Page 19 of Forced Bratva Hostage

I walked over to the table and settled into a seat across from her, unable to hide my small smile.

Like fragments of shattered glass, her composure slowly reassembled, even though she avoided my eyes. Wren had her gaze fixed on the silverware in front of her.

She looked thinner. Her jawline seemed a little sharper, her collarbones slightly more pronounced.

But regardless, her beauty still blossomed like a garden in full bloom. Her porcelain skin simmered in the soft glow of the hanging chandelier, as did her dark, wavy hair.

I caught a glimpse of her face reflected in the polished silverware on the table as she ate in silence. “I'm told you eat once a day.” My gaze wouldn't leave her face.

The savory, sweet, and smoky aroma of perfectly cooked bacon wafted through the air, invading my senses. Olga had once again outdone herself.

“You should eat more times a day.” I leaned into the chair. “You're losing weight.”

She paused, her hand hovering mid-air, the smoky bacon slice suspended inches from her pursed lips. Her brows knitted together in a mild warning as she shot a subtle glare at me. Her eyes flashed with irritation, eyelids narrowing ever so slightly.

Yep. I’d struck a nerve.

My brows arched at her audacity to wear a stern expression before me, but clearly, she was starting to loosen up a little.

She ignored me and returned to quietly eating her meal.

A faint grin spread across my face as I leaned forward, elbows resting on the table. “Curiosity is not a sin, Wren.” I pinned my gaze on her. “But it kills the cat.”

She lowered her slice of bacon, eyes dropping to the floor as she chewed slower.

“You liked what you saw, didn't you?” I questioned, my voice a hushed whisper.

Anxiety washed over her again, and her chest resumed its slow heaves, her eyes blinking rapidly as she avoided my gaze. Her breath seemed to cease as she withdrew her hands from the table, placing them on her lap.

“You did. Admit it.” I edged closer without taking my eyes off her, wearing a corny smirk.

Her lips twitched as she stuttered. “I— I don't know what you're talking about.” She cleared her throat, adjusting in her chair.

“Really?” My brows rose, my intense gaze lingering. “So, you weren't the one outside my door yesterday,” my eyes narrowed, “watching me fuck.”

She went silent for a moment, her chest rising and falling, hinting at her nervousness. Finally, she found her voice. “I…I really liked the music,” she said quietly, fingers tugging at the hem of her dress.

“I bet you did.” I chuckled, making a subtle reference to the other sound in the room—intoxicating moans.

She still couldn't look me in the eyes, and her body was tensing discreetly. Her cheeks flushed, fingers flying to her mouth as she chewed on her nails.

I watched her jaw clench, her feet fidgeting as her eyes darted across the floor.

Her nervousness was beyond being embarrassed for getting caught watching live porn. There was something else—something she was trying so hard to hide—hence the reason she'd been avoiding my eyes.

I'd known from day one that Wren was innocent, but watching her reaction now, I concluded that her innocence ran deeper than I'd thought.

My brows arched in amusement. “You're a virgin, aren't you?”

She jerked her head, eyes narrowing as her brows drew together, accentuating the scowl on her cute baby face.

This defensive reaction was the confirmation that I needed.

“Yeah….” I nodded subtly, retaining the smile on my face. “Yeah, you are.”

“That's none of your business.” Her frown deepened, her voice laced with a hint of frost.

Wren's chest rose and fell, her fiery eyes boring into mine with a newfound bravery.

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