Page 61 of Virgin Bratva Hostage

“Well, my plan is to get you out to try andforceyou to relax. So if staring at me relaxes you—then stare all you want.”

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Avraam stuck out like a sore thumb when we got here. He was so uptight, blocked by the tension that he refused to let go—he just didn’t fit in at all. He asked me a number of times if I was ready to leave yet—but I was far too determined to make him have fun.

Dark, heavy bass pulses through the air, vibrating my legs and filling me with energy.

The club is packed. The dance floor is packed. It feels fantastic to be here, surrounded by strangers and letting go of all of my worry and stress.

I challenged Avraam to a number of tequila shots and while he tried to resist at first—he is finally completely relaxed and loving every moment of this. Now we are on the dance floor together and things are heating up quickly.

I’m not drunk, but I haven’t felt this relaxed since I can’t even remember when. And being here with Avraam is a wholenew experience. I feel completely safe and like I can just let go and have fun with him.

I lean back, tilting my head backwards and letting my hair flow behind me. His arm is locked around my waist, holding me safely.

When he swings me back up against him I grin. There is a sheen of perspiration on our skin. His shirt is unbuttoned at the top—the thick muscles of his chest and neck are on display for my eyes. And I can’t seem to get enough of him.

He was the one commenting on how he would be staring, but he’s not alone.

The dark smirk on his lips taunts me as we move together on the dance floor. His touch, as his hands travel down my back and cup my ass, is driving me crazy with need.

I’ve only been with him once.

And since then I’ve been haunted by the memory of how good it felt.

Avraam grips his hand around the back of my neck and pulls me close to him, his lips against my ear. “You are driving me crazy, Ruslana. I want to take you home—right now.”

I bite my lip and grin. He feels exactly how I feel.

But I’m not ready to leave—I want to tease him first.

Slowly, I run my hand down his chest, between our bodies, down to his groin. I caress my fingers over his cock and instantly it hardens.

He growls deeply and knots his fingers in my hair. “You are testing me in dangerous ways.”

I answer him by narrowing my eyes at him, pouting my lips slightly and squeezing my hand around the bulge of his cock.

He shudders against me, closing his eyes for a moment.

Then without any warning, he takes my hand and starts dragging me off the dance floor.

“What are you doing?” I say in surprise.

“I’m taking you home,” he says, no negotiation, no other options available. He is not giving me any choice—and I love it.

I giggle as we walk out of the club and he lifts me in his arms, kissing me, before he sets me down again and takes my hand—walking towards the car.

His expression is one of single focus. A man determined to have his way—impatient and fired up.

My own body is just as heated, eager to feel him inside me again. Eager to taste him and move with him. Skin against skin.

Inside the car, Avraam reaches out and runs his hand over the skin of my thigh, drifting up between my legs, he pushes my skirt higher, out of his way.

I gasp, spreading my legs wider apart and letting him touch me however he pleases.

He brushes his fingers over my panties, causing my pussy to pulse with need. I thrust my hips upwards, towards his touch.

He turns a corner, swears because I am distracting him—then grins as he slowly, tauntingly, pushes his finger inside me.

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