Captured by A Sinner Read Online Michelle Heard

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Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
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He’d just be an ordinary guy I could fall in love with.

It would be as easy as breathing to love him. He’s shown me so much kindness during my stay here and has done everything possible to make me feel at home.

The times I fought back, he never lost his temper.

Not once did he abuse me.

But Viktor is far from ordinary. He’s a trained killer, a ruthless bratva boss, and my kidnapper.

Just two more days.

My chaotic thoughts and emotions chase me from the bed. Unable to stop myself, I walk to Viktor’s bedroom so I can smell his scent.

I open the door and glance over the dark furniture and bedspread. I step inside and brush my fingers along the wall as if I can steal some of the memories this room might hold.

Looking at the bed, I realize I’ve never seen Viktor asleep.

Does he look peaceful or ruthless when he’s lying in this bed?

Suddenly, I feel the air shift, and spinning around, I see Viktor watching me with an enraged look.

Shit.

We stare at each other, and three years' worth of emotions tense the air until my breaths speed up.

Only two more days.

But I don’t want to say goodbye.

I want to run into his arms and beg him to keep me forever.

I want to be free from my guilt to love him.

Viktor moves so fast that I don’t have any time to avoid him. His arms wrap around me, and his mouth slams into mine with so much force I whimper.

His tongue thrusts past my lips, and the way he loses control should scare me.

Maybe it does, but I don’t get a chance to examine it because Viktor kisses me with so much desperation and need, it clouds my mind.

All the emotions I’ve worked so hard to bottle up explode like fireworks through me. I lift my arms and wrap them around his neck.

When my tongue brushes against his, a growl rumbles deep from his chest, and the last of his control is obliterated.

My hands move to the sides of his neck, and I kiss him with every emotion he’s made me feel.

I lose his mouth as he peppers my jaw and neck with hot kisses. “Just give me these last two days. Please.”

I’m too weak to stand my ground, and instead of pushing Viktor away, I shove the memory of my family into the darkest corner of my heart. “Okay.”

His hands frame my face, and his eyes bore into mine. “You’ll be mine to do with what I want?”

God.

Anticipation and desire spin wildly in my stomach. “Yes.”

“Promise,” he demands.

“I promise.”

“I kept my word, Little Rose. I didn’t force myself on you for three years. You better not break your promise,” he orders.

He looks at me with so much relief I can taste it on my lips right before his mouth claims mine in a searing kiss.

Viktor’s hands grip my hips, then they feverishly explore my body as if he can’t touch me enough. His lips knead mine until they tingle, his teeth tugging and nipping with such experience, it makes me lightheaded.

My fingers tangle in the short strands of hair at his nape, my skin starting to buzz with the need for more while my heart pounds in my chest.

I’m so enamored with him that every touch and kiss from him pulls me into a world where my darkest fantasies beg to be released.

Drunk on passion, I want this ruthless man who lives by a code of violence to own me in every way.

“Viktor.” I have no idea what I’m begging for against his lips, I only know I need him to do more. To touch me harder. To kiss me until I can’t breathe. To make me feel things I’ve never felt before. “More,” whimper.

“Jesus Christ,” he grumbles, then I’m shoved onto the mattress. He grabs hold of my thighs and yanks me down until my butt is at the foot of the bed.

When he unbuttons my shorts and drags the zipper down, his knuckles brush against me. My abdomen tightens, and heat floods the valley between my legs.

Self-consciousness threatens to pop the bubble of lust I’m caught in as he drags my shorts and panties down my legs.

I’ve never been naked in front of a man, and as I try to close my legs, he shoves them open and lowers his head as he kneels on the floor.

My eyebrows fly up, and my mouth drops open when the velvety feel of his tongue laps at my most private part.

Oh. My. God.

The pleasure is instant and so intense, my hips buck off the bed. Viktor grabs hold of my sides and forces me down on the mattress as he starts to lick and bite at the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Oh, God.” The words rush from me, and my hands find his hair, my fingers gripping fistfuls. “Viktor,” I cry when the sensations threaten to overwhelm me.



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