Page 22 of Pregnant Bratva Possession

This was too much to take in.

Imagining how much Vlad had to suffer rested on my shoulders, weighing me down as if I was carrying the weight of the world. For the first time, I realized that Vlad wasn’t just an empty shell of cruelty and ruthlessness.

He was human. Just as much human as I was. He’d been through something traumatic, and he really couldn’t run away from the world he was born into. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know that.”

“I didn’t tell you this to make you pity me. I told you so you can understand that I didn’t have much I wanted, but I’ll never let the things I want go.”

My heart raced. “And I’m one of those things you want?”

“Yes.” His answer was simple, short and straight to the point. Yet, it was enough to make my stomach twist and my throat close up. I’d lost my appetite.

I could feel the walls I’d been building as I came here slowly melt away. I could feel my own emotions gripping me with cold hands. “I think we should leave.”

“Finish up your food.”

“No, I’m okay.” I wiped my mouth with a napkin.

Vlad pressed the silver bell in front of us and a waiter came in. He settled the bills which was over$5000.

Our drive back to my place was quiet. Vlad minded the steering and I stared blankly at the street lamps, my head clouded with thoughts. My head knew what I needed—to stay away from Vlad. Being with him meant I was okay with my world turning upside down.

The problem lay with my heart. It wanted him. It craved for him like a beast and nothing else satiate the hunger to have him.

Vlad pulled over in the parking lot, getting out of the car. I opened the door and slid out. I couldn’t accept any gesture of kindness from him.

He was not a gentleman. He was a ruthless mobster and I needed to do a better job at reminding myself who he was.

Our bodies collided as I climbed down from my seat. My back pressed against the car, and Vlad was angled over me, his tall frame towering over mine.

He was so dangerously close to me that I could feel the heat rolling off him. It seeped through my pores, coursed through my veins and simmered in my cores, awakening a heartbeat between my legs.

My pulsed raced, my resolve to stay away from him melting away with the soft wind as it rustled strands of my hair to my face.

Vlad tucked the strands behind my ear, his fingers brushed through my skin and a deadly spark flamed between us. “Vlad…” I swallowed. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to say or if I needed to say anything.

His eyes were boring into mine intensely and I could feel the air crackle between us. “You swear you want to run away from me, Mariana.” His voice low and husky. He raised his hand, tracing my lips with his fingers. “But why is your heart beating so fast? Why does it seem like you’re dying to be in my arms?’

“I’m not.” Two words. Those were all my fizzled brain could come up with when I was in the face of grave danger. Hot, sexy, flirty danger in dark gray suit.

He leaned forward, leveling his lips with mine. “Then push me away. I dare you.”

I opened my mouth to retort but swallowed my words back when his lips met mine and he began to kiss me.

I froze for a moment, sealing my teeth to not let him in.You shouldn’t give in, Mariana.

But when his hand caressed my cheeks, his tongue prying between my teeth in an attempt to gain entrance.

As soon as I let him in, he was kissing me like a starved animal. His tongue ravenously thrusting into my mouth, tearing through my walls and consuming me until I found myself kissing him back and moaning into his mouth.

We were both hungry for each other. Our desire primal and urgent.

Regret be damned. I couldn’t think of a place I would rather be than right here with Vlad and letting our tongues make love to each other.

His hand roamed over my body freely, rippling me of my dress from my chest down and exploring my sensitive organs.

I hadn’t worn a bra, so as soon as my breast sprung free, Vlad fled into action, bringing his mouth down and sucking one of them. He flicked my nipple with his tongue, twirling and teasing me.

I didn’t remember us kissing in his office the first time we met. I only remembered his thrusts and the dirty words he whispered into my ears.

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