Page 20 of Twins for the Bratva

Dahlia turned and smiled before disappearing on the steps. Every move she made brought me joy. After grabbing a cup of coffee, I headed up to my room. I showered and sat on my bed, waiting for her door to open. I had an intense need to be with her every moment of every day.

It was almost supper time when I heard her door opening. Jumping up, I casually exited my room as she closed her door. “Heading down,” I asked, holding out my hand.

Dahlia smiled softly, placing her hand in mine. I thought about how gentle and magical she was as we headed down. After supper, we strolled through the gardens before heading to bed.

Staring at the ceiling above my bed, I wondered if I could spend every day with her. I could teach her all I knew. We could even learn some new things together. Grinning, I closed my eyes and drifted off.

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Sitting up, I glanced at the window. “Shit,” I mumbled as I scrambled out of bed. I overslept. Feeling pissed at myself, I dressed hastily and headed downstairs. I had to find Dahlia.

Dahlia was in the kitchen. “Good morning,” I said as I slid into the room, almost losing my footing and hitting the side of the island with a loud bang.

“Good morning,” she replied, grinning. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, yes. Why?” I huffed, turning away so she couldn’t see my face pulling into a knot. After pouring a cup of coffee, I turned back to her. “You ready to learn some more?” I asked casually.

Somehow, just seeing her calmed me. She smiled and nodded. “Let me just get my bag,” she said, slipping off the chair and heading out.

I watched her every move as she walked. She was wearing shocking orange tracksuit pants with a black top. Her hair was tied up with two strands framing her face. She was a vision of perfection. I was staring off into space when she returned.

“Are you ready?” she asked, speaking slowly.

Shaking my head, I smiled at her. “Sure.”

As we pulled out, Dahlia spoke. “Could we stop for breakfast?”

I nodded as I replied. “Sure, or I could have something delivered to the office. What would you like?”

“Waffles and ice cream.”

Glancing at her, I noticed the shine again. She appeared to be sparkling today. I called the receptionist and had her arrange Dahlia’s breakfast. We arrived at the office at the same time as the waffles and ice cream. While she enjoyed her meal, I caught up with clients and my emails.

Once she was done, we headed back to the training hall. This time, I took her to the room used for indoor shooting practice. It appeared similar to what one would find at the police or FBI training centers. There was also a built-in armory with a selection of guns.

After inspecting the guns, I removed the Glock 19. Holding it out to her, I spoke clearly. “This is one of the best guns for women or someone who hasn’t handled guns before. The recoil is a lot less than most others.”

Dahlia nodded as she took the gun from my hand. “It’s not loaded yet; we will do that once we have gone through safety and stance,” I added as we walked to the first booth.

After showing her how to hold the gun and put the safety on and off, I loaded it. I assisted Dahlia with her stance before we put on our earmuffs. Standing behind her, I placed my hands over hers. After taking three shots, I took the gun and pressed the button for the board to come closer.

“Nice,” I said as we stared at the board. All three hit the target. They were mostly on the outer sides but on the board. Standing back, I handed her the gun again. “Aim for the middle of the board,” I added.

Her arms shook lightly as she took her stance and aimed. After the first shot, she glanced back at me. She spoke as she lowered the gun. “This is harder than it looked.”

Stepping in behind her again, I assisted in steading her aim. Dahlia leaned back into me as she took another shot. “Good, now go again,” I said encouragingly. Feeling her move slightly against me caused a stir in my pants.

She stepped back, moving firmly into me as she took another two shots. I felt her pressing harder against my front. I loved the feeling of her up against me. After a couple more shots, she hit a bullseye. In her excitement, she turned and flung her arms around my neck.

I embraced her and instantly, it dawned on her what she was doing. I could see the realization in her eyes as she pulled back. I kept my hands on her hips and squeezed softly, holding her in place.

Staring into her hazel eyes, I could feel the joy turning into sexual tension. The air surrounding us was electrified. I leaned forward and lightly touched her lips with mine. Dahlia didn’t resist. I could feel her gripping my shirt. Her hold tightened as our kiss deepened.

I was loving the attention I was receiving. I pulled her closer, feeling her body against mine. I wanted to devour her, all of her. I took hold of the bottom of her shirt and slowly started pulling it up.

Her lips parted slightly as she gasped. Tenderly, I played with my tongue over her lips. Dahlia’s mouth opened, allowing me entrance. I felt her body stiffen as I moved to unclasp her bra. My breathing was just as jagged as hers was.

Before I could get her bra loose, Dahlia stepped away. “I want to go back, please,” she said softly, lowering her gaze to the floor.

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