Page 15 of The Bratva's Secret Twins

Get it together, girl! You're embarrassing yourself!

My voice of reason was screaming at me.

He noticed my discomfort and stepped away, settling into a sofa.

How relieving.

“Show me your finest suits,” he said, crossing his legs as he balanced on the sofa like a boss.

He must have been a suit lover, given that both times I’d seen him before today, he’d been in suits.

I walked away and returned with a couple—ten of them, to be exact. It was the serious-faced guy who accepted them from me, displaying each for Daniil to see.

He didn’t seem interested in the clothing, as his eyes were fixed on me the whole time, but as he glanced at a few, the subtle quirk of his brows made it evident that he didn’t like them.

Daniil returned his gaze to me.

“Are you picking one already or what?” I asked, tired of being pinned beneath his stare.

“Unfortunately, none of these suits are as interesting as you,” he declared, completely unruffled.

I couldn’t hide my blush, but I kept my face straight.

“Maybe you should return when the new collection launches,” I said, managing to squeeze out a smile.

This was a subtle way of asking him to leave because I knew the longer he stayed around me, the higher his chances of getting under my skin…or worse.

Slowly, he rose to his feet and approached me, towering over me despite my considerable height.

I swallowed and took a few hesitant steps backward, my eyes lifting to his.

Daniil came close to me, so close, and by this time, my behind had already met the counter, and there was nowhere else to go. He gently pushed my hair behind my ear, and my heart thundered as I smelled his heavenly cologne. With the back of his hand, he ran his fingers over my cheek, and I could feel my insides burning.

I was nervous, and his touch was gradually breaking my defenses, leaving me vulnerable to his charms. My lips trembled when he brushed his thumb over them, still not taking his eyes off me.

Fuck!

I pressed my thighs together instinctively as I felt my pussy stir in response.

What the fuck was that? I’ve never reacted like that before.

He was teasing me, and I could tell that he loved the reaction my body was expressing. He was enjoying it.

I silently prayed for rescue, hoping someone or something—anything at all—would break the spell holding me captive. I tried to speak up, to set boundaries and reclaim my personal space, but my brain failed me; it completely shut down, leaving me at the mercy of this man’s mesmerizing gaze.

He drew closer, and my heart continued to race; it was so fast that he might hear it beating. I attempted to speak again, but my words were stuck in my throat. My voice was trapped, and my fucking lips refused to part.

He smirked, most likely enjoying the show unfolding before his eyes. He must really love the way I was struggling. What a demon!

I couldn’t stop my body from quivering when he rubbed the back of his palm over my cheek, his eyes never leaving mine. Once he was done toiling with me, he stepped away.

Oh, thank God!

I let out a subtle sigh, struggling to catch my breath.

“Do you get commissions on sales?” he suddenly asked.

“What?” My brain wasn’t fully functional just yet.

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