Page 11 of Daddy Brigadier

Her lips curve into a smile, and her eyes are sharp and bright. She’s leaning against the wall, as if she’s been waiting for me to wake up. She’s cute in her little pink skirt and white shirt, looking as though she could be any of my friends’ daughters in their early twenties.

I try to speak, but my mouth is parched, and a cough escapes me. She steps closer, snatching a bottle of water from the table. Tilting my chin upward, she parts my lips with a fingertip, her long nail brushing against my tongue. The cool bottle meets my lips, and she pours the refreshing water in. I hesitate, but she is insistent, and the water rushes down my throat. I sputter,coughing, until my mouth feels alive again and words finally find their way out.

“You’ve got some balls,” I grit out of my teeth.

Who the fuck does she think she is, kidnapping a Brigadier?

“All you have to do, Brigadier, is tell me where Petrov is and I’ll let you go.”

She stays close, her chest almost brushing against me, the edge of her top barely holding back her curves. I imagine her nipples blush with the softest shade of youthful pink.

She catches my gaze, lingering on her chest, and gently lifts my chin with her finger, guiding my eyes to hers. The look she gives me is not one of fear, but of longing, as if she has already imagined what might happen between us. She bites her lower lip, and when I glance down, I can’t help noticing her nipples tightening beneath the thin fabric.

I wriggle my hands behind my back, eager to touch her, when the rope shifts. Her slender build and gentle hands could never restrain a Brigadier like me, so I give the rope another pull, and it loosens a bit more. I need a little more time before my hands close in, stealing her final breath.

“When Nikolai finds me, you’re dead,” I warn her. The Bratva’s top enforcer, the Colonel, will indeed torture her and leave her body a mangled mess.

It’s a shame, really, since I was drawn to her in ways I can’t quite explain. Maybe her stillness will haunt my dreams until another captivating soul crosses my path.

On second thought, I think I’ll jerk off imagining all the things I want to do with her and spray my cum all over her dead body.

She bends down, her thighs opening as she sits on my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck, her mouth close to mine. “It’s a risk I’m willing to take.”

“What did Petrov do to you, girl?”

Her gaze turns away, and instead of anger, I notice fear, pain, and a deep sense of disgust.

“Is your desire for revenge so intense that you would risk your life for it?”

“Yes!” she snarls. The air shifts, carrying a tension so palpable my breathing hardens. She shifts her eyes to something behind me and nods.

Suddenly, a hand wraps around my neck, and a body presses against me from behind, pulling my head backward. So caught up with the girl, I didn’t notice anyone else in the room.

A young woman is now standing behind me, around the same age as the girl. She covers my face with a cloth, and my breathing becomes shallow.

She pours water into my mouth, and I instantly gag, feeling as though I’m drowning. When the water finally stops, she releases her grip, and I lean forward, gasping for air.

The girl remains seated on my lap, and I rest my forehead against her chest, trying to catch my breath as I follow the sound of her heartbeat.

She lets out a sharp, mocking laugh as her fingers rake through my hair, her nails digging into my scalp. With a sudden jerk, she yanks my head back, and the torment begins again.

When the water hits me, panic sets in, tightening my chest. When they’re done drowning me, my head falls, chin dropping to my chest. Water pours down the front of my shirt as I fight to catch my breath. “What’s your name?” I manage to mutter as the pain in my chest intensifies.

“Does it matter?” she retorts, shifting her waist and falling back into my lap. The contact sends a thrill through me.

I also feel something else—the edge of my pill bottle pressing against my thigh.

“I just need to know what name to carve on your headstone.”

“Perhaps I’ll be the one burying you,” she scoffs, bringing her lips so close to mine that it looks as if she’s about to kiss me.

I let out a wild, booming laugh, my lips brushing against hers as I lean in closer.

“Even if you succeed, the Coalition will hunt you down and hang you. Everyone you care about will watch you swinging from a streetlight, your skin scorched and unrecognizable. Is that the memory you want to leave with them?”

Her lips find mine, soft and insistent. I yield, opening up to her as her tongue traces a slow, electric path. “If the Colonel finds me.”

She extends her hand, and the other girl hands her a metal rod. Suddenly, she presses it against my chest, and I shriek. The shock courses through my body, and though it lasts only a few seconds, it stretches into an agonizing eternity.