Page 36 of Virgin Bratva Hostage

There are so many thoughts on my mind that I want to share with her, but I know I can’t.

It’s so strange to be sharing a bed with someone you don’t know but you feel so connected to.

I close my eyes, trying to force sleep to steal me away.

Her breathing changes and becomes deeper and slower. She is asleep long before I am.

At least she isn’t struggling as much as she was when I locked her up in the other room. She hasn’t been difficult or caused any other trouble either—so far. I still need to stay alert, though. She is still my prisoner. I can’t forget that. Even though she doesn’t feel like a prisoner to me at all. This connection between us is intense.

I have to get some rest or I’m going to be a mess tomorrow.

Shutting my eyes, I press the pillow over my face, trying to block out her presence next to me.

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Warm morning sunshine streaks across my pillow and warms my cheek. I blink my eyes open slowly, enjoying the natural light and how it pulls me slowly from my dreams. I’m lying on my back and Ruslana is right up against me.

Her legs are tangled in mine, draped over my hips, and her arm is wrapped around my waist while her head is resting on my chest.

Every inch of my body becomes hyper-aware of her being this close to me. Desire floods through me and my cock grows hard, throbbing with need.

I squeeze my eyes shut in frustration. I need to get away from her before she wakes up and finds me in this state.

But she is all over me. My arm is beneath her and every move I make is a risk.

After a moment, I realize that I just need to try—I pull my arm away slightly and she stirs.

Her eyes flutter open, looking right up at me.

My heart constricts. Her eyes are gorgeous.

Her lips part and she takes in a sharp breath.

Her leg is over my waist and I know she can instantly feel my cock, rigid against her—my reaction to her.

I wait for her to move away in horror, but she doesn’t. She just continues to look at me, her fingertips moving against my skin.

The tension between us becomes electrified.

Reaching out, I brush her hair away from her face, my hand remains against her cheek, tracing the delicate line of her face—then I cup my hand around her jaw and lean close to kiss her.

It just happens.

Everything in my mind tells me to stop, but my body is in control.

She is too beautiful to resist.

She moves so that she is on top of me, her legs wrapped around my hips. I grab her face in both hands and deepen the kiss and she rocks her hips over me.

My cock is so hard it’s almost painful. I want her more than I have ever wanted anything in my life.

I roll her off me, onto her back, propped on my elbow with my arm around her, I pull her close and drift my hand over her body. She arches her back, moving against my touch. Her body is magnificent and watching her move as I caress her I know—I won’t be able to stop this time.

It’s been building up too long and I can see that she wants this as badly as I do.

She lifts her face towards mine and presses her mouth over mine again. Kissing me while my hands drift over her waist, down her body, sliding beneath her shorts.

She gasps and moans against my mouth, encouraging me—but when my fingers brush over her panties, she seems to go rigid and tense.

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