Page 28 of Pregnant Bratva Possession

“He’s all yours,devochka.”

I flashed a smile at him, then at Nikolai and Maxim. “Thank you.” My smile dropped when I peered at Vlad. “Outside. Now!” I didn’t give him a chance to refuse when I stomped out of the room.

The door creaked open a second later and Vlad came outside, his expression blank. He was wearing a simple black shirt tonight and a pair of jeans and sneakers.

His shirt showed off his muscles and tattoos. In a flash of a second, I wondered what he would look like beneath his shirt. I imagined more tattoos, firm muscles and tan skin.

Heat splintered down my spine and my cheeks flushed. His hair was tied up in a bun tonight, diamond studs sparkling on his ears and all his fingers cladded with golden rings.

He looked like a man who wouldn’t hesitate to put a bullet through a person’s head just for daring to look at him the wrong way.

But I wasn’t terrified. Instead, I could feel an ache between my legs. I was still hungover from that night in the parking lot.

“You will not give me orders in front of my brothers and any of my men. Do you understand?”

The look in his eyes was terrifying, his tone deep and dark and sexy. I was twisted, and not in a good way. “Why can’t I? You don’t want them to know how much of an asshole you are?”

“I’m warning you,moya vezda.”He hadn’t called me that in a while. I should’ve been afraid, but the fact that he called methat made me want to test the waters. I knew he wasn’t really mad.

“You left me half-naked in the parking lot of my apartment and you’re mad because I gave you an order?” I snorted. “What will you do about it? Punish me? I’d like to see you try.”

He prowled towards me like I imagined a tiger would prowl towards a prey. He grabbed my wrist, hauling me out of the casino. We weaved through the sea of people in the club, all heads turning in our direction as I struggled to free myself from his grasp and when we got to the parking lot, he shoved me in his car and rounded to the driver’s seat.

“What do you think you are doing?” I asked, panting from all the writhing and struggling I had done earlier. “Where are you taking me?”

“To teach you some manners.”

He ignited the engine and navigated the car out of the driveway. “But my car…”

“Alexei will bring it to you in the morning,” he answered before I could finish. “You shouldn’t have accepted my invitation,moya vezda.Now there is no chance for you to escape me.”

I bit back a dirty smile. For some reason, I liked this Vlad. Dominating and scary in a sexy way.

All of thirty minutes passed before Vlad pulled the car to a stop in front of a penthouse. Certainly! Here’s a fictional scene depicting the ambiance of a luxurious penthouse.

The stars shone brightly overhead, casting a warm golden glow across the city skyline, the penthouse stood proudly atop the gleaming residential tower.

Vlad got out of the car and made his way to the passenger seat, getting me off my seatbelt and helping me out.

He threaded our fingers together, the heat from his big, strong hands warming mine. I loved that he was holding me.

At the pinnacle of the building, the private elevator doors glided open silently. We got in and it whisked us all the way up.

I didn’t get a chance to admire the interior of the penthouse as we got into the living room because Vlad tossed my bag to the ground, then he cupped my face and began to kiss me with no prior warning.

My limps tense, air draining from my lungs, and electricity rippled over my body. He was kissing me with the passion of a man who’d been starved, so ravenously and deliciously.

I kissed him back and he deepened our kiss. My arms spread over his broad shoulders, wrapping around his neck. My tongue entangled with his, both our breaths ragged as we kissed each other with a deep primal longing.

A deep groan rumbled in his chest, followed by the snaking of his arms around my waist. He lifted me with one hand and I curled my legs around him. He carried me to the bedroom, throwing me gently on his soft, fluffy king-sized bed.

He ripped his shirt off, revealing ripped layers of firm, tan skin, covered in ink just like I imagined. My throat dried up, my tongue darting out and swiping over my lips.

Fucking hell.

Vlad had the perfect body. His abs were so thick I was certain even a bullet wouldn’t penetrate. God, I wanted to run my hands through them, feel every inch of muscle in them.

He crawled on top of me, stopping between my legs and claiming my lips again. I moaned into his mouth, my hand exploring his body. Shit. He was so hot, his kiss so good and intense it consumed me.

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