Page 54 of Virgin Bratva Prisoner

I pick up a chip and pop it into my mouth. I can’t even remember when last I had fish and chips and damn, these are so good.

Looking out over the crashing ocean waves, the sun is busy setting over the ocean, creating orange and silver streaks across the water. I can see exactly why Oleg likes this place the most.

I look over at him.

He looks genuinely happy.

“This place is amazing, Oleg. Thank you for bringing me here.”

“I guess I should have just brought you here in the first place. I just thought you would want to see the fancier side of the city. Feel spoiled.”

“Being spoiled isn’t about being fancy, you know. It’s not about going to the most expensive place or even buying the most expensive gifts. It’s about doing something thoughtful for someone, even if it costs nothing at all. It’s about the thought that goes into it.”

Oleg stares at me for a long time, his dark brown eyes locked into mine.

I can’t look away, even when a soft smile traces his lips. I can’t drag my eyes off him.

“I think I haven’t heard more truthful words in a really long time, little flower.” He reaches out and tucks a stray curl behind my hair and I lean my cheek into the palm of his hand.

He stays like that for a moment, holding my face in his hand. His touch is warm and my heart feels happy to share this moment with him.

I kick off my shoes and wiggle my toes in the sand. Even though the stars are beginning to shine above us, the sand is still warm from soaking up the sunshine all day.

Oleg takes off his shoes as well and we eat our fish and chips with our hands, completely at ease while we chat about our lives.

There is no doubt that this experience is ten times better than the night we would have had if we’d stayed in that posh restaurant.

Seeing Oleg smile like this is priceless.

Chapter 17 - Oleg

The sun has set completely by the time we finish eating. Raisa licks the salt and vinegar off her fingers and I watch the way her lips wrap around her finger—wondering what her lips would feel like wrapped over my cock.

I clear my throat and look away.

“Did you enjoy that?” I ask, trying to think about something else.

“It was the best meal I’ve had in ages. I think the view has a lot to do with it—and um—the company isn’t so bad either.” She giggles and throws me a naughty look.

“Mm. The company isn’t too bad,” I agree, smiling at her.

Raisa closes the lid of her empty box after throwing the last few chips from her takeaway towards the late-night seagulls waiting for some scraps.

Unfortunately, she didn’t factor in that twenty other sea gulls were also waiting just out of view and as soon as the chips hit the rocks they flock down like a storm of birds.

She screams, laughing loudly, and covers her head.

I pull her close to me and wrap my arm around her as the birds fight and squabble over the chips.

She is giggling, ducked against my chest. Her laughter is a beautiful sound and I can’t help the massive smile it puts on my face.

The seagulls calm down a little, but now they are all standing on the sand around us, staring us down in hopes of something else.

“I thought there was just one or two,” Raisa says, peaking out at them.

“With seagulls—there’s never one or two.”

“They’ve got us surrounded!” she pretends to be horrified.

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