Page 73 of Virgin Bratva Prisoner

I woke up a few times in the night and Oleg was holding me. It felt so amazing. I just snuggled close and fell asleep again quickly. Feeling safe and warm.

Still drifting in between sleep and waking up fully, I roll over in his bed, not feeling his arm around me and wondering where he is. I reach out beneath the covers and find nothing, so I open my eyes and realize that the bed is empty. Stretching my hand out to his side, I can feel it is still a little warm so he didn’t get up too long ago. I can’t believe I slept through it. I’m not usually such a deep sleeper, but I guess I had so much fun yesterday I wore myself out. All of that amazing food, the laughter, the conversations—it was the perfect day.

I’m so happy we managed to sort out the issues between us and I came to understand who he really is. It helped me so much to go to his warehouse and have him share that part of his life with me as well.

I am still nervous about falling too deeply for him, but I don’t think I am actually in control of that. My heart is on its own mission but I am still being as cautious as I can be.

I throw the cozy blankets off my body and swing my legs over the edge of the bed. The carpet is soft beneath my feet.

I stand up and stretch like a lazy cat then get dressed in my crop top and black tights. I have to study today so I may aswell be comfortable. I’ll go for a run just before lunch if Oleg will let me, or send someone with me.

I wander down to the kitchen to make coffee and find Oleg, but he isn’t there.

I peak into the living room and see that the patio doors are open. He must be outside. Walking out into the bright morning sunshine, I have to squint my eyes against the glare.

But I find the garden empty.

I walk over the pool and stand next to it, trying to decide if I feel like swimming. The water looks really fresh and I’m definitely tempted right now but that is when I see him in the glass house on the other side of the garden.

His home gym.

Oleg is lifting weights and each time he pulls the weight up, his arm flexes tightly, making the muscles over his shoulders and back bulge out.

I can’t stop staring. I should look away. I’m basically spying on the guy, but I can’t stop watching him. Dammit, he is so freaking sexy.

It’s so crazy that I am actually married to him.

Without realizing it, I find myself walking closer to the glass house, hoping to get a better view.

I am practically drooling against the glass when he looks up and sees me.

I freeze, knowing how this must look.

He tilts his head to the side, a sly grin on his face, then he gestures for me to come inside.

I walk around the glass house to the entrance and walk in, trying to look innocent and casual. But I think my cheeks are glowing pink with embarrassment.

“Were you perving?” he asks straight away.

“What? Of course not.” I say defensively.

“Are you sure, because there is still a little drool—“

I quickly reach up and touch my hand against my lips, instantly realizing that it makes me look even more guilty.

He backs up, laughing.

I grin and shake my head. “So, is it a problem if I want to admire something I like looking at? “

“Mm. Why don’t you come and admire the view from close up instead?”

An idea strikes me. It’s been a long time since I attended my self-defense classes with my brothers—but what better time to practice than now. So, I walk closer to him and try my best to look innocent. But the naughty thoughts are making me grin a little bit.

He sets the weights down and walks towards me as well. I sidestep onto the gym mats just as he reaches out to wrap his arm around me.

Without any warning at all, I grab his arm, twist my body and kick my leg out backwards, knocking him off his feet. He lands with a loud huff as the air is knocked out of him.

Then I drop my weight down onto him, pinning him down, while I crack up laughing in triumph.

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