Page 93 of Plus-Sized Bratva Prisoner

At home, after a night that felt like it would never end, Yefim runs us a deep, hot bubble bath, and we both climb in to soak away the stress of all the things that happened today.

I’m leaning my back against Yefim’s toned chest, my hair spilling around us, floating in the water, catching the bubbles.

Yefim is running his fingers in circles over my skin. It’s soothing and methodical, letting my drift peacefully in thought.

We are both lying there in silence, just taking in the moment, acknowledging the fact that we are both alive.

After a long while, when the water is starting to get a little colder, Yefim leans close to my ear and whispers, “I love you, baby girl. I love you more than the entire world.”

I turn in the bath, splashing water, so that I am lying on his chest. I stare up into his bright blue eyes as they pierce into my soul.

My heart is singing wildly. I wanted to tell him that, before all of this happened. I wanted to tell him how much I love him, and I wanted to show him, too.

I wiggle close to him, lifting my face up to his lips, my mouth is hovering over his.

“I love you too, Yefim. More than you can understand. More than words can explain. But I’ll show you,” I grin. Then Ipress my lips against his and kiss him with a passion so deep and intense that fire seems to erupt around us.

He slides his arms around my body, pulling me up against his, and I feel his cock growing harder as we continue to kiss.

Epilogue - Yefim

Six months later.

“That fucking idiot drives me crazy. It’s like he wants to provoke me every chance he gets.” I walk into Tia’s office in a massive huff, frustrated again after a conversation with Giorgio Vitali.

Tia giggles, which doesn’t help my mood, because I want to shout and vent.

“I told you to let me deal with him. You just don’t know to talk to him. I think both of you provoke each other.”

“I want to kill him.” I nod in her direction, both of my brows raised high.

She stands up from her office chair and walks around her desk. Wrapping her arms around my waist, she looks up at me, her gorgeous eyes dragging me into them.

“You aren’t allowed to,” she says with a smile. “You know he’s doing it on purpose though, right? He likes working you up into a mood. I think it makes him feel a little more powerful.”

“Fuck, he’s such an asshole.”

“Well. Let me deal with him. At least pandering to an asshole is better than an all-out war. I just have to roll my eyes and be nice to him, make him think he has control—even when he doesn’t.”

“Mm. Is that how you deal with me as well? Make me think I’m the one in control in our marriage, when actually…?”

Tia starts giggling, and I run my hands over her ribs, tickling her, because I love the sound of her laughter and want to hear more of it.

She wiggles away from me. “You were never supposed to know about that,” she grins.

I pull her back towards me, kissing her.

She steps away. “You are distracting me from my work, Mr. Dubrov,” she says curtly.

“I’ll get in trouble with the boss if I do that—oh wait, I am the boss.”

I laugh, but I let her go, and she walks back to her desk to get stuck in the pile of binders sitting on it.

“We have a meeting with him this afternoon,” I complain.

“I know. But if you just let me do the talking, like we agreed last time, I think it will go smoothly.”

“Yeah, I will. Don’t worry. I’m over him and his ego anyway. I don’t know how you do it, honestly. If it wasn’t for you, if it was just up to me and my brothers, this truce would have fallen apart a week after it started. You have so much patience, and you do know exactly how to talk to him.”

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