Page 93 of Virgin Bratva Hostage

“How—what are you doing here?” I stammer.

She bites her lip, looking guilty. “I snuck out—my brothers wouldn’t let me leave the house, but I had to see you. I needed to talk to you—“

“Ruslana, that’s dangerous. Your brothers are going to be furious,” I sigh. I don’t care if her brothers are upset—I am just so fucking happy to see her. But she can’t stay. For her own good she needs to get back to them.

“Why would you take a risk like that?” I ask.

“You got shot, Avraam. You took a bullet for me. I wanted to make sure you were ok—and to say thank you. You saved my life.”

I clench my jaw. “I am the reason you were in that situation. I had no choice but to save your life,” I say harshly, still angry with myself.

She winces from my words. “So, that’s why you did it? Because you thought you owed it to me—because Royce worked for you?”

“Yes,” I nod, trying to pull my eyes off her, but I can’t. She is even more beautiful than ever. My heart belongs to her and she doesn’t even know it.

“I thought—, She mutters.

“What?”

“I thought maybe—it was because of something else, but obviously I was wrong.” She shifts a little away from me and I fight for control. Should I tell her? Will any good come of it?

She came all this way to see me. She took a huge risk to get here. What does it mean? Was it really just to check if I’m ok? Did she really just want to say thank you?

“Why did you come, Ruslana? You could have called me—to say thanks.”

“I didn’t want to call you—I wanted tosee you.”

“Why?” I ask forcefully. Demanding to understand. I don’t want to read into this—but I am so desperate to believe that there is more to it than that.

“Because I love you,” she blurts out angrily. Her eyes are wild and bright as she glares at me. “There. I said it. I love you. Does that make me stupid? Maybe. But I don’t care. It’s how I feel.” She is filled with fiery energy, determined and fierce.

I grin, shaking my head.

She looks gorgeous a little flustered, a little angry—and absolutely gorgeous. I reach out and pull her onto my lap.

Before she has a chance to say anything else I kiss her.

Our lips crash into each other and I kiss her with all my heart and soul. I might not be the best at explaining how I feel with words but I can show her.

She moans against my mouth, moving her body, pulling me towards her. She is being very forceful with me and I can’t lie—it’s fucking hot.

When the kiss is over, she leans back and looks at me, her eyes are so intense it leaves me speechless for a moment.

I can see straight into her soul. I can read her heart as though it was written across a page in black ink on stark white paper.

She is in love with me.

My heart clenches tightly and I smile from ear to ear.

“I love you too, butterfly. I have for a long time now. I didn’t want to burden you with my feelings because—you deserve more than this,” I sigh.

“More than what?” she snaps, annoyed again. “You are everything I could ever dream of. Don’t you get it. I think you’re perfect.” Her emotions are flooding her, pushing her.

Tears stream down her face. She is telling me the truth. She is here to fight for me.

I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and kiss her again.

This time we don’t stop kissing. The fire begins to burn wilder between us.

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