Page 54 of Forbidden Bratva Virgin

She remembered the food we had that night. The direct order I’d placed from La Vine.

“This was the only place I could think of. The Tavern reminds me of Axel.”

And the first night we’d had a genuine connection.

I could feel her pulse fluttering beneath my grip, her chest rising and falling too quickly, and it drew my attention to her breasts. Though hidden behind that olive green dress, I knew what they looked like: their taste and texture. And my mouth watered to have her again.

She could pretend all she wanted, but I knew the truth. She wasn’t unaffected. She wasn’t indifferent.

“Well, it doesn’t fucking matter. There were a thousand other restaurants to choose from, and you picked here.”

“Because I could.” She eyed me defiantly.

“And I’m here, too, so you don’t get to do all of that mushy stuff when I’m still around,” I said, my voice dropping even lower. “Especially not with that idiot.”

“You’re being unreasonable, and you’re acting crazy again.”

“What was that?”

Her breath hitched. I watched her throat bob as she swallowed, and when she finally spoke, it was softer. “Why are you doing this, Miron? Why do you care so much anyway? It was just one night of misplaced affection. Why can’t you let it go?”

It was a question I’d asked myself over and over again.Why couldn’t I just let it go?But only one answer came back to haunt me. I’d fed my obsession, and it had grown into a wild, consuming fire. She thought it was hard to walk away from her cheating boyfriend?

She didn’t know the first thing about struggling to walk away. This right here—being close to her, inhaling her, wanting her—threatened all my inhibitions and made me forget who had control.

I exhaled sharply, the corner of my mouth curling in something dark. I let go of her wrist only to slide my fingers higher to her jaw, tilting her face, but she refused to look me in the eye.

“You know why I can’t let it go. I want you, Hazel. I want you madly and deeply. I want to fuck you until all you can think and breathe is me.”

And then she looked up at me, her breaths coming fast, her lips parted in shock or maybe something else. I remembered we weren’t supposed to be alone. We weren’t supposed to be this close.

But her big eyes were filled with something she didn’t want to say out loud. Something I wasn’t ready to admit. And without thinking, before I could stop myself, before I could remember all the reasons she’d listed to prove why this was wrong, I kissed her.

Hard.

She gasped against my mouth, but she didn’t pull away. No, she melted into me, her hands fisting in my jacket. It was rough and fucking desperate—because that was how she made me feel, like we were trying to tear something out of each other, something we couldn’t have.

Her nails scraped against my neck, my hands gripping her waist like I was afraid she’d slip away. It was fire, and it burned like hell, but I didn’t care.

“Miron….”

I buried my face between her neck, breathing her scent in like an animal in heat. Christ. I was fucked. I pressed my hips deeper, dragged my fingers to her hips to grip those soft thighs. “That’s it. Say my fucking name,moy dorogaya Kheyzel.”My dear Hazel.

She shuddered in my arms, whimpering when I kissed her jaw and finally found her lips again.

“Miron,” she moaned into my mouth, and I swallowed it. Licked it. Tasted the wine on her warm tongue and had a strange feeling that I’d never have enough of this woman.

“Miron, please….” Then she broke, her voice shaking, with tears in her eyes. She clutched a pendant hanging around her neck with a death grip, and it was the first time I’d noticed she wore it consistently. Even that night.

“Please, no. I’m begging you. I can’t. We can’t. This is wrong.”

I was burning up, and she was begging. Begging me to stop.

And just like that, I did.

I pulled back, chest heaving, heart hammering like a fist against my ribs. Her lips were red, her breath uneven.

I should’ve walked away first, turned around and left her crying there without once looking over my shoulder.

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