All Chapters of Kiss Me, Bravta King: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

LaraAnatoli.Not Nate.Somehow, the name suited him. It flowed through my mind as I looked at him, searching him for any other sign of a lie.He'd already lied so damn much. What his name was. His features. And who he was.No. That's on me.That night we met, we knew it was a fling. It was a hookup with a random stranger, but we'd done the basics. I told him that I was Lara Simmons, a twenty-three-year-old vet tech. He'd told me that he was Nate John, a thirty-seven-year-old who worked for his family's business.Maybe that was true. That those soldiers and thugs he'd stormed into that place with were all criminals in a family-oriented business.Right now, as I gazed into his light-blue eyes, so soft with genuine affection, those details ceased to matter. Those labels and descriptions fluttered away.In the aftermath of this hellish night, the worst experiences of my lifetime, I could only feel and see his face as he took me in like I was the world's rarest treasure.His hand was firm

AnatoliIf I ever needed proof that I was a world-class moron, I had it now.As soon as Lara came, milking my dick like no other woman on this earth could, remorse kicked in. I'd lost my willpower to deny myself. My need for her was too strong. Once I saw the desire shining in her eyes and I recognized the subtle lean she did to inch closer to me like she was drawn to wanting my touch, I didn't want to deny her what she wanted, either.It was horrible timing. She'd just been kidnapped, on the verge of being sold through the Cartel's network. Her life was in limbo, a captive with no control.She'd witnessed murders, and she saw the span of death that happened under my family's orders. It shocked her enough for her to remain quiet.All those traumas had to be weighing on her, but when she kissed me back with such forceful intensity, I took it as the cry for help that she might not have realized she was giving me.If she was overwhelmed by all that had happened and what she saw, I would

LaraAnatoli stayed away all night. He left me there not for an hour or so, but well into the middle of the night.Confused, hurt, and still so very afraid, I felt trapped and intimidated.I got up after crying for a while, debating whether this privacy and isolation could be too good to be true. After being captured and transported, it was difficult to assume I had any control of my life. I didn't. I knew I didn't just as I knew the panel on this door wouldn't magically spring open.But I refused to sit and be idle. I scanned the entire apartment, praying for a weapon. For a tool. A phone. Anything at all that would enable me to protect myself when anyone came upon me again.I doubted Anatoli would leave me in here to rot. Despite the clear, undeniable evidence that he was a brutal killer, he had yet to show me any intention of pain. He'd washed my leg. He'd fucked me just the way I'd instinctively needed him to. I didn't have the bandwidth to comprehend why he'd wanted to fill me wi

LaraAnatoli had stopped driving. I'd been so sucked into my mind and worrying that I had no clue how long he'd driven for, but I tried to pay attention now as he guided me out. His hand was firm in mine but not with a painful grip. I knew better than to try to run, and I followed him through another building, stepping on carpet instead of concrete and walking up steps that had handrails."You'll be safe here," he said.I huffed. "Like I'll take your word for that.""Why?"I shook my head, stumbling on a step and hating how quickly he caught me."Because you're a liar. Nothing but a liar. And a criminal. A thug."We walked on. "Believe what you want of me.""It's not a matter of believing. I saw. I heard. You told me you were another man. You—Why did you follow me at that club? You stalked me in that alley, didn't you?""Where you kissed me back? Yeah, that was me."I shook my head, aggravated. "Why? Why all the lies? Why all the duplicity and all this⁠—"He opened a door and gently p

LaraBeing tossed into a room and trapped behind locked doors was becoming my life. I didn't like it. Not one bit. However, I felt like I was living a life I never could have dreamed of in here.I didn't know where I was. I had no means to contact anyone, and Missy was the only person I would have reached out to. But I was as pampered as could be. All day, through the night, and into the next morning, I was treated well.An older woman entered the room to bring me water and food. A soldier-like, hard-looking guard came with her, and it dispelled any hope for escape. I ran out of breath asking them to explain something, anything, but both the kindly housekeeper and guard remained mute, ignoring my constant questions and begs for information. They didn't react to my demands to let me go, either, but I said it anyway, too determined to survive this chaos and confusion of being a captive woman.The longer Anatoli remained away—a lengthier amount of time than when he'd left me at the other