Page 8 of Virgin Bratva Prisoner

“My family is—different. I guess that’s the best way to describe it. They want me to be involved with the family business and it’s just that I want something else for my life. Something more, “her words drift off and she licks her lips, looking around nervously as though she’s shared too much.

I change the subject, to try and put her at ease again.

We talk for over an hour which shocks me because it flies by easily and our conversation flows freely. It’s been such a long time since I have spoken to anyone about anything that isn’t related to work.

She’s sharp and keeps up with me while I discuss topics that I expect her to know nothing about.

My brothers will talk for hours about business plans and shipping schedules or how to get more power or territory for the family—I find it deathly boring. I feel like there must be something more meaningful.

But at the end of the day—nothing is more meaningful than doing your duty to your family.

I watch as Raisa talks about her new apartment and how she is loving this city. Her face is bright with excitement. She speaks enthusiastically and seems to glow with happiness.

Raisa is smart, sassy and confident. I find it incredibly attractive.

At the same time—she isn’t falling all over me like I expect her to.

I’ve seduced many women before. It’s easy. Too easy, actually.

I just suggest to them that they might be interested and they gush over me, embarrassing themselves with their own desperation.

I’ve never had a woman act as cool and calm as Raisa is acting.

But it doesn’t matter.

I don’t even know why I am thinking about this.

Raisa is just a means to an end. Everything else is irrelevant. I need her to solve this issue I am having with her family. Nothing more. Nothing less.

I can’t let myself get distracted like this.

She stands up, glancing at her wristwatch to check the time.

“I think we had better get going,” she says, looking around to try and locate her friends.

Jenna has wondered off and is talking to some other people and the other two are still entangled in each other on the other sofa.

I stand up too. Obviously, I am not ready to let her leave.

While her cool disinterest fuels my personal attraction to her—I am not here for those reasons. Ineedher to show interests so that I can lure her to follow me, even if it is only for the purpose of my goals.

It annoys me that she has even suggested leaving. Why would she not want to spend more time with me?

I need her to be captivated by me—if I can seduce her, I can get her to come home with me without risking a scene. But she seems to be ready to brush me off.

“Raisa, stay for another drink. I am really enjoying getting to know you. Your friends clearly aren’t ready to go yet,” I say, trying to entice a little more time out of her.

She looks up at me and bites her lower lip. Her eyes say she is interested. Her body language says she is—nervous perhaps.

A little shy maybe. She smiles and looks away again.

Her demure gestures are driving me crazy.

Without thinking about it, I wrap my hand around her jaw, lifting her face up towards mine and with my arm around her waist, I pull her right up against me.

I don’t give her a moment to react before I press my lips onto hers. The soft warmth of her mouth drags me away from reality for a moment.

I am completely lost in the kiss. Heat is running through my body. Intense electrical sparks like shards of lightning bolts up my spine.

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