. “Uh, no. Not really.”

“Not really?” Sarah presses, a teasing note in her voice. “What about that guy from the party. Nick, wasn’t it? He was totally into you.”

I bite my lip, remembering Nick’s earnest attempts to get my attention. A few weeks ago, I might have been interested, but now… things feel different. “Yeah, Nick. He’s nice, but I’m not really interested anymore.”

“Oh, come on, Vi. He’s cute and totally into you. What changed?” Sarah asks, her curiosity piqued.

I sigh, trying to find the words. “I don’t know. I guess I just have a lot on my plate right now.”

Sarah is silent for a moment, then her tone turns sympathetic. “Is it because of your dad? I know things have been rough, but you said yourself distractions can be a good thing.”

“Yeah, that’s part of it,” I admit, grateful for her understanding.

“Well, if you ever want to talk about it, you know I’m here for you,” Sarah says gently.

“Thanks, Sarah. I appreciate it,” I reply, feeling a lump form in my throat. Her support means the world to me.

“Hey, how about we blow off some steam? There’s another party this weekend, and Nick will be there. It could be fun,” Sarah suggests brightly.

I shake my head, even though she can’t see me. “I think I’ll pass. I’ve got a lot to handle right now.”

“Are you sure? It could be just what you need,” Sarah persists.

“I’m sure,” I say firmly. “Thanks for thinking of me.”

“Anytime, Vi. Just remember to take care of yourself, okay?”

“I will. Thanks, Sarah,” I say, feeling a warm sense of gratitude.

“I still think you need to stay busy, you know? Get out there, get back to normal. You could always stop by for a bit, go home early?”

Even if I wanted to, there’s no way I could get past Kirill’s men. “Not this time,” I say softly.

“t’s going to be at Jamie’s place. You know how he always goes all out. There’s going to be a pool, a DJ, the works. You sure you don’t want to come? It could be fun.”

I smile at her persistence, even though I know I can’t go. “It does sound fun, but I think I’ll have to take a rain check. I just have so much going on right now.”

Sarah sighs dramatically. “Alright, but you’re missing out. Jamie’s parties are legendary. Nick… well, let’s just say he’ll be disappointed not to see you there.”

I laugh softly, appreciating her attempt to lighten my mood. “I’m sure he’ll manage.”

“Okay, but how about we grab lunch later this week? I miss our hangouts. Maybe Thursday?”

“Thursday sounds good,” I say, feeling a bit of relief at the thought of something normal. Maybe I can convince Kirill for an afternoon out. “Let’s do that.”

“Great! We can go to that new Italian place that just opened. I’ve been dying to try their pasta.”

“It’s a date,” I agree, genuinely looking forward to it.

Sarah hesitates, then adds, “I’m sorry if I’m being too talkative. I know you’ve got a lot on your plate.”

“No, it’s fine,” I assure her quickly. “Honestly, it’s nice to have a bit of normalcy. It’s been a rough few days.”

“I can imagine,” Sarah says sympathetically. “If you ever need to talk or just need a distraction, I’m here.”

“Thanks, Sarah. That means a lot,” I say, the sincerity in my voice reflecting my appreciation.

As we chat about her week and the party plans, I try to focus on the conversation, but I’m acutely aware of Kirill’s men watching the house. There’s one stationed downstairs, a silent sentinel in the shadows. I know they’re here for my protection, but their presence is a constant reminder of the danger that lurks outside.

I don’t say any of this to Sarah, not wanting to worry her or put her in danger. She’s my escape from this new reality, a connection to the life I used to know. I need that more than ever right now.

“So, what about you?” Sarah asks, tone lightening. “Any plans for the week, other than our lunch date?”

I pause, thinking about how to answer without revealing too much. “Just trying to take it one day at a time.”

“I hear you,” Sarah says gently. “You’ve been through a lot, and it’s important to take a break when you can.”

“I will,” I promise, touched by her concern.

We talk for a while longer, Sarah’s voice a soothing presence in the otherwise quiet house. She tells me more about her latest situationship, her plans for the weekend, and the gossip she’s heard about our old classmates. It’s comforting, a reminder that there’s still a world outside of the chaos my life has become.

Eventually, we say our goodbyes, and I hang up the phone, feeling a bit lighter. The sense of normalcy that Sarah brings is a precious gift, one that I cling to amidst the uncertainty.

Once Sarah and I bid farewell, I remain on my bed, the weight of the conversation lingering in the air. Despite the normalcy Sarah brings, my thoughts inevitably drift back to Kirill. His presence, his intense gaze, his unwavering confidence—all of it occupies my mind, pushing everything else to the periphery.

I can’t deny the attraction I feel towards him. It’s a pull that’s as confusing as it is powerful. There’s something about the way he commands a room, the way he takes control of every situation, that draws me in. I replay the moments we’ve shared in my mind, each one adding to the simmering desire I’ve tried to ignore.

I close my eyes, imagining his deep, authoritative voice. “You’re under my protection now, Malyshka,” he said, the words echoing in my mind. The way he calls me Malyshka sends a shiver down my spine. It’s possessive, protective, and it makes me feel something I can’t quite put into words.

