Page 46 of Virgin Bratva Prisoner

When I think I’m safe, I turn away from his door to leave.

“Raisa.” His voice makes me jump.

I spin around to face him, my cheeks already turning red and making it horribly obvious I was up to something.

“Were you eavesdropping?” He sounds slightly amused.

“Why would I do that?” I stammer.

“I don’t know why you would do that?“ he chuckles. “Is something wrong? You look upset.”

“Why would I be upset? Why are you asking me that?” I feel like he can see straight through me.

“If you want to ask me something, go ahead and ask me.”

He folds his arms across his broad chest and my eyes graze over his thick, muscular forearms.

“Um—“

“Don’t be shy Raisa.” Why is he grinning like that? Ugh. It’s so annoying.

“Who is Tanya? Did you go out with her? Were you guys dating? Is something happening between you two?”

The words explode out of my mouth before I really have time to think them, though, and the minute I’m done talking, I’m dying from embarrassment.

Oleg takes a step towards me. I don’t move. I feel the need to hold my ground at this point.

“You are worried about Tanya?” he asks, his chest pressed up against me.

“No—um—“

“Are you jealous, little flower?” He chuckles and the mischievous grin that spreads across his face creates perfect dimples in his cheeks.

“Why would I be? “ I mutter, trying to look away from him, but he wraps his long fingers over my jaw and lifts my face up towards his.

“It sounds very much like my wife is jealous of another woman.”

I pull my mouth tight; my lips are sealed. The more I say the more stupid I feel, so it’s best if I just don’t say anything now.

Oleg maneuvers me so that my back is against the wall and he has me trapped there. HIs hand runs up my thigh, pushing my dress higher.

My heart begins to pound heavily in my chest, beating fast.

My lips part as I take a sharp breath when he leans closer.

His mouth is only inches from mine and when he speaks, I can feel the warmth of his breath.

“I think I like it when you get jealous,” he whispers darkly.

His lips are so close to mine—I just—I want—

I stand on my tiptoes and kiss him. I can’t wait. I need to feel his mouth over mine.

He runs his hands over my lower back and pulls my hips up against his hard cock. I gasp against his mouth and feel the low rumble of a growl that runs through his chest.

“What are you doing to me, little flower?” he whispers.

I press my hips forward, rocking against him.

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