Page 67 of Arranged Bratva Virgin

“Stef—give me the keys.”

I hesitate, with a million thoughts, worries and fears running through my mind before I eventually hand her my car keys.

She throws me a look that says how rude. But she is grinning.

I climb into the car and sit uncomfortably in the passenger seat. I don’t think I can remember a time when I let any women drive me around before this.

She pulls out into the road, getting used to the breaks and where the car takes. My shoulders are so tense, I feel rigid in my seat, and I can’t help but grip the door handle to the point my knuckles turn white. She glances over at me and laughs loudly.

“Will you calm down? I have been driving for years.”

“Mmhmm.” I breathe, trying to calm myself down.

But within fifteen minutes, I can see she actually handles herself really well behind the wheel. In fact, I might even say I am impressed, as she drives better than some of the drivers I have hired in the past.

I am visibly more relaxed when she glances over at me again.

“Don’t look so shocked. Remember, I grew up with brothers—all of them taught me how to drive.”

I nod, laughing now, too. “I should have known. So where are you taking me?”

“I think it’s my turn to keep secrets until we get there.”

I don’t have to wait too long before I find out.

First Darya stops at the drive through and orders us each a burger and fries. She chooses the mint milkshake and I opt for a chocolate one. Then she heads way up the side of the mountain and finds the most beautiful lookout point, so that we can eat dinner and watch the sunset from the best viewpoint in the city.

I thought she was going to take me to some overpriced, overrated restaurant, but this—this is the best thing she could have done for me.

I scoot closer to her on the bench where we are sitting, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her against me.

“I think I had the perfect birthday,” I say, staring into her eyes, wondering what else I am going to learn about her beautiful soul as I get to know her.

“You think?” she tilts her head and smiles mischievously.

“Yes, I think I did.” I laugh.

“Well, I was thinking that there is no one around here, and maybe there is one more thing we should do before we head home?”

She turns herself and climbs into my lap, pulling her dress over her hips.

“How can I ever say no to you?” I growl, pulling her hips forward and pressing my cock against her.

“I’m your wife. I think you would be breaking the unwritten code of being a husband if you were to say no to me,” she whispers.

“Well, I wouldn’t want to be in trouble, so I guess I have to do what you say then.”

I press my lips against hers while her hands roam around my body.

She pulls my pants open, raising her hips, and then lowers herself back down with my cock gliding into her.

A low rumbling sound escapes my throat as I tilt my head back, feeling her pussy lock over me.

I love her spontaneous nature, and this naughty side of hers.

I haven’t actually found anything I don’t like about her.

Chapter 22 - Darya

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