Page 36 of The Bratva's Forbidden Pregnancy

She had a radiant smile on her face, and her skin was simmering in the morning sun. Her eyes sparkled like diamonds, and her hair, despite being ruffled, cascaded beautifully down her back. In simple terms, Sienna was glowing.

I felt struck by the urge to yank her off her feet and fuck her so well. I really wanted to give in to this temptation because everything about her was calling out to me. It was like I was standing before a goddess who had me trapped by her charms. I was enchanted, struggling to break free from her spell, to tear my gaze off her enticing body.

“What’s wrong?” She stepped forward, her hand resting lovingly on my cheek.

Her voice was turning me on, and my body was pushing me to pull her close and fuck her here on the balcony, under the soft glow of the rising sun, where we could bask in the euphoria of her moans echoing across the horizon.

But Paul’s words still lingered on the fringes of my mind. I showed my weakness last night, but no more. Paul was right; Sienna shouldn’t be dragged into the darkness of my world.

It would hurt to let her go, but I had to.

I pulled her palm off my face and wore a blank expression so she wouldn’t read any emotion off me.

Her look of fear and confusion at my reaction broke my heart, but it was necessary. She had to learn to see me as the cold-hearted bastard everyone knew me to be. It was the only way to keep her at bay.

“The chauffeur will take you home.”

I walked away, leaving her on the balcony.

“Wait, is that it?” She followed me back in, her voice laced with disbelief.

I knew she was hurt; it was evident in her voice. “You’re just gonna send me home, like I’m some random chick you met at a nightclub?” she asked, pissed but composed, or at least trying to be composed.

“Go home, Sienna. I have work to do.” I headed to the bathroom.

She scoffed and muttered, “This is unbelievable.”

I ignored her and got into the shower. As the water washed over my body, I wished it could wash away this pain and guilt. I had successfully hurt both my best friend and the girl who’d captured my heart.

Way to go, Vlad.

I was willing to trade in my happiness for my friendship with Paul, and this was a hard thing to do, especially since I had to hurt Sienna in the process. The disappointment on her face would haunt me for a long time, but the pain I had caused her was something I would have to live with.

By the time I stepped out of the shower, she was already gone, but a piece of her still hovered in my room: her scent.

I lowered my head in dismay, thinking how swiftly things had taken a drastic turn. Just last night, we’d been having the time of our lives; now, we were back to being complete strangers.

I wanted her so badly, but Sienna was someone that, unfortunately, I couldn’t have.

Chapter 11 – Sienna

It had been a whole week already, and Vlad still hadn’t even tried to reach out to check on me at least. It was radio silent on his end, like I meant nothing to him. Things hadn’t ended well between us the last time we were together, which was ironic, considering how blissful everything started out.

Our connection was so strong, our conversations and interests so perfectly aligned that it never occurred to me—not even by the slightest of chances—that he would shatter my heart the way he did.

Now, I was sulking in bed, replaying the incidents in my head over and over again, trying to make sense of why he would treat me like that. Nothing reasonable came up. Was I missing something? What did I do to him?

I sniffled, holding back the tears that welled my swollen red eyes from lack of sleep and too much thinking. Pulling the sheets over my body, I tightened my grip around my pillow, which was literally the only shoulder I could lean on now.

I thought we’d had chemistry, like we had something good going on. Why the sudden change?

Vlad had fucked me so well that night at his place; he made me feel stuff I’d never felt before—fuck! He freaking made me cum!

I smiled at the thought of my body shivering in ecstasy while I expelled my juice. His touch was magical, and the effect on my body was a sweet sensation. He’d been a good lover who handled me like a real man and made me feel like a woman.

No one had ever fucked me the way that he did—none could match his skills and experience.

The smile on my face transformed into sadness as that glimpse of bliss was immediately overwhelmed by a shadow of despair. My heart was heavy and bleeding, and my head was aching from all that thinking.

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