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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I move closer and gently cup her cheek. When she looks up at me, I say, “I can train you. With the right exercise, you can get stronger.”

There’s a flicker of hope in her soft brown eyes. “Really? You’d do that?”

I point to her cast. “Once that’s off.”

The corner of her mouth lifts. “Okay.”

I nudge her plate closer. “Eat.”

It’s quiet while we finish our food, and once we’re done, I place the plates in the dishwasher, then make sure everything is locked. Taking hold of Rosalie’s hand, I switch off all the lights and pull her up the stairs.

When we walk into the bedroom, I ask, “Do you want to bathe or shower?”

She looks down at the cast on her arm. “That’s going to be difficult.”

A wide grin spreads over my face. “Not if I help.”

She scowls at me. “You’re not bathing me.”

Taking a step closer to her, I wrap my fingers around the back of her neck and lean down until my mouth brushes against her ear. I feel a tremble ripple through her body, then drop my voice low as I say, “I’m bathing you, moya Malen'kaya Roza. I won’t take no for an answer.”

Her breaths speed up while her left hand grips hold of my shirt. “Okay.”

Pulling back, I wink at her. “I love it when you obey me.”

She narrows her eyes. “You play dirty, Mr. Vetrov.”

Chuckling, I shake my head. “So do you, moya Malen'kaya Roza.”

Rosalie tilts her head. “I like it when you call me ‘Little Rose’ in Russian.” A cute expression settles on her face. “Can you say something else?”

“Ya lyublyu tebya,” I tell Rosalie I love her for the first time.

“What does that mean?” she asks.

I shake my head, then give her a playful grin. “I’ll tell you another day.”

Her bottom lip pushes out as she pouts, and God, if it’s not the cutest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. “Don’t do that,” I demand.

“What?” She pouts again.

Pulling her to my chest, I grind my teeth from the effort it’s taking to not squash her against me.

Fuck, I love her so much, and I’m so goddamn thankful she’s back in my arms.

Willingly.

Chapter 30

Rosalie

It’s hard not to fidget while Viktor undresses me for the third time in the space of ten hours.

This time when he pulls my panties down, his palms brush all the way down my legs before coming back up to settle on my hips.

His fingers dig into my skin, and a growl rumbles from his chest. “This is the sweetest fucking torture.”

My gaze goes to the bathtub. “I can really do it myself.”

“Fuck no. I’m not missing out on the opportunity to bathe you.”

Viktor takes hold of my left hand. “Get in, moya Malen'kaya Roza.”

Holding onto him, I climb into the balmy water and sit down. Viktor rolls his shirt’s sleeves up to his elbows, exposing the veins snaking beneath his skin.

Why is that so damn attractive?

Viktor crouches next to the tub, and grabbing a loofah, he squirts body wash onto it. He starts to wash my back and shoulders while I focus on keeping the cast braced on the side of the tub so it won’t get wet.

It feels nice having his attention on me until the loofah slides down my abdomen to between my legs. My body immediately tenses, and I divert my gaze to the cast.

From the corner of my eye, I see Viktor tilting his head, his movements growing slower. “Why did you tense up?”

My mind races to think of an acceptable lie. My tongue darts out to wet my lips. “Ah… I’m just tired.”

I can feel his eyes burning on me. His hand with the loofah stills between my legs, then he orders, “Look at me.”

Destructive emotions spiral into my chest as I shake my head.

“Hey, talk to me,” his tone is too gentle for me to handle right now.

Not caring about my right arm, I climb to my feet and scramble out of the bath. Sharp pains shoot through my arm, and I bite my bottom lip to suppress the groan.

Grabbing a towel, I wrap it around me and leave a trail of wet footprints all the way to the walk-in closet.

“Rosalie,” Viktor snaps, his voice filled with brutality and tension. “What the fuck happened while you were with the Cosa Nostra?”

I do a poor job of drying my body, and when I try to step into my underwear, I fall to my side. Before my right arm can slam into a set of drawers, Viktor grabs hold of me, yanking me back onto my feet. He forces me to turn to him, then pins me with a stare that’s filled with rage.

“What the fuck happened?”

My voice is shaky as I say, “I already told you.”

The expression on his face darkens until he looks like death itself. “You’re lying to me.”



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