Page 36 of The Bratva's Secret Twins

I observed that he wasn’t in his coat, just his suit pants and the white undershirt. I had to admit, he looked hot and ravishing. He looked like a man who could handle a woman the way that she wanted to be handled.

And just like that, I started to feel that tension, the sexual tension. My body wanted him, and my heart was racing.

He cast his gaze on me with a smirk lining the corners of his lips. “Have you given up already?”

I swallowed with a subtle nod, that innocent expression etched on my face.

“It’s not my choice,” I replied. “You win. There’s nowhere else for me to go. So, I’ve accepted my fate with you.” It took everything in me to say those words. “I’m yours, and I’ll do whatever you say.”

He smoothed his hair back and said with a low but commanding tone, “Very well. Strip.”

I got up and did as he wanted, moving slowly without taking my eyes off him. I began with my bra, and I couldn’t deny the fact that I loved the change in expression when he saw my breasts. He loved them; the look in his eyes told me that much. Slowly shifting my hip sideways, I pulled my underpants down to my knees; from there, they fell freely, pooling at my feet.

He watched me as I stood by the bed, completely naked, and my only consolation was the fact that he loved my body. The way he sized me up was both concerning and satisfying at the same time. With that look, I knew he couldn't resist me and would definitely want to have me.

I wasn’t entirely ready to get fucked yet, but I didn’t think that I would be able to stop him if he wanted to have me. Not because of my plan to do whatever it took to please him but because I wanted him, as well.

Damn! Standing naked before him was already making me wet. I shouldn’t have been feeling this way toward this criminal, but I couldn’t help myself. I was pissed at myself for wanting him, but I had no control over my emotions. I was embarrassed, suddenly shy, and tried to look away from him.

“Look at me,” he instructed me.

I did so as he got to his feet, fixing his eyes on mine.

I swallowed, so nervous, and my body was tensing, yearning for him, desperate to feel his touch, but he was taking his time to approach me. The suspense was killing me, but my short breaths were playing a part in calming me down.

He paused before me, so close that I could smell that familiar cologne, and as he bent over, I could feel his breath on my skin.

“You are mine,” he whispered into my ear.

My body shuddered at those words, which filled me with two conflicting emotions: fear and sexual arousal.

He touched my face with the back of his fingers, caressing my skin. His touch was gradually breaking my defenses, making me very vulnerable.

I jerked my eyes up and looked into that brown pair of his as they pierced my soul.

He pulled me to himself, his hand wrapped around my waist. His thumb ran along my lips, feeling as they trembled at his touch.

A slight moan that I had not planned abruptly escaped me the moment his fingers traveled up my thigh.

“You like that, don’t you?” He smirked.

I was quiet—not a gesture of disrespect but a sign that I was truly enjoying the feeling of his hands between my legs.

“When I ask a question, you answer me,” he said softly but authoritatively.

“Yes,” I replied with a moan as his hand settled on my pussy.

“You naughty little girl.” He said, gliding his finger over my wetness. “You want me, don’t you?”

I was so carried away by the sweet sensation coursing through my body that I almost forgot his instruction about always replying whenever he asked a question.

“Yes,” I answered with another moan.

He pulled my hair backward, a little rough, but I liked it. Daniil watched me briefly, and I could see in his eyes that he could no longer hold himself back. My body was already anticipating his touch, and my breathing was heavier than before.

This was it: the moment that I would lose my virginity. It was about time. I’d always wanted to lose it, and recently, I’d been imagining losing it to him. Besides, this was going to be to my benefit eventually.

His lips locked with mine in a fervent kiss, leaving me breathless and wanting more.

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