Page 31 of The Bratva's Forbidden Pregnancy

There were a couple of armed men stationed at different sections of the house, but they didn’t scare me. I was with the boss.

The state-of-the-art interior design matched the opulence of the exterior, exuding wealth and power, though it wasn’t so over-the-top that it appeared ostentatious. Once in the doorway, we were greeted by a maid whom he addressed in Russian. With her bright smile and warm eyes, she seemed nice.

“Hello,” she said to me, her accent glaring in her tone.

“Hi,” I replied with a slight wave.

He said a few words in Russian, prompting her to nod before leaving.

“Come,” he said to me, grabbing my hand. “I have a mini gallery upstairs.”

He has a mini gallery. Wow.

I grinned, and he led me up the stairs to a large room filled with a variety of art pieces hanging on the walls—some also placed on shelves and others positioned on the marble floor.

“You weren’t kidding,” I gasped, looking around in awe. “I thought that I was an art enthusiast, but this….” A scoff escaped my lips. “This is on a whole new level.”

“You like?”

“Are you kidding me? I love it,” I replied, walking toward a portrait on the wall. “It’s beautiful.”

“So that’s where it is,” he said, joining me. “That’s Pissarro's ‘Red Roofs.’ I didn’t think it was here.”

His collection of pieces impressed me, and I spent the next few minutes feasting my eyes on their elegance. Each piece was unique in its own way, reflecting the emotions of the artists, and they enamored me.

“These are amazing, Vlad,” I said, shifting my gaze across the paintings.

“Thank you,” came his reply.

One step backward, and I tripped, losing my balance. My arms flailed in the air as I almost hit the ground. Luckily, he was fast enough to catch me.

His hand was wrapped around my waist, keeping me off the floor as he stared into my eyes.

It was so theatrical that it looked like a scene from a romantic movie.

I gulped, unable to take my eyes off him. The heat and tension that had been sparking between us were rising in full force. I could feel it. He was too close, and now, my heart was racing, and my pussy was beginning to tingle again; the sensation jolted across my system. His scent was turning me on, especially as I realized his gaze was traveling to my lips. He drew closer as if to kiss me, and my hormones were suddenly all over the place. I was longing to feel him, to taste him….

Vlad cleared his throat and helped me regain my balance. “I’m sorry. That was inappropriate.”

Our eyes locked in the heat of passion, and I could tell he wanted me just as much as I wanted him.

He was right, though. It was inappropriate. But did I give a damn? No, I didn’t. As a matter of fact, I wasn’t even thinking straight. I wanted him so badly.

He tore his gaze off me and attempted to step away when I reached out and pulled him to myself. He scanned my eyes, as though he was searching for something. Vlad obviously saw the desire burning there.

Shit. It’s about to go down, I thought.

The moment he held my neck with a gentle touch, my breath ceased, my body tensed, and my heart skipped a beat.

Are you sure about this, Sia? my voice of reason asked. If you do this, there’s no going back.

Shut up, she’s about to have a good time. Don’t ruin it for her, the other voice said.

Vlad and I stared deeply at each other, overwhelmed with a powerful, sexual hunger. Seconds later, as if in sync, we rushed at each other’s lips, kissing passionately.

Mom and Dad would raise hell if they found out, but I didn't care.

His hands were all over me, caressing my body and fondling my breasts. I could feel the heat, the warmth of our connection. The more he kissed and touched me, the more that fire inside me burned, threatening to consume us both.

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