Page 56 of Virgin Bratva Prisoner

“We can come here again. It can be our spot from now on.” I smile, feeling my heart flipping nervously. I want to have hope that her and I are growing closer and building something, but I live in the real world.

I have to be careful about what I let my heart fall for.

Raisa stands up, a soft and beautiful smile on her face. In the moonlight she looks ethereal. Her skin is glowing and her eyes are shards of light, glittering like the stars.

She takes a step towards me, looking up at me with that captivating stare.

“Oleg,” she says my name softly, as though it was just a breath of air on the warm breeze.

I look down at her, waiting for her to say something else, but she doesn’t. Instead, she stands up on her tiptoes and kisses me.

Our lips press together and I slide my arm around her waist, feeling the curve of her lower back. My heart begins to race and my body feels more alive than ever.

We kiss for a long time, not caring about anything else, just feeling connected and safe with each other.

When she steps away from me, she is smiling.

“Thank you. Tonight was beautiful,” she says.

I take her hand as we walk back to where we parked. I like being close to her. I like holding her. I want to do so many more things with her.

Every time I kiss her, it gets harder to stop myself.

She is perfect.

The way she moves, the way she speaks, her smile, the curve of her body against mine. Everything about her is perfect.

In the car, we drive through the city towards the airport. Street lamps flash past my window, the bright lights from shops and restaurants spill onto the sidewalks and people roam around the city enjoying the night.

I reach out and place my hand on her thigh, leaving it there, letting the warmth of her skin soak into me. In the darkness, I see the silhouette of her face, and the way her smile widens at my touch.

We arrive at the airport and get back onto my private jet. Raisa sits closer to me than on the way here. She presses her body up against mine.

She is nervous during the take off, but not as badly as before. I talk to her all the way through to distract her.

Once we are in the air, she turns her body to face mine.

She looks me straight in the eyes, her stare is intense when she asks. “Oleg, why won’t you sleep with me?” Her bluntness takes me by surprise. “Every time I think you are going to—you stop—why?”

I take a slow breath. “Raisa, that’s something really special. You’ve never done that before and I don’t want to force you into anything you aren’t ready for. When you choose to do that, I want it to be entirely your choice, and not something you will regret afterwards.”

She smiles, then climbs onto my lap, causing my body to stir like flames sparking to life. If she behaves in this way, I won’t be able to stop myself from taking her. I wrap my hands around her waist to lift her off me, but she stops me, brushing her hand over mine.

“Iamready.” She says, looking into my eyes.

“Raisa—,“ I stammer, clenching my jaw.

“I am ready. I want this. I’m telling you I’m ready,” she whispers, leaning close with her lips hovering inches from mine.

She leans down and kisses me, her hands wrapping around the back of my neck as she pulls herself against me.Her innocence is so beautiful to me. A rare treasure that has belonged to no one before me and now she is telling me it’s mine to take.

Her boldness surprises me, the way she sits with her legs spread over my lap. She pulls herself even closer until her breasts are against my chest.

Her hips rocking over my cock.

I growl as my cock hardens, throbbing against her.

“Are you sure?” I ask, struggling to control myself.

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