All Chapters of Kiss Me, Bravta King: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

MaximI lost her. For all of ten minutes, I had her in my custody. Now, I had no clue where she was.That stupid fucker got in the way. If it hadn't been for him, I would've had that sexy brunette gagged and tied in my hotel room by now.Wait. What? I grimaced at the filthy tone of my thoughts. Yes, Anastasia required restraint. She'd proven in those few short minutes how feisty she was, prepared to fight back and squirrel away. Once I found her and had her with me again, she would be tied to me until I brought her back. I couldn't trust her to listen to me.I'd told her. I directly explained that she would need to come with me, but no. She didn't listen. I hadn't left any room for misinterpretation, and I expected my orders to be followed."Where the hell did you go?" I muttered aloud as I jogged onto the street and pulled my phone from my pocket.I had to get right back on the hunt, and as I rubbed my hand over my face and merged in with the foot traffic clogging up the sidewalk on

AnastasiaMy arrival went as smoothly as possible. Mexico was hot, humid, and so different from the air in London that I paused for a few moments just to breathe. Relaxation wasn't possible. Not yet. I had to hide somewhere since I'd taken the impulsive leap to run this far.And therein lay my problem. All the hotels in the touristy center of this area were ungodly expensive. The rentals further out were more affordable but all booked up. Go figure I had to be here during the traditional spring break time. Hardly anything was available, and what was open was too costly to manage more than a couple of nights.Getting a car was my first plan of action, and once I did that, I regretted it. I had to use my passport. I used the credit card Zoe let me borrow. She was an angel not to push me about details, seeming to understand that I had to stay on the down low. I meant it. I would pay her back someday. Somehow. With money I had no clue how I'd obtain.And that dash of irony killed me. If I

MaximA streak of lightning blasted down, illuminating Anastasia's face. Water trickled over the apples of her cheeks. I stared right back down at her, mesmerized by the glittering brightness of her blue eyes. She narrowed them, scowling up at me as she turned to face me.Just like she had in London, she fought to get out of my hold.And also, just like she had in London, she prompted a deep and sudden hit of desire to trap the breath in my lungs.Fuck, she was gorgeous. Spitting mad and determined. But not mine to admire. I had to remember that part."You again," she seethed, tugging her arm away."Yes, me again. And I'm not letting you run anymore.""Who the fuck are you?" she demanded. "How the hell did you find me?"Rain fell faster, and as much as I wouldn't mind standing here arguing, watching the play of droplets coursing over her skin that I wanted to taste, there was no telling whether those locals would come back. I found her, twice now, and I wasn't taking chances of losing

Anastasia"Please, Maxim."He chuckled dryly. "As much as I love to hear you begging, sweetheart, you won't make me change my mind."Sweetheart. I got the hunch he said it to tease me. To ridicule me, maybe even belittle me with a reminder that he was older and stronger than me. He had to have at least ten years on me, but that age difference didn't bother me like the forty-plus years that stood between me and Mr. Avilov.I bit my lip, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of backing down or trying my luck with persuasion.While I was grateful for his protection so far, I couldn't let myself appreciate him too much. I couldn't if he was stuck in his decision to bring me home."Please understand. Look at it from my point of view.""That of a rebellious, stubborn woman who won't do as she's told?""I want my own life, Maxim. That isn't too much to ask."He grunted. "I'm not the one to ask.""My father refuses to stand up for me and break his promise to Mr. Avilov. I can't ask him.""

AnastasiaAs soon as I woke up, one thing registered.My nudity. I'd fallen asleep without anything on, and that wasn't the norm. Then again, nothing felt normal or ordinary anymore. How could it? Rushing across the world. Losing my virginity...I lay there on the bed without moving or opening my eyes. I came more aware, more alert, and with this increasing consciousness, I noticed the differences. The ache between my legs. The tingling sensation of phantom heat where Maxim had smacked my ass.I mentally cringed, instantly reminded of how good it felt, how wild it made me for more. How much it turned me on like the filthy slut he'd taunted me to be.I never understood how a woman would be considered slutty for ever talking back. Like that idiot in the bar assumed, a woman with backbone somehow meant she was playing hard to get.Stupid men.That generalization didn't apply to Maxim, though. It couldn't. I didn't know him. I'd just met him, technically, and under weird circumstances wit