My hand drifts down to my panties, fingers darting across my folds. I let my fingers trace the edge, my breath hitching as I imagine Kirill’s hands instead of my own. His touch would be firm, commanding, yet somehow gentle. I can almost feel the roughness of his calloused fingers, the way they would explore and claim every inch of me.

In my mind, I see him standing over me, his green eyes dark with desire. “You belong to me,” he would say, his voice a low growl. The thought sends a wave of arousal through me, and I let out a soft moan, my fingers dipping beneath the fabric.

I imagine him taking control, his strong hands guiding me, his mouth exploring my skin. He would know exactly what to do, how to make me unravel with just a touch. “Trust me, follow my rules,” he would whisper, his breath hot against my ear. The thought of surrendering to him, of letting him take the lead, is intoxicating.

My fingers move with more urgency now, my body responding to the fantasy playing out in my mind. I imagine his lips on mine, the way he would kiss me with a fierce hunger, claiming me as his. His hands would roam my body, igniting a fire wherever they touched. “You’re mine, Malyshka,” he would say, and I bite back a moan.

The sensations build, my body trembling with anticipation. I can almost hear his voice, feel his presence, as if he’s right there with me. “Let go,” he would command, and I would, surrendering to the pleasure, to him.

My breath quickens, my fingers moving faster, and I feel the tension coiling tighter within me. The fantasy of Kirill, his dominance, his unwavering control, push me closer to the edge. I imagine his voice, firm and soothing, guiding me through the waves of pleasure. “Come for me,” he would say, and I would, my body obeying his every command.

The release is intense, a wave of pleasure that crashes over me, leaving me breathless and trembling. I let out a soft cry, my body arching off the bed as I ride the waves of my orgasm. For a moment, all I can think about is Kirill, his voice, his touch, and the way he makes me feel.

As the sensations begin to fade, I collapse back onto the bed, my breath coming in ragged gasps. The room is quiet, the only sound the beating of my heart and the faint rustle of the sheets. I feel a mix of satisfaction and confusion, my mind struggling to process the intensity of my feelings for Kirill.

I know I shouldn’t feel this way about him. He’s dangerous, a man who lives in a world of violence and power. There’s something about him that I can’t resist, something that draws me in despite the danger.

As I lay there, my body still tingling from the aftershocks, I try to make sense of it all. Kirill is a mystery, a man who both terrifies and fascinates me. I don’t know what the future holds, but I can’t deny the lust I feel for him, the pull that keeps drawing me back.

Just as I’m starting to drift into a haze of relaxation, a sudden knock on the door startles me. My heart leaps into my throat, and I quickly sit up, pulling the covers around me.

“Miss Harrison, are you okay?” It’s one of the bodyguards, his voice muffled through the door.

Embarrassment floods through me. Had I been that loud? I clear my throat, trying to steady my voice. “Yes, I’m fine,” I call out, hoping he’ll leave it at that.

“Are you sure?” he persists. “Do you need me to come in?”

“No!” I say quickly, my cheeks burning. “I’m really fine. Just, um, had a bad dream. I’m okay now. Thank you.”

There’s a pause, then I hear him retreating back downstairs. I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding, my face still hot with embarrassment. The last thing I need is a bodyguard barging in right now.

I slide out of bed, my legs still a bit shaky, and head to the bathroom. I need to cool off, clear my head. The shower is a welcome relief, the cool water washing away the lingering heat from my skin. I stand under the spray, letting it soothe my frazzled nerves, my thoughts still a jumbled mess of emotions and desires.

As the water cascades over me, I try to push thoughts of Kirill aside, but it’s no use. His face, his voice, the way he looks at me—it’s all imprinted in my mind. I can’t escape it, no matter how hard I try.

After a few minutes, I turn off the shower and step out, wrapping a towel around myself. The bathroom is steamy, the mirror fogged over. I wipe a hand across it, catching a glimpse of my reflection. My eyes look a little wild, my cheeks still flushed. I shake my head at myself, a wry smile tugging at my lips.

“Get it together, Violet,” I mutter, grabbing some fresh underwear from the drawer. I slip them on and pull on a clean nightshirt, the cool fabric a comfort against my skin.

Back in my room, I climb into bed, feeling the exhaustion settle over me once more. The events of the night, the intensity of my feelings for Kirill, it all weighs heavily on me. But as I lay there, I know I need to rest, to regain my strength for whatever comes next.

I close my eyes, letting out a slow breath. The house is quiet now, the night wrapping around me like a blanket. I know the bodyguards are still there, watching, protecting. It’s a strange comfort, knowing they’re just outside.

As I start to drift off, thoughts of Kirill once again fill my mind. His voice, deep and commanding, his eyes, piercing and intense. I wonder what he’s doing right now, if he’s thinking about me too. The thought is both thrilling and terrifying.

Sleep finally claims me, my last conscious thought a whisper of his name— Kirill . The man who has turned my world upside down, who ignites a fire in me I can’t ignore. Whatever the future holds, I know one thing for certain—my life will never be the same.