All Chapters of Arranged To The Bravta King: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

MariaAfter meeting Natasha, I'm no longer gawked at by the other women, and I like it. Unfortunately, the room's nonstop chatter and the smell of fish are getting to me, so I walk over to the French doors leading into the massive yard. I gaze at the tantalizing woods in the yard, imagining the freedom they promise, but not daring to wander into them.Where would I go?A rock and a hard place are my only choices. So, I walk a fair distance over to a garden bench and sit down, ignoring the men with sunglasses and earpieces watching me.The grounds here are huge, and there are hints of roots and brambles all around, tracing a pattern that reminds me oddly of a maze.A man whispers something I cannot hear as I approach. I roll my eyes as I pass him and make sure he sees it. These people ignore me when I'm around, but the minute I leave, I'm watched. I pull my dress tightly around my legs and stare at the house, wondering where Mikhail is."Dance?" A deep voice interrupts my thoughts, and

MikhailI glance back at Maria, and her gaze is curious as she stumbles after me down the narrow flight of stairs. My own oversight led to the door being unlocked that other day, and I can hardly blame Maria’s curiosity for wanting to know what was in the room.After all, she was granted freedom to roam and explore the penthouse, and I set no boundaries.I didn’t expect her to wander down there. As much as I dislike the idea that she’s caught a glimpse of a piece of me that I keep hidden from the world, a part of me is secretly glad she’s seen it.I wasn’t ready to tell her the truth then. But I am now. I want her to see me for more than the wealthy criminal she thinks I am.Her eyes widen when we stand before the heavy door. Fear creeps into their hazel depths as she imagines one terrifying scenario after another.“Mikhail, please,” she begs. “I didn’t mean to snoop. I?—”I cut her off with a stare. “Do you trust me?”“I …” she stammers, but her denial dies in her throat as curiosity

MariaHis lips feel like a heady mixture of heat and firmness that I'll never forget. The warmth of his breath, mingling with mine, sends shivers down my spine, each caress of his tongue stoking my desire as I reach for him, gripping his shirt with both hands. My body reacts on instinct, fueled by a need that makes me tingle. I wrap my arms around his neck as we topple onto a nearby table.I pull Mikhail's hard body down on me and wiggle against him. I feel him harden against my thigh at the same time as a sharp twitch trembles between my legs. My thighs open as he places his hips between them, and I press hard against him. His eyes flutter shut as he moans deeply.We break apart. Panting and breathless, I search Mikhail's expression for answers. I've never felt this before, and I'm too nervous to say something, lest I break the intensity of this moment. I've never wanted someone so badly as now, someone I should never have.There's a hint of darkness lingering in his gaze, a reminder

MikhailI stumble into the penthouse and plow into a small pedestal, ignoring the hand blown vase that crashes to the floor. I step on the shards of red and blue glass in my path, breathing unevenly as I move forward. Blood stains my hands and the sleeves of my jacket. A reminder of the life I just took. A bitter taste fills my mouth, and I hate the world. The adrenaline isn't gone yet."Mikhail!" Maria sucks in her breath. "What happened to you?" She sits on the floor, a large glossy book open under her fingertips. She is motionless as she stares at me, taking in my wrecked and ruined appearance."Nothing," I snap, staggering down the hallway past her.But Maria won't listen. Instead, she follows, pestering me with questions."What happened?" she insists.Where's Dominika to take her away?"Maria, stop!" My hands shake with anger and she trips over her feet, coming to an abrupt stop. Her eyes are wide as she watches me round on her. I lean toward her and whisper, "Leave me alone."I

MikhailI walk across the floor of the warehouse, and the hollow sound of my footsteps reverberates throughout the space. The walls were torn down during a renovation that was started years ago but never finished. Gunsyn claimed the space and decided not to put them back up except for where he built a private office in a far corner.As I walk past, fresh recruits stand stiffly at attention, guarding boxes of forged invoices and receipts that could land all of us in jail. I don't like having dirt so concentrated in one place, but this arrangement is necessary.I make my way to the office, ignoring the dried blood on the floor and the sickly smell of vomit. As I approach the open metal door, the stink of cigars camouflages the rude smell. If Alexander bought the damn things, they're probably expensive.I hate it here. But it's necessary.My eyes adjust to the sunlight as I enter the small cube built of sheetrock and studs. The three brigadiers sit around a steel desk with key locks on e