Lahat ng Kabanata ng Kiss Me, Bravta King: Kabanata 181 - Kabanata 190

AnastasiaI stood, rushing to grab the clothes he must have found for me. They were folded, waiting at the foot of the bed. Now that he could be so cruel as to dismiss me—with words—I wanted the safety of clothing to hide me from his eyes again."No. You slept with me." I scowled at him as I pulled shorts on. "We had sex.""I was there. I do remember that part."I growled, hating his cocky, taunting tone. "You took my virginity."He nodded. "I did.""So I can't go to Lev now." I'd use whatever excuse I could."Bullshit. Your virginity wasn't a requirement for your marriage. Arranged marriages happen every day in our world. And virgins aren't always a necessity."Dammit. I wrestled to get the shirt on, annoyed at how tight this bra was.As he rolled his eyes, amused with my struggle, he came closer. "Want help?"I scowled and stepped away."The promise your father made with Lev was just that he would give him his first daughter. No other stipulations applied."I wasn't done. I refused

Maxim"Where are we going?" Anastasia asked, raising her voice to be heard over the wind. "I think we lost them.""I'll find somewhere to stop." I wasn't prepared to give up driving away yet. I wanted somewhere more populated. To hide among the crowds. Sometimes, being remote was a benefit, but other times, it was a hindrance. Staying near a populated area would be better. We needed food. I had to be near a decent reception range to call Zakh and also pay for another rental.Another hour later, likely when this dinky motorbike was about to run out of fuel, I steered down another street. We'd entered civilization. Taller buildings and some resorts lined the way we went, and once I located a public parking sign, I aimed to leave this ugly bike there. It could be dragged away with the keys in the ignition. The sooner someone else moved it, the faster Anastasia and I would have less connection to it or the men we'd taken it from.I parked the bike and held my hand out to Anastasia. With h

AnastasiaBefore he got too far in sucking on my nipples and sliding his hand under my waistband, his phone rang.I whined, pouting at the interruption. Desire controlled me. Heat filled me with impatience to reclaim the bliss that I knew I could find in his masterful touch."Dammit." He dropped his head to me, resting it on my chest. Eyes closed, he looked truly pained to be stopped. But he did. He cursed some more as he got up and stood next to the bed. "Stay." He dragged his hot stare up and down me. "Just like that."I swallowed and met his gaze. Nodding, I let him see that I was here for him. He could take what he wanted. I would give it all to him, and I wished he could understand that in the deepest way possible.I would choose to be his. Every time, I would decide to welcome him into my life.All he had to do was ask. If he wanted me to stay put for him, I would.He grabbed his phone and stalked off, adjusting his erection under his pants. "Zakh? Yeah, I'm here."That was all

AnastasiaThe second I heard the balcony doors shut, I opened my eyes.For several minutes, I'd felt the weight of Maxim's stare on me. That was what initially woke me up, but I wanted to appear as sleeping and free to bask in the warmth of his affection. He was a gentleman to let me sleep in. A considerate... friend. I was sure there were many other layers to this rugged man, but I was running out of time to peel them back and really discover him.His phone was missing from the nightstand, and that told me enough. He was out there, where I couldn't hear him, likely finalizing the plans to fly back to the States. Even though I felt so different about him, closer somehow, after staying up late and just being with him, talking for hours, and listening to him share about his family, nothing had changed between us.He'd been tasked with retrieving me.And I was still determined to avoid marriage to Mr. Avilov.Yesterday, when Maxim told me that he'd bring me back today, he meant it. Now t

AnastasiaMaxim didn't say much. He listened to the doctors when they came to check on me, and I was astounded by how fluent he was. The receptionist had spoken in English at the hotel, but here, I witnessed how experienced Maxim was at speaking in Spanish.There was so much I didn't know about him, and not for the first time, I wished I had all the time in the world to get to know him.He handled the process of getting me checked out, and when the lead doctor assessed me, still concerned about memory issues, he seemed suspicious. I went with the story that Maxim was my husband—the lie he started—and with his collaborative falsehoods, we convinced them that I suddenly, almost magically, no longer had memory issues.That just seeing my "husband" had snapped me out of the mental fog.I was discharged, and still, on the drive from the hospital, Maxim didn't say anything.He was mad. Aloof. Broody.The longer he remained quiet, the tenser I became. I was lucky to have been hit with no lin