Page 26 of Auctioned to the Bratva

After a while, Sergei sat back up, holding me in his arms. “This calls for another shower,” he said as he stood with me in his arms and walked to the bathroom. He placed me down on the vanity as he turned and opened the water.

Once the temperature was right, he picked me up and placed me in the shower. He lathered me with soap. His hands slid over my body as he washed me. His touch was sensual and welcoming.

After we showered, he left for his room to dress. I sat on the bed for a bit thinking of all the pleasure I have experienced in this short time.

I tried to make sense of all the emotions bubbling through me while I got dressed. I knew he made me feel safe and cherished, and there seemed to be a deep connection between us. But was this what I wanted? Thinking about the events that have brought me here made me a bit uncomfortable.

Sergei stuck his head through the door as I was buttoning my top. “You want something to eat?” he asked grinning.

Pushing my thoughts aside, I smiled at him and walked to the door. “I sure do,” I replied as he took my hand.

We headed downstairs to the kitchen. He pulled out a chair for me to sit on at the small island in the middle of the room. I watched him as he headed over to the fridge and took out a variety of items.

After placing them down on the counter, he asked waving at the food before me, “Anything you don’t like?”

I studied the items before me. There was cheese, cold meat, biscuits, some fruit, cream, and some sauces. I shook my head as I replied, “Nope, I eat them all.”

Sergei seemed to light up at my answer and took out two plates and a salad bowl. He used a knife and breadboard to chop the fruit and placed them in the bowl before covering them with cream. Once this was done, he put two spoons into the bowl and set it aside.

He wiped the board and sliced the cheese and cold meats. These he placed onto the two plates with some biscuits. Once he was done, he took the seat opposite me, pushing one plate toward me.

“So,” Sergei said beaming at me. “Tell me more about yourself, Irina.”

Before I could start, he jumped up and walked back to the fridge. “Wait, I almost forget.” He added as he pulled out a bottle of wine and grabbed two glasses. He opened the bottle and poured wine into the two glasses before sitting back down.

“Now, we have everything.” He concluded staring at me.

“Well, what more is there to say? You know my story, and I am sure Roman, and the family filled in any gaps you might have had.” I said looking at the food on my plate.

“Not really,” he admitted, squeezing my hand softly.

Suddenly, I didn’t feel too hungry anymore. “There isn’t much more to add,” I said gloomily, picking at the food on the plate.

“I’m sorry,” Sergei responded as he reached out and squeezed my hand. “Things will normalize in time, just give it some time. Okay?” he added before taking a sip from his glass.

Sergei looked at me as he rose from his seat. He held out his glass toward me. “Let’s do this,” he said. “Let’s forget about the world out there and everything that has and is supposed to have happened.”

I smiled at him considering his words. “We can live in a world of our own?” I asked.

“Yes, we can. A world of our own.” He replied, grinning, holding out his glass again.

Lifting my glass, I met his in the middle, “A world of our own.” I said smiling. As we ate, we shared ideas about this world we were creating. It would be our own little bubble where the outside world could not touch us.

Once our plates were empty, Sergei rinsed them and placed them in the dishwasher. He came around to my side and lifted me into his arms.

“What about the salad?” I asked as he carried me out of the room and into the living area.

“I’ll go get it now,” he replied placing me down on the sofa by the fireplace. Sergei quickly made a fire and put on some music before he went back to collect the fruit salad. After having our dessert and some more wine, we headed back upstairs.

At the door to my room, we stopped. Sergei took me into his arms and just held me tight for the longest moment. I didn’t want to sleep alone, I wanted to be close to him, safely in his arms.

“Sergei,” I started looking up into his eyes.

Taking my chin into his hand, he leaned in and kissed me. “Yes, Irina.” He replied.

“Will you stay with me?” I asked wrapping my arms around his neck.

Without another word, Sergei picked me up and headed to his room. He placed me down and opened the covers so I could get in. I slipped out of the dress and got into his bed with only my underwear. I smiled up at him as he pulled the covers over me.

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