Page 28 of Forced Bratva Bride

“Face me,” he says.

I turn back around, the bikini springing loose.

“Good girl,” he whispers.

What the fuck is he doing to me? This is insane. Why is this dark side of him driving me so wild?

I find myself getting dressed slower than I normally would, turning my body, arching my back, putting a show on for him as his hungry eyes wash over me.

When I am fully dressed, which feels a bit disappointing, he picks up both of the bikinis that I like and opens the door for me.

Outside, we walk past the shop assistant, and I feel my cheeks flushing pink. She grins conspiratorially at me. Maxim doesn’t even glance in her direction.

The housekeeper’s daughter, Shayla, is still browsing inside the shop.

She looks relieved but embarrassed to see us walking towards her.

Maxim hands her a set of car keys.

“Take yourself home. The car is parked on B84, on the lower level. When you get home, tell my driver I'll need to be collected after dinner. I'll send him a message when we are almost done, but he should just be ready.”

Shayla takes the keys from him. “You want me to drive your car?” she asks, shocked.

“You have a license, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir, but perhaps it'd better if you drove us home? I've never driven a car like this before.”

“I'm taking my wife to dinner. You'll be fine.”

He turns away from Shayla, letting her know that there will be no further discussion on the matter. He faces me, touching my cheek gently. “Was there anything else you wanted from this store?”

I glance at the soft, mint-colored kimono.

“No, um, just the swimwear.” But his eyes are already following to where my gaze went, and he walks over to the kimono. “This one?” he asks, picking it up.

I stare at him, not saying anything. He checks the size and nods, then carries it along with the swimwear to the counter. Along the way he sees a sunhat in the same pretty mint color and picks that up, too.

He pays for everything, and the lady places the items into a paper boutique bag.

“Are you hungry?” he asks.

“Yes, actually,” I say as we walk out of the shop. “You didn’t have to get all of those things for me.”

“Why not? I want to spoil you.”

I feel his hand on my lower back, resting there as warmth spreads over my skin.

I grin, enjoying this side of him. A side that seems to take control and demand respect. A side of him that is more dominant and tells me in no uncertain terms that he is attracted to me and interested in pursuing me, not just having me around as a decoration in his house.

We walk out of the mall onto the city streets. “I thought you were hungry?” I ask, wondering why we didn’t stop at one of the restaurants inside.

“I am, but I have a special place I want to take you. It isn’t far, just down the road.”

He wraps his arm around my waist, holding me against his body in a protective way, and I find myself leaning into his embrace.

Outside the restaurant, I hesitate. “Maxim, I'm not dressed properly for a place like this.”

“You look incredible.”

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