Page 20 of Arranged Bratva Virgin

I still can’t believe he killed both of my parents just for some revenge plot against the Dubrovs. He murdered them in cold blood for his own sick ideas.

I had to get away from him. And everything that reminded me of him.

Moving to a new place doesn’t mean I am over it, but at least I don’t have to think about it constantly.

I sigh, watching Darya walk up the stairs ahead of me, towards the massive double doors of our home. I am also not over how fucking hot it was to be with her last night.

Now that we are home, I will savor the moment when I take her virginity from her. I will claim her properly, knowing that I am the first man to ever be with her.

When she walks into my home the security greets us, and the housekeeps line up to come and introduce themselves to her.

Each of them is polite and welcoming, as I instructed them to be. She is the queen of this house now, and they are to take care of any request she has.

While she is saying hello to everyone, I pull my head of security aside.

“I want you to keep a close eye on her. After what happened last night on the road, I don’t want to be taking any chances.”

“Yes, sir. The additional security team arrived an hour ago and have been debriefed. They are all in place, and the new CCTV security cameras are being installed this afternoon. We will be able to see every inch of ground around the mansion twenty-four seven.”

“Good,” I nod. “Make sure it is linked to my phone as well.”

“Yes, sir.”

I turn to my wife. “Darya, join me for brunch. You must be hungry.”

For a moment she hesitates, but then simply nods and follows me through to the dining room, where the chef has already prepared something for us.

She sits down at the table, and I sit next to her. She glares at me as though I should have sat in any other chair besides this one. I grin and enjoy her discomfort, shifting my seat even closer to her so that our legs are touching beneath the table. She glances up at the house staff and holds back whatever snarky comment I can see she wanted to shoot in my direction.

We sit together without speaking, quietly enjoying the salmon bagels with cream cheese, and afterwards we have another cup of coffee. I find it oddly comforting to sit in silence with her. There is nothing awkward about it, even though she is clearly upset with me about something.

When breakfast is finished, I run my hand over her thigh. “Let me give you a tour of your new home.”

She glares at me, her eyes widening at my touch. I ignore it and stand up, holding my hand out for her to take. She doesn’t. Instead she just stands and nods.

“I will follow you, lead the way,” she says calmly.

“Alright.” I tilt my head and scrunch my eyes, watching her expression for any tell-tale signs of what she is thinking or feeling. I can’t read her; she has a very good poker face.

I walk through the mansion, showing her each room of her new home. She maintains her quiet disinterest, but when we reach a certain bedroom—not mine—I can see her eyes light up just slightly. It is the room that overlooks the back garden and the pool area. There is a lot of natural light that flows in here, so the space is bright and welcoming.

I am torn between telling her she can have this one for herself and enforcing my previous demand that she share my room.

I had no idea she was a virgin when I insisted that she share my bed. Perhaps it is more considerate of me to be patient.

I sigh, closing my eyes and running my fingers through my hair.

“Do you want this room?” I mumble, struggling to hide the regret in my tone.

“You mean—as my own room, for just me?” It’s the first time today I have seen that sparkle in her eyes that I love so much.

“Yes, for you.” I practically have to force the words out of my mouth.

“Yes, I really love it. Thank you.”

I hate the fact that she won’t be sharing my bed, but I really enjoy that smile painted on her gorgeous lips.

I nod. “I’ll have them move your things into this room.”

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