Page 47 of Virgin Bratva Hostage

This is so unexpected and it’s messing with my head a little.

Avraam closes the office door behind us.

“Are you enjoying your day, Ruslana? Your freedom? How are you enjoying it all so far?”

I grin, unable to hide my joy, “I really didn’t expect this, Avraam. Thank you so much for bringing me here. It means—a lot more than you think.”

I step closer to him. My heart tugging at me. The calm smile on his face is utterly gorgeous.

He is leaning against his desk with his hands resting on the table on either side of him. He looks so powerful. A calm, yet unwavering strength about him. I’ve only ever seen him at home. In the office he looks more commanding. The black suit and dark look in his eyes is making me lose control of myself.

I take another step towards him and he looks down at me. His eyes are focused and unwavering.

I want him. I shouldn’t.

I should stop this stupid thing before it happens. He is my captor. He is holding me prisoner. I should not be so attracted to a man who is this dangerous to me.

But I can’t help it.

I can’t stop it.

I never wanted him to stop the other day. And since then I have been desperate to feel him again.

Something about the way he is looking at me is telling me that he wants me too.

I rest my hand on his chest, standing up on my tiptoes with my heart beating wildly, I take a chance and press my lips against his.

He doesn’t push me away. Instead, I feel his hand drifting over my waist, around my back, and pulling me closer against his body.

I gasp, fueled by desire for him. It’s growing stronger by the second.

His kiss deepens and becomes more passionate.

He is holding himself back, though.

Does he still not want me?

Why else would he stop himself from being with me when I am practically throwing myself at him?

“Avraam—“ I whisper his name and a low growl rumbles through his chest, vibrating against me.

I wrap my hands around the back of his neck, not letting him pull away from the kiss.

He hasn’t made any other move, other than wrapping his arm around me.

I want to feel his hands everywhere on my body. I want more. I want all of him and I want him to take all of me.

I sigh in frustration.

He is turned on. There is absolutely zero doubt about that because his cock is pressing so hard against the seam of his pants that it’s threatening to tear them open.

I run my fingers softly over the bulge and he shudders.

“Ruslana—,“ he says cautiously. I pause. Waiting for him to tell me to stop or to leave him alone. I’m waiting for him to tell me that he doesn’t want this. But all I see when I look into his eyes is a battle. He is fighting for self-control. Hedoeswant this—but—I suddenly understand him—he doesn’t want to take something I am not willing to give freely.

All I have to do is let him know that I want this as badly as I do.

“Please, touch me,” I whisper.

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