Page 16 of Bratva's Innocent Obsession
Ahh, fuck. This just got infinitely more complicated.
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TAYLOR
“You have to,” he growls.
I am not ready for this.
It wasn’t long ago when I ran for my life, heard that my sisters sent a massive, tattooed bratva boss to get me, gave Kon my virginity, and had my first orgasm.
It’s a lot for one evening. Busy.
And now Kon wants me to desert the women who have supported me during my darkest days?
No.
They looked after me when I was heart sore, sick, injured, or just despairing. I might notfeellike one of them, but leave without them? What sort of person would that make me?
A tart who gave in to her shameless urges with a man she barely knows, that’s what.
“Taylor, I can’t get everyone out. It’s impossible.” He sounds impatient. “We’ll come back for them.”
The spray of the shower is over us, his hard, tempting body behind me. The steam is hot around me, and I’m almost woozy.
This is all so tangled.
Once, I left my closest relationships. I thought I’d find something better on my own, and I’d return and help them.
I was wrong.
“Your sisters miss you,” he says softly, lips brushing my ear.
Tears prickle behind my eyes.
“I miss them too,” I choke out.
I screw my eyes shut.
“They want to see you.”
I want that too. So, so much.
I couldn’t.
Could I? For the sake of my sisters? I bite my lip hard as images rise in my mind of the three of us together. They’re old enough to be independent now, and I’ve no idea where they are.
But maybe we’d be a family again. The three of us against the world, the way it was until I broke it with my ambition and belief that this too-good-to-be-true opportunity would allow me to be the one who pulled us all to a better life.
He runs his fingertips down my arms, and it takes everything in me not to arch back into him.
“Let me take you home, zhizn moya.” There’s a rough thread of pleading under the command.
I bite my lip to prevent myself from replying. His big hands are so good and reassuring on me.
Safe.
With this monster behind me—a mafia boss, and a member of the cruel Volk Bratva—I feel protected. It’s as unexpected as feeling turned-on by how he chased me down, physically wanted me, but kept his animal impulses at bay.
