Page 54 of Arranged Bratva Virgin

Who is that man talking to her, and why the fuck does he have his hand on her waist?

She laughs at whatever he is saying and leans away from him, but he leans closer to her.

Too fucking close.

Not a fucking chance am I going to let some slimeball gets hands-on with my beautiful wife right in front of me.

I march over there, hell-bent on tearing him apart.

I grab his arm and yank him away from her so hard that he almost loses his balance.

“What the fuck is going on here?” I snarl, standing over him.

“What—what—" he stammers, looking shocked to the core.

“Did you have your hands on my wife?”

“No, man, I-I—"

Darya grabs my arm and pulls me hard to get my attention. “Can I speak with you in private?” she asks, sounding very annoyed.

I glance between her and the stranger, some family friend I have never met before.

“Sure,” I grunt, shooting the man one last look warning-filled look.

She leads me off in a hurry to one of the back rooms where no one can hear us talking.

“What are you doing?” she asks angrily. “You can’t treat people like that.”

“What was he doing?” I demand to know.

“Stef, you looked like you wanted to actually kill the guy. What is going on?”

“He had his hands on you, Darya. Who the fuck is he to be touching my wife?”

“It wasn’t like that at all.” She sighs.

“It certainly looked like that,” I snap, feeling heated and possessive of her in every way. She is mine, and I will not have someone flirting with her as though they stand a chance.

“Stef, hey, look at me. What is going on, really?” I look into her beautiful blue eyes and feel myself softening slightly.

I shake my head bitterly. Everything is going so well with her, I don’t want to mess it up now.

“I just can’t stand the sight of some other guy having his hands on you. I get worked up. No one else is allowed to touch you, Darya.”

She giggles, playful and cute. “Stef, I am your wife. No one else stands a chance with me, okay?”

“No one?”

“Not a soul in the world,” she says, stepping closer to me. “I belong to you.”

Her words run through me like wildfire.

“You do belong to me, baby girl,” I reply as I pull her up against me and feel her tight little body on mine.

She giggles again as I press my mouth over hers and step into her so that she is forced against the wall.

I lift her in my arms as our kisses gets more heated and run my hands along her legs, dragging her dress up over her thighs. She moans against my lips as I press my cock against her.

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