Page 68 of Plus-Size Bratva Bride

“What are you doing?” I demand, standing next to the sofa and glaring at her.

“What do you mean?” she asks, lowering the book and resting it against her chest, open on the page she is busy with.

“Don’t play coy with me, Jade. You know exactly what I mean.” My heart is beating faster than it should be and the anger is quickly rising.

“Rad—“ she stammers. “I—it’s—what do you mean?” Her face has gone pale, she looks shocked by my confrontation. Obviously, I haven’t ever spoken to her like this before. I’ve only ever been gentle and warm towards her.

“Your cold games. The way you think you have a right to tease me with possibilities for a future with you, but then the next moment you refuse to even look at me,” I snap.

“A future?” she mumbles, setting the book down and sitting upright on the sofa. She no longer looks comfortable.

“Don’t play games with me, starfish. It’s time for you to tell me exactly what it is you want from me. I can’t take this anymore. You need to decide, and I want to know. Right now.”

She stands up, tilting her head and knotting her brows.

“Decide what?” she asks cautiously.

“Are you kidding? You have to decide if you want this? What the hell are you doing here? Don’t pretend like you don’t know exactly what I’m talking about.” I’m shouting, and I hate shouting, but she has to hear me.I’m silently going crazy. Day by day—losing myself to her.

She opens her mouth to speak but then changes her mind.

“Say it.”

“What?”

“The first thing that came to mind. I dare you,” I snarl.

“Stop being like this,” she snaps back at me.

“I won’t. I have a right to know what you want from me. Have I not tried to give you everything you need?” I step closer to her, closing the distance between us and feeling that string that ties us pulling tighter against my heart.

“You don’t just get to march in here and start shouting at me!” she yells with wild panic in her eyes. She’s flustered and overwhelmed. I can see straight through her.

Her hazel eyes are fuming, sparking yellow and fierceness. She turns as though she wants to walk away from me, and I grab the back of her neck, pulling her back to face me. “No,” I whisper darkly. “You don’t get to leave now, you don’t get to shut me out, Jade. Can’t you see what you are doing to my heart?” My tone has gone from angry to darkly desperate.

I hold her face close to mine and force her to look at me. I want her to see the pain in my eyes. The need. The urgency.

“Radmir,” she whispers, her breath warm against my mouth.

I grip the back of her neck tighter.

“You’re hurting me,” she whispers.

“Talk to me, Jade.” Our eyes are locked and the flicker of fear in hers is a temptation I never knew I wanted.

A single tear drifts down her cheek, falling silently. I let it fall. I don’t wipe it away for her.

“I love you,” she whispers, so quietly it’s lost on her lips.

But I heard her.

And my heart explodes like a nuclear bomb, shooting pain and joy through my body.

I crash my mouth into hers and nothing else matters.

Kissing her now is more intense and more intimate than ever before. She is mine. She confessed it. She loves me and I love her.

I want to tell her… I want to say the words to her, but I can’t do anything but kiss her. Taste her, consume her, until she is entirely and utterly spent in my arms.

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