Page 40 of The Bratva's Secret Twins

When I got home, I pulled over by the fountain and got out of the car, heading inside, eager to set eyes on her.

I was greeted by the maid, Daria, who, after I asked about Vivian, told me that she was in the kitchen.

“Pochemu ty razreshil ey gotovit’ yedu samostoyatel’no?” I frowned, asking why she’d let her cook food by herself.

“Ya popytalsya ostnovit’ yeye, no ona ochen’ upryama,” she replied, saying that she’d tried to stop her, but Vivian was very stubborn.

She wasn’t wrong; the girl could be stubborn when she wanted to be.

I dismissed her and headed to the kitchen, where I saw Vivian in my oversized shirt, making herself something to eat. Leaning against the entrance, I watched her do her thing, wondering if she was naked under that shirt. We hadn’t done it in the kitchen yet, and I was more than willing to try that now.

Walking over to her, I wrapped my hands around her waist from the back. She’d jerked in shock at first until she realized it was me.

“No one dares to hold you like this aside from me,” I said to her with a wicked chuckle.

“Of course,” she replied. “My body is yours and yours alone.” Vivian moved her hip slowly, grinding over my erection.

I reached for her breasts and fondled them for a while, tuning her nipples and enjoying the way her body was reacting to my touch. However, this time, I felt like something was off.

She turned and faced me, and as I saw her pale eyes, I knew for sure that something wasn’t right.

“What is it?” I asked, both curious and concerned.

She sighed softly.

“I just…I just feel suffocated in here, doing nothing all day, every day. I feel like I’m dead on the inside, and I’m…I’m sad, Daniil.” She buried her face in her palms. “I want to feel some fresh air, you know…to feel alive again.”

I was quiet, watching her without a word. What she was insinuating didn’t go down well with me, and I thought we’d established the basis of this relationship. She was in no position to make demands like this, even though she did not directly make any demands at all.

“I know what you’re thinking: I’m not in a position to ask for favors like this, but please…I feel like a prisoner, a prisoner you fuck at will.” She pleaded with her eyes. “I simply want to feel alive again. That’s all.”

She had been a good girl lately and a bad girl when I wanted her to be…. She’d fucked me so well that she deserved this little favor. She’d earned it, anyway.

Maybe I needed to loosen up a little, especially now that she’d proven to be mine forever.

“Go change your clothes and meet me in ten minutes,” I declared.

Her face lit up like a thousand sapphires, and a genuine smile spread across her face as she embraced me tightly.

“Thank you.”

“Make no mistake,” I began, my voice calm yet intimidating. “If you try to run…I will kill you.”

She shifted her eyes across my face, looking at me blankly.

“Do you understand?”

“You don’t have to worry about me running away,” she replied, looking me dead in the eyes. “You’ve ruined me for someone else. I’m stuck with you now, and I’m okay with that.” Her tone was firm, and her words reassuring.

I studied her countenance for a moment to ensure she truly meant what she’d said. She seemed like she did. Vivian had grown past the stage of being my prisoner, and granting her this little request would be the beginning of her seeing me as something different from a heartless monster.

“It’s a good thing you understand the consequences of trying anything stupid.”

She smiled at me and kissed me fervently.

“How would you like to fuck me on the kitchen counter?” She stuck out her tongue and seductively licked my lips. “You could go through my holes in any position you like, fuck me as much as you want—tie me if you want,” she whispered the last statement into my ears. “I’ll let you do with me as you please, as I’ve always done.” Her hand grabbed my erection, and she slowly brushed over it.

I rolled my neck in a massaging motion, thinking about how good everything she’d said sounded.

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