Page 78 of Plus-Sized Bratva Prisoner

He helps me put them on. They feel tight on my face and pull my lip up. I laugh at myself and the glass fogs.

“Breathe through your mouth, it’ll stop the fogging.”

I nod.

“Ready?”

“Ready,” I agree.

He takes my hand, and with a deep breath, he dives beneath the surface, pulling me with him, into an entirely different world filled with colorful fish, bright ocean plants, corals and snails.

It’s gorgeous. It's better than any of the photographs I’ve ever seen.

I can’t get enough of it.

Whenever we go up for air, Yefim immediately pulls me protectively into his arms so that I can rest without treading water.

We dive for over an hour, until I’m shivering and have to get out.

As soon as we are back on the yacht, dripping went and smiling from ear to ear, one of the crew hands me a towel and a drink.

“It’ll warm you up,” she smiles, then hands the next person the same.

Yefim pulls me into his arms, rubbing my arms to get the blood flowing. “Come shower with me, then we’ll come up for dinner and enjoy the sunset."

I feel really naughty in the shower when Yefim lifts me into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist, and slides his cock inside me.

I keep thinking someone will hear, but he just laughs and fucks me harder.

It’s quick, intense, and beautiful—and it makes me fall in love with him even more.

We laugh, tease each other, enjoy each other—and in two days I have to walk away from it all.

Honestly, I don’t know how I am going to last two more days with the heaviness that is drawing against my heart.

If we weren’t on this vacation together, I might sneak away in the middle of the night without a word, too scared to face the pain it is going to cause me to look him in the eye and hear him says ‘please sign this’ as he hands me divorce papers.

After dinner, Yefim and I move away from the rest and lean against the boat railing, his arms always tight around me, his chin resting on top of my head as we watch the very last pale light fade from the sky as the boat heads back to the harbor.

“I loved every minute of today,” Yefim says, his hand resting on my skin, the warmth burning beneath it.

“Me too,” I admit, almost reluctantly, my heart full of fear.

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Back at the beach villa, I realize I can’t keep pretending everything is okay.

And even though it is the last thing I want to do, I start slowly creating distance between Yefim and myself. Every time he touches me, I sort of pull away. It breaks my heart, deep cracks forming in my soul, but I have to do it.

I know he can see what’s happening, but in all honestly, I don’t think it matters to him that much.

Our deal is almost over, and once I’m gone, I’m sure he can easily find someone to replace me.

Chapter 24 - Yefim

We’ve been home for a few days now, and Tia has been keeping herself at a distance from me. It started while we were still at the villa with my family. The last day she seemed to be happy was on the yacht. After that, things started to change, and at first, I thought I was imagining it—but now, it’s too obvious to deny.

I have been trying to move closer to her, and nothing seems to be working. I feel like I’m losing her; as each moment passes, she is slipping further and further away from me.

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