Page 35 of Plus-Size Bratva Bride

An hour before the party starts, I ask Ruslana for an update and a photo of the dress she chose. She tells me to try my luck elsewhere because she isn’t spilling any secrets. From the short back and forth of our banter I think they have been having fun, which is great.

I guess I better get ready and start making my way there soon.

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The party is thriving, pulsing with energy, loud music and crowds of people—some I don’t know and some I know verywell. I push through the crowds towards the bar to get a drink, greeting people along the way.

Ruslana told me they are running a few minutes late.

I keep scanning the sea of faces, searching for Jade. It’s odd to think I’ve missed her company in this short few hours she’s been away.

“Whisky, on the rocks,” I nod at the bar tender.

“Right away, sir,” he says, grabbing the crystal bottle and pouring me a short glass of whisky. Then, using polished silver tongs, he drops three blocks of ice into it.

“Thanks.”

I pick up the drink and sip it as I turn around, leaning my back against the bar to watch the crowd.

But when my eyes land on Jade, I choke on the whisky and practically spit it back into the glass.

Embarrassed, I quickly wipe my hand across my mouth and clear my throat.

What the fuck, holy shit, I can’t believe what I’m seeing…

Jade looks like a goddess. Like the goddess of fire and passion and beauty. Aphrodite could stand next to her and no one would even glance away from Jade.

She’s wearing a long black dress with thin straps and a low dipped neck line. It flows down to the floor and has red handstitched gems around the floating skirt which creep upwards like flames.

It looks like the dress was custom-made for her. It hangs over her voluptuous curves as though it were caressing her body.

My cock stirs and I beg myself to stay in control.

Jade turns, searching through the crowd.

I growl, low and deep when I see the slit running all the way up to her hip. She can’t possibly be wearing underwear with a slit that high. And the back of the dress scoops low it’s showing off a gorgeous little butterfly tattoo on her back that I never knew she had.

Her hair is hanging in big loose curls around her shoulders, the red ends of her dark hair is a mimic of the design of her dress.

I can’t look anywhere but at her and after a moment I realize I haven’t breathed in a while.

I take in a sharp breath.

Fuck me.

She is… Indescribably perfect.

Jade hasn’t noticed me yet, but I quickly see that other men at the party have noticed her. Their eyes drawn to her curvaceous beauty, all of the woman that she is. I can see they want her.

But she’s mine.

I don’t even want them looking at her and a thick, dangerous streak of possessiveness spikes through me.

A man walks over to her and strikes up a conversation.

I’m curious to see how she will respond to his advances, so I hesitate before walking towards her as well.

She looks shy and nervous. Almost uncomfortable.

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