Page 48 of The Bratva's Prisoner Bride

With some relief, I noticed it was empty, and none of my siblings were there. At the very least, that meant I had fewer questions to answer, and I had the chance to focus solely on her.

We both took a seat on the plush couch, and I couldn’t help but watch while Daria soaked it all in with a faint look of wonder in her eyes. At the same time, I caught the eye of one of our bottle girls and motioned for her. Once she arrived, I leaned in and gave her the orders of what to fetch us.

Once we were left alone again, my hand resumed its almost protective hold on her thigh.

“I’m assuming your brother never let you go to places like this?”

The reminder made her expression drop slightly, but Daria sighed before responding, “I’ve been to a few clubs before, but nothing like this.”

Reminiscent of her previous curiosity, I couldn’t help but wonder more about her dynamic with her brother. With faint encouragement through my touch on her thigh, I asked, “How much did he show you of our world?”

She considered it for a moment, entertaining me regardless of how she didn’t seem too keen on the topic. “Nothing more than I needed to see. He kept me hidden away growing up, only taking me out when he needed something fromme…I’m not a complete stranger to the violence, but it’s not something I like to be a part of.”

Nodding my understanding, I knew that only made sense.

As the bottle girl returned, I hummed closer to her ear. “Enough about all that, then…we’re here to have a good time.”

Daria seemed relieved to hear that, and she nodded, seemingly welcoming the idea.

With the tray of various bottles and shot glasses placed on the table in front of us, I moved to the edge of the couch and reached for one of them. In our section, the music was quiet enough for me to speak without needing to shout.

She looked at the bottles curiously, noticing the names on the labels before meeting my gaze. “This is yours?”

With a faint grin at how she connected the dots, I nodded and poured some vodka into the glass. “That’s correct…this is my most recent endeavor. Our premium line just released this week.”

Even if it likely didn’t mean all that much to her, she still looked vaguely impressed. “I didn’t know that was something you were into.”

I hummed my amusement. “You wouldn’t…but now you know. And I want you to try them.”

Intrigued by the idea, Daria nodded and went to accept the glass, but I kept it just out of her reach, letting my lips pull slightly. I gently took her chin between my fingers and nudged her. “Head back.”

Surprised by it, she hesitated before tipping her head back while I held the shot glass above her lips.

Smoothly, I slid my fingers through her hair and against the back of her head, cradling it while I took in the intrigued glimmer in her eyes. I didn’t miss the slight shiver that moved through her and only amused me more.

“Open up for me,” I murmured, brushing my thumb lightly against her lower lip.

Daria let go of a shaky breath before parting her mouth, letting me do what I wanted.

Carefully, I tipped the glass forward and let the vodka stream into her mouth, washing over her tongue before letting go and allowing her to swallow.

All the while she drank it down, braving the burn of it, Daria kept her eyes on mine.

I maintained that gaze for a moment longer, taking in the sight of her compliance after the fact. Then I asked, “Thoughts?”

After a moment, she cleared her throat and winced faintly. “It burns.”

“As it should,” I said with a chuckle before throwing back the rest of the shot. I pulled in a breath and gestured to the other bottles. “Want to try more?”

To my surprise, Daria’s eyes gave away that familiar interest, and she nodded.

Pleased by her willingness to participate, I did exactly that.

Once we were several shots deep, my fingers returned to her scalp while I gently stroked her head and brought another glass of liquor to her lips, watching how the soft skin of hers pressed against it while she accepted the drink.

My eyes were completely fixed on her face all the while, noting the soft yet erotic flush in her cheeks and how I wanted nothing more than to see her lips wrapped around me instead. The thought, paired with her flushed appearance, made me shiver.

Despite our tense antics, charging the air between us, we were silent. I watched her with complete reverence while sheallowed me to dish those shots for her in the club, not caring about anything else happening around us.

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