Page 22 of Virgin Bratva Prisoner

It feels wrong not to.

He pushes his hips forward and I tense up.

This scene feels rushed.

“Wait—“ I gasp, just as he is about to thrust into me.

“Mm,” he growls, trying to control himself, leaning up to look at me.

“It’s—I’ve—“ I stammer, trying to find the right words.

“What is it, Raisa?” His deep voice vibrates against my breasts.

“I’ve never done this before—“ I whisper, my cheeks flushing bright pink and burning with embarrassment.

“You’re a virgin?” He growls, and I can’t tell if he is angry or not. He sounds upset. The way he pulls his mouth into a snarl makes my stomach twist with shame.

He pushes off me, shaking his head and grabbing his pants, quickly pulling them back on without looking in my direction.

He doesn’t want me anymore. My heart sinks as I grab at the blankets and tug them over my very exposed body. I’m dying inside.

“You should have told me sooner, Raisa,” he says softly, with his back to me. The muscles ripple as he moves.

Oleg takes a deep breath and lets it out heavily. His shoulders are tense. The way he’s standing—I think he’s definitely angry.

Then he walks out of the room, leaving me lying on the bed, confused, aroused, heated, angry—trying to hide myself beneath the blankets.

I’m more embarrassed than I have ever felt in my entire life.

Chapter 7 - Oleg

It’s been two days since our marriage. Raisa has been avoiding me, quietly roaming the house with a look of anger etched into her face. She glares at me whenever we cross paths.

I’ve been doing my best to give her space. She needs time to adjust to all of this.

But the guilt I feel is immense.

Especially after finding out that she is a virgin.

I sigh heavily, pushing away from my desk, the chair sliding backwards. I stand up and run my hands over my face, rubbing my temples to try and massage away the headache that seems to be building behind my eyes.

Fuck.

I feel so bad about what I did to her. She doesn’t deserve this.

But I still know that I made the right choice—overall—for the greater good of everything.

She just needs time to see it the same way that I do.

That for both of our families, this is the best.

Rather this than having them go to war with each other.

I was hoping to tell her brothers—and mine—in the next week. But I just wanted to give her some time to adjust first.

It can’t be easy for her.

I walk out of my home office and downstairs to the kitchen. Raisa is in there, heating up some leftover Chinese food from last night.

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