Page 52 of Plus-Sized Bratva Prisoner

Yefim leans back in his chair, stretching his arm around my back. I become rigid and stiff, not sure what to do with myself because I’m very quickly losing control of my body, and all I want to do, all I can thinking of, is throwing myself at this man and kissing the living daylights out of him.

“Is everything alright? You’re biting your lip again.”

“I’m just going to—um—I’m going down to the ladies' quickly. I won’t be long.” I stand up quickly and practically run for the door, because if I turn around and look at him, at how freaking gorgeous he is, I am going to run straight back to him and swing my legs over his lap and—

Just go downstairs for a moment, take a breath. Take a moment. Pull yourself together.

Downstairs the staff is busy packing up for the day, and I feel like I’m in the way, so I head into the cellar. It’s cool and quiet.

I stand in the middle of the cave-like room and take a slow breath.

I’m already in too deep, I think to myself. No matter how much I try to convince myself otherwise, I have totally fallen for Yefim, and I’m going to have my heart broken at the end of this.

I bite my lip, overwhelmed, fighting tears.

“Tia?” His voice carries down the stairs and echoes in the room.

“Yefim? I—um—I just—" I don’t even know what to say.

“Something is wrong,” he says, hurrying down the stairs towards me. “I could see at the table that something was bothering you. Now you are hiding here in the wine cellar. Talk to me.”

His eyes are full of concern, but I also don’t miss the fact that they wander over my body for the hundredth time today.

Am I mistaken, or does he find my plus-size curves attractive?

Is that just wishful thinking?

I shake my head. “I just got overwhelmed. This place, the food, um…"You.

“There is no need for such a beautiful girl to feel overwhelmed by a beautiful place. You belong in places like this. You deserve to relax and watch gorgeous sunsets.” He gently touches my face, his eyes burning with need as they fall onto my lips.

He always looks at me as though I am everything he desires. That’s what I see in his expression, even now.

Fuck it.

I don’t care if this ends up breaking my heart.

I stand on my tiptoes and grab his face in my hands. I press my mouth against his and kiss him, deep and slow.

I let my tongue dance in his mouth, teasing him, teasing myself even more. His hands are roaming my full body with a sensual touch, brushing down my back, caressing each curve. He grabs my ass and squeezes, letting a low growl rumble from his chest.

“I love your body,” he whispers against my lips. “I love every curve, every inch of you.”

He lifts me off my feet, wrapping my legs around his waist as he carries me to the side of the wine cellar where they have couches set up around a glass table.

He drops me onto the couch, then kneels down in front of me.

Slowly, his hands drift up my legs, pulling my dress up, pushing my thighs apart. I gasp when his fingers dip inside my pussy.

Then he leans down and pushes his face between my thighs, his mouth locking over my clit as he gently sucks me, then plays his tongue up and down over my most sensitive skin.

My fingers are digging into the couch while he dips his inside me along with his tongue , causing sensations I have never felt before.

He keeps licking and dipping his tongue inside me until my legs start to shake.

Then he looks up at me, smiling, and says, “Not yet.”

Yefim stands and pulls his pants open, letting his monstrous cock free. I can’t tear my eyes off it.

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