Page 41 of An Arranged Virgin for the Bratva

"So, where are we going?" she asks, breaking the silence.

"Somewhere private," I reply, my voice low. "We need to listen to that bug without any interruptions."

Sofia nods, her fingers drumming an erratic beat on her thigh. It's a rare display of nerves from her, but I understand. Tonight’s been quite the breakthrough, and neither of us can wait to reap the rewards.

"You did well in there," I say, trying to distract myself.

Sofia's lips curl into a smirk. "Of course I did.”

Now, it’s my turn to roll my eyes. She laughs when she sees me do it.

Finally, I pull into a secluded parking lot surrounded by trees. The engine dies, leaving us in silence.

"Ready?" I ask, reaching for the listening device.

Sofia leans in close, her shoulder brushing mine. A small heat spreads down my arm, and I’m left disappointed when she adjusts herself to give us some space. "Let's do this," she whispers.

I activate the bug, and suddenly, the car is filled with muffled voices. We both lean in, straining to catch every word. Sofia's breath is warm against my cheek, her proximity both distracting and electrifying.

"Did you hear that?" she hisses, grabbing my arm. I’m hyperaware of her touch, forcing myself to breathe slowly, to focus and not get lost in the sensation of her. "They mentioned something about a hideout!"

Suddenly, Sofia's eyes widen. "The warehouse on 5th and Main," she whispers, her voice trembling with excitement. "That's their main hideout! Bingo!"

This is it—the breakthrough we've been waiting for. My mind races with possibilities, plans already forming.

"We've got them," I say, unable to keep the grin off my face. "Sofia, you're brilliant."

To my surprise, Sofia's calm composure cracks completely. Her green eyes light up, a genuine smile spreading across her face. It's a transformation that takes my breath away.

"We did it," she breathes, her voice filled with a warmth I've never heard before. "Vlad, we actually did it!"

“We did, and I swear I’m going to get my guys to infiltrate every last hideout they own. I’m going to fuck them bastards inway they never thought possible,” I say, “and we’re going to rid ourselves of them for good.”

The determination in my voice seems to ignite something within Sofia, and I see surprise flicker across her face.

Before I can say anything else, Sofia throws her arms around me in a spontaneous hug. I freeze for a moment, shocked by this sudden display of affection from the usually distant woman. Then, slowly, I wrap my arms around her, savoring the unexpected closeness.

"Thank you, Vlad," she murmurs against my ear, her breath warm on my skin. "I couldn't have done this without you."

There's a softness in her tone that catches me off guard, and I feel something shift between us, something that makes me feel tethered to her. "Always," I respond, my voice rougher than I intended. "We're in this together, Sofia."

"Together," she echoes, and I swear I hear her smile. "I think I'm starting to like the sound of that."

She pulls back slightly, her eyes meeting mine.

Sofia's gaze lingers on mine, her green eyes sparkling like emeralds. We look into each other’s eyes for so damn long that I can count the speckles of brown in hers. The air in the car slowly turns charged, electric. Before I can process what's happening, she leans in, and my heart races as I close the distance, meeting her lips in a kiss that’s both tentative and urgent.

I'm frozen for a split second, my mind reeling at this unexpected turn. Then instinct takes over, and I'm kissing raw, one hand cupping her face while the other pulls her closer. She tastes like mint and adrenaline, and I can feel her heart racing against my chest.

I take one hand and push back my seat before reaching for her waist. I hold her tight, my fingers digging in, and help her over to my seat, where she now sits, straddling me, her lips still on mine.

I groan, clutching her hair and pulling her closer, one hand now resting on her ass.

When we finally break apart, both breathless, Sofia's cheeks are flushed. "I… I've been wanting to do that for a while," she admits, a hint of her usual sass creeping into her voice. "Don't let it go to your head, Vlad."

I chuckle, still dazed. "Wouldn't dream of it, princess."

Our lips meet again, more heated this time. Sofia's hands roam over my chest, her touch setting my skin on fire even through my shirt. She bites my lower lip and fiddles with my belt. I hear a soft thud on the floor as it’s discarded. I hear the zipper of my trousers come loose, and I hold her waist to keep her up as I lift myself off the chair. She pulls down my trousers, my boxers, and her eyes widen slightly as she takes in the length of my already hard cock.

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