Page 37 of Virgin Bratva Hostage

I pause, pulling away from her slightly and looking into her eyes to try and read her expression.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, confused because everything about her body language told me that she wanted this.

“Nothing—I just—,“ she bites her lip. I knot my brows, feeling the tension grow.

“What is it, Ruslana?” I ask again, with more force.

“I’ve never done this before,” she blurts out.

Shock steals my words.

I hesitate, unsure what to do.

“You’ve never—are you a virgin?” I ask, my brows raised high.

She nods, biting her lip again.

I open my mouth, but I have no idea what to say.

I thought she was experienced.

The way she acts, she comes across as confident, flirtatious and comfortable. I can barely believe what she’s just told me.

I shift away from her.

I can’t carry on—not knowing that.

As much as I desperately want to be with her—there is no chance in hell that I would ever violate her in that way.

She is a tool that I want to use for business—but not like that.

Not a fucking chance.

I clench my jaw, frustrated to hell and back, as I roll off the bed and sit on the edge for a moment with my head in my hands.

She sits up, sighing softly.

“You should have told me sooner,” I say.

“I’m sorry,” she mutters nervously.

Standing up, I turn to face her. She looks beautiful, demure, pulling the covers up protectively over herself.

I can’t believe I didn’t see it before. The innocence in her. I just assumed and I assumed wrong.

“Nothing will happen between us, Ruslana. I promise you that,”

I say, trying to reassure her that she is safe. That is not why I brought her here and I won’t subject her to anything like that.

She doesn’t have to do things she doesn’t want to do just because she is my prisoner.

She knots her brows and looks away from me. “Ok,” she whispers.

I feel terrible that I almost took that choice from her.

In that moment, I realize that Ruslana is very good at putting on a brave face. She puts on a front—one that makes her look confident and versed. But she isn’t really like that. I don’t know exactly what she is like—but that must be some kind of defensive act of defiance. Trying to appear to be strong and capable.

She is just a girl.

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