Page 29 of Twins for the Bratva

“Thank you for the tea, Mila,” she said as she pushed the empty cup forward. “I think I’ll go lay down a bit.”

Dahlia slid off the chair and started for the door. “Dahlia, what did I do?” I asked again loudly. My heart was pounding. It felt like my lungs were collapsing as they sought air. I was trying to control my breathing, as I watched her move away.

She stopped in the doorway, glanced back, and made a ‘Pfff’ sound before speaking. “You should know. You men are all alike.”

My mouth dropped to the floor as her words entered my mind. I stood watching in amazement as she turned and left the room. I was perplexed as I had no idea what happened or when.

Mila and Alyssa started giggling softly behind me. Turning to them, I was ready to tear their heads off. I needed to know what I did. It appeared they knew something. “What the hell,” I huffed at them.

Before I could continue to interrogate them, Mila spoke up. Her voice was calm yet had a sharpness to it I knew well. She was enjoying my pain. “She’s jealous.”

Flopping down on the open seat next to Alyssa, I tried to wrap my mind around this revelation. “Jealous?” I heard myself mumbling.

Alyssa took my arm and squeezed it lightly. “At the function, you spoke to the flirty girl and didn’t reject her come-ons,” she said softly.

Glancing from Mila to Alyssa, I felt frustrated. I hated that she thought I would be interested in other women. “Thanks,” I said as I stood and went to find Dahlia. I had to explain to her. She had to understand and see that it was only part of the assignment. She was my everything now. I didn’t want anyone else.

I caught up with her as she was about to enter her bedroom. Lightly taking hold of her arm, I spoke as I turned her to me. “Dahlia.” My heart was still beating a hundred miles an hour.

She looked at my hand on her arm and pulled back from me. “Wait, please let me explain,” I said, letting go. She didn’t move but wouldn’t look at me either. Cupping her chin, I softly lifted her head as I continued. “You are an amazing woman, sugar. Plus, you are carrying my child. Do you even know how special that makes you?”

Dahlia diverted her gaze to my side. “I was doing what I had to do for the assignment and the job. It is part of my character. I stopped flirting after I brought you here. You are the only woman I want to touch, hold, and kiss. Please forgive me.”

I wasn’t sure why I asked forgiveness, but it felt right. A lonely tear rolled down her cheek. Wiping it tenderly, I pulled her into my arms. “I will never do anything to hurt you, sugar.”

“Do you promise?” she asked in a quivering voice.

“Yes, Dahlia, yes, I promise,” I said, hugging her securely. I felt crushed knowing I had hurt her. “I would not have accepted any invitation or taken that woman anywhere. She can stand naked before me. I wouldn’t touch her.” I confessed in a firm tone.

Pulling back just enough to lift her face, I studied her brilliant hazel eyes. I decided I would show her the difference between flirting for the jobs and my real flirting style. This way, she could know when something was up.

“Can I show you what my real flirting looks like?” I asked, kissing her cheek.

Dahlia tilted her to one side and then the other as she considered it. Looking into my eyes, she nodded. Taking her hand, I led her to the study and had her lean against the table. “Now let me know what you think of this and what you saw me do,” I said, taking a couple of steps back from her.

Turning away, I shook my head and focused on what I wanted. Turning back, I met her gaze. Smiling seductively, I scanned her body before focusing my gaze on her lips. I could see Dahlia knew the difference as she bit her lower lip.

Casually walking towards her, I undid the top two buttons of my shirt. “It’s hot in here,” I said, coming to stand before her. I noticed her fingers twitching as she fumbled with her clothing.

Lightly touching her cheek, I spoke again. “Your name must be Sugar, as I have never seen anything sweeter.”

Her cheeks instantly turned crimson. Caressing her skin, I moved my fingers down the side of her neck, over her shoulder, and down her arm. “Your skin feels like velvet, I wonder if you taste like honey?” I add as I lean forward and kiss her shoulder.

Dahlia’s face was glowing as her smile stretched from ear to ear. Moving at a snail's pace, I neared her face. Turning her head up, she met my lips with hers. It was a blissful moment. Taking hold of her hips, I pulled her closer. My emotions flared up as my senses tingled.

I felt her hands taking hold of my shirt. Her grip was solid as she pulled back, looking into my eyes. “I know you can do better than that,” she huffed. Turning out of my grasp, she took a step back. Glancing to her side, I noticed a twinkling in her eyes.

“Now it’s my turn,” she said, walking to the couch. Patting on the seat, she continued to speak. “Have a seat, sir.” Dahlia took hold of her top with both hands. As I walked closer, she pulled the top down a tad, stretching her shoulders. This exposed the top of her breasts, waking my body completely.

Standing by the chair before her, I grinned. If she only knew how crazy she was making me. Dahlia placed her hand solidly in the center of my chest and shoved me back. I flopped down onto the couch. Tapping the side, I spoke softly. “Come sit with me, sugar.”

Dahlia sat down on the arm and placed her foot between my legs. Holding her leg, I looked up at her, smiling. Looking at me, she drew a slow line across her lips with her tongue. I felt my dick pumping in my pants as my body wanted to taste her. She drew slow circles on my arm.

Her tone was low, and her voice was more seductive as she spoke. “I think it’s time we had a private conversation.”

My heart felt as if it was about to bounce out of my chest. I felt my lungs shrinking as she leaned closer and moved her fingers across my pants. I could feel her touch through them. My cock turned rock hard.

Kissing the brim of my ear, she whispered. “What would you like to do, sir?”

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