Page 26 of Innocent Bratva Hostage

I returned his corny smile with one of my own. “I’d appreciate it if you could step to the side. I’d love a dance with my fiancée now.”

He nodded at me with indifference and flashed a smile at Giselle. “See you around later.” He strode off after that.

Like hell you will.

Giselle’s gaze locked on mine, and her lips twitched. “Was that you being jealous just now?”

I snaked an arm around her waist, and she placed one of hers on my shoulder. “Weren’t you doing it to get a rise out of me?”

“Was I?” She gave me a taunting smile. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Is there something else you love aside from taking women hostage and being a possessive jerk to keep other men away?”

“Possessive jerk,” I repeated in a low voice. If a man had said that to me, he’d be bleeding all over the polished floor, but Giselle could get away with anything. “I don’t take women hostage.”

“Hmmm,” she muttered with a cock of her head. “I wonder what the word is for you holding me hostage.”

“I’m keeping you safe until we find the shipment.”

She nodded slowly. “That sounds very reassuring, Mr. Yezhov, but you still haven’t answered my question.”

There wasn’t much I liked aside from coming up with solutions and the thrill of bloodshed. But there were a few, like new suits and shiny new guns.

She wouldn’t like to hear that, though, so I came up with something else. “Cookies.”

Her eyes gleamed as she laughed. “You? Cookies? That’s surprising.”

My chest warmed as I watched her laugh. “Is it?”

She nodded. “Lucky for you, though, I love to bake. If you’re good to me, I might bake you cookies someday.”

The corners of my lips quirked. “I guess I’ll have to be really good to you then.”

The music was over before I knew it, and we finished our dance with me twirling her effortlessly across the room. We bowed to each other, but just as she was about to back away, her legs caught mine, and she stumbled forward. Her arms flailed, and a gasp left her lips.

My instincts took over, and I caught her, wrapping one arm firmly around her waist while the other steadied her hand in mine.

She pressed against me, her emerald eyes wide with surprise as they locked onto mine. Her fingers tightened around my shoulder, her lips parted just slightly, and I could feel the rapid beat of her heart against my chest.

The tension between us was palpable, and in that moment, the entire world came to a halt, leaving just the two of us.

For a second, neither of us moved. Neither of us spoke.

I took her in, felt the warmth of her body against mine. The pull between us was intense and undeniable. I couldn’t wrap my head around why I was deeply drawn to her, but everything about this woman had an effect on me that I didn’t think was possible.

I should’ve let her go. I should’ve stepped back and created a distance between us. But I didn’t.

Instead, I held her a moment longer, my grip firm and my gaze locked on hers. Her skin was warm beneath my fingers, herscent intoxicating, and fuck if I didn’t want to tilt her chin up and press my mouth to hers right then and there.

I could tell from the way her chest heaved with each breath that she felt the same way. I wasn’t the only person drunk with desire; she was, too.

If all of this was a game, and one of us was going to get burned at the end of it all, I would happily dive into the fire and swim through the flames.

Without a second thought, I said the words I’d been holding back. “You’re mine,solnishko. Only mine.”

Chapter 11 – Giselle

“You’re mine,solnishko. Only mine.”

Those words hadn’t stopped playing in my head since that dance with Andrei at the party, and the fluttering in my stomach hadn’t stopped either.

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