Page 85 of Forced By an Obsessive Bratva Stalker

My breath ceased when it hit me that he might have already sensed that I was hiding somewhere. That was why he hadn’t left the room yet. I hoped to God that I was wrong.

Then suddenly, he bent over, his red eyes meeting mine under the bed. “Gotcha!”

I screamed as he reached out and grabbed a handful of my hair. My hands slapped against his arms, but to no avail, as he dragged me out from under the bed.

“I could hear your shaky breaths, you fuckin’ bitch!” He laughed evilly. “I guess your husband didn’t teach you the act of stealth.”

I grabbed a pen lying carelessly on the floor, and with everything in me, I jabbed it into his arm when he reached to touch me again.

“Fuck!” He groaned in pain.

I sprang to my feet but didn’t get far when he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me back.

“Get over here!” he yelled.

I spun around in a split second and kicked him in the balls as hard as I could. He retaliated with a backhand slap that threw me onto the bed.

“Fuckin’ bitch! Argh!” He stumbled backward, hands on his groin. “You’re gonna pay for that!”

The slap had disoriented me, causing my vision to blur. Next thing I knew, he was already on top of me, choking me, his bloodshot eyes flashing with murderous intent.

I struggled and managed to rake my nails across his face, but he only winced at the pain before pinning my hands to the mattress.

“Let go of me!”

He leaned in and licked my face, lust dancing in his eyes. “Oh, I’m gonna enjoy this.”

I tipped my head and called out the first name that came to my mind. “Rodion!!!!!”

“He’s not coming to save you!” he barked. “You’re mine for the taking…”

The bastard was still talking when a powerful force yanked him off of me. I sat up immediately, and that’s when I saw him—Rodion. He moved like a beast in his fight against my attacker. It wasn’t really a fight because the other man didn’t even land a single punch.

I watched Rodion knock the man down with a powerful blow before mounting him. Rodion drilled several skull-crushing punches to the assailant’s face and didn’t stop even with all the blood on his fists.

“Nobody…touches…my…wife and lives!” Each pause came with an even more powerful blow.

Rodion kept hitting him until his body became limp. Lifeless. His victim’s blood was splashed all over his face as he beat the man to death with his bare hands.

I’d never seen anything like that before—never seen him in his true element when he was protecting what was his own. When he was pissed.

“Rodion,” I called softly, getting off the bed. “You can stop now; I think he’s dead.” I walked over to him and held his hand in the air.

Only then did he snap out of his rage and meet my gaze.

I dropped to my knees beside him. “It’s okay. I’m okay—I’m okay.”

He threw his arms around me, and I held on to him tightly.

“The baby.” He pulled away, just enough to glance at my belly, his voice laced with concern.

“The baby’s fine,” I assured him, placing a hand on his cheek.

“I never should’ve left you alone…”

“It’s not your fault,” I said, eyes boring into his. “You couldn’t have known.”

“I’m never leaving you again,” he promised.