Page 6 of Virgin Bratva Prisoner

His hair is thick and hanging in front of his eyes, a little wild, perhaps from dancing. The five o clock shadow across his square jaw makes him even sexier.

And he’s tall. Tall enough that I would have to crane my neck back to look at him if he were standing next to me.

I try to fight the girlish smile that spreads across my lips, but the tequila is winning—and now I am flirting with this tall dark stranger.

“Oh wow. He’s sexy.” Jenna leans close to my ear to comment.

Her words interrupt the trance he seems to have put me in and I manage to pull my eyes off him.

“Sure. He’s hot. Where’s that tequila?”

It doesn’t matter if he’s hot.

I don’t have time for that.

But as they slide the tequila in front of me, I find myself looking up and across the bar to see if he’s still there.

He isn’t.

My heart sinks in disappointment—but really—it’s better.

He’s way too good-looking for his own good. I know men like that. They are trouble.

I mean—I’ve never actually dated a guy before. I’vekissedsomeone before, but nothing more.

I saw the issues my friends went through and I decided that I didn’t want anything to do with any of that and I just stuck my head down and focused on my studies.

I throw back the tequila, promising myself that it is my last one for the night because I’m way too giggly and even though we are going to be here for a few more hours still—I want to dance off the tipsiness.

Suddenly, Jenna giggles next to me and steps away. “She’s all yours,” she says and I frown trying to figure out what she means.

I turn to look at her and instead of seeing her, I see him.

He's taller and even sexier than he looked from across the bar.

My pulse quickens and I swallow hard as I stare up at him.

“Hello. I wanted to ask if you and your friends would like to join me in VIP?” His voice is deep, like thunder rolling through a dark sky.

“Uh—“I glance around, looking for support from one of my friends, hoping they’ll say no.

“We’d love to,” Jenna says loudly.

Shit.

The smile that spreads across his face causes electricity to shoot down my spine. He is trouble, but maybe, just for tonight, I want a little trouble.

We follow him up to the VIP area where Blake and Matthew immediately get comfortable on the wide sofa. Jenna starts dancing at the edge of the balcony overlooking the packed dance floor below. “Wow. It’s so much better up here, Raisa,” she laughs.

The stranger takes my hand and pulls me close to him.

“Raisa?” He asks. My name on his lips making me melt. Never mind the fact that I am suddenly in his arms, leaning against his really muscular chest.

“Yes.” I say breathlessly.

“I’m Oleg.” He holds me close as he starts dancing with me and I am really surprised by how good his moves are.

I can’t think about anything else except for the way he is moving against me.

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