Page 61 of Forbidden Bratva Virgin

Silence pressed in, thick and suffocating. I didn’t look away, even as my heart pounded. This wasn’t a confession seeking absolution. There was no remorse in his voice. Just a simple, undeniable truth that he killed his father and didn’t regret it.

And he wanted me to know it.

For months, I had tried to understand Miron, peeling back layers of his anger and control issues, sifting through the jagged edges of who he was. And now I saw that the man standing before me wasn’t born; he was made.

I swallowed, my throat tight. “And after?”

His lips quirked, not in amusement, but something far more bitter. “After? I cleaned the blood off my hands, packed a bag, and never looked back. ThePakhanwas kind enough to take my brother and me his wings, and that’s how it has been ever since. We have served him with loyalty, in everything. And that’s why—”

“Your marriage to Alina was arranged,” I finished for him. “It’s more like a transaction than anything else.”

“Yes. And I agreed because, as I said, the mechanics of this world are all I have ever known. I never have second thoughts about my loyalty and unparalleled obedience to thePakhan.”

The gravity of his words pressed against my ribs, and yet, I didn’t recoil. I should have. A part of me, the rational part, knew that. But I couldn’t.

Because for the first time, Miron wasn’t hiding. And I couldn’t look away from that. The therapist in me wanted to probe deeper with questions to keep the conversation flowing for therecords and reports.But my emotions which I had tried so hard to keep at bay overpowered all other rational thoughts.

I should have said something. Instead, I watched. My hands rested in my lap, fingers curled against the fabric of my skirt, grounding myself. I told myself I wasn’t disappointed as he moved toward the door, smoothing out the creases in his jacket. I told myself I wasn’t affected when his dark gaze locked onto mine one last time.

His lips parted slightly before he finally spoke. “That was until you came along. I’ve never had regrets or second guesses about anything at all. Yet you…you do something to me, Hazel.”

The words landed softly, but they struck deep.

In that moment, all my training, all the carefully constructed walls between us, scattered. My pulse skipped, and I felt something dangerous curling in my chest, something I wasn’t supposed to feel. If I sat there for too long, he was going to leave, and that would be the last I’d see or hear of him.

But my heart waged war against it, propelling me to my feet, pushing me toward him before his hand could touch the knob on the door.

I wrapped my arms around his waist, with my face pressed in his back, as tears poured from my eyes. The same tears I thought I’d blocked from flowing last night.

“Miron, no, don’t go.” He didn’t turn around, but I felt his shoulders slacken, and he let me hold him much longer. “You do something to me, too. It’s insane how much I think about you. I mean, where logic is concerned, everything is wrong about this; with all you’ve told me, I should be running for the hills, but I’m not. I don’t want to let you go. God, I know it’s selfish of me. We barely even know each other—”

“…and there is nothing I would keep from you, unless it’s unnecessary or confidential.” He turned around, and I got a good glance into his eyes. They were hard as granite but not with anger. Smoldering heat blazed in his eyes, and his hands cradled my face. “The necklace. It’s not there.”

Trust Miron to notice every minute detail.

“I took it off.”

Carefully, he searched my face. “You don’t think about him?”

“I broke up with him.”

Miron scoffed, and then, the craziest thing happened. He laughed. Wide mouth, twinkling blue eyes, and pure joy. The throaty sound traveled straight through my chest, fueling the fire already burning within, and stirred a pool between my legs.

“Interesting development,” he growled, and before I could mutter a word, he crashed his lips against mine.

The world around us slowed down to a fading noise.

God.

I’d missed him so freaking much. I moaned like a satisfied maniac. My eyelids fluttered shut, and I melted into his arms like pudding, fisting his shirt until my nails scraped the solid mold of his ripped torso. The aroma of breakfast wasn’t appealing; I couldn’t even stand my favorite doughnuts, but…Jesus. Miron’s mouth was a healing balm.

What I felt for this man had grown beyond a fatal attraction; it was a deepening, maddening experience that kept drawing me in like a black hole.

We moved against each other, grabbing, biting, nipping, and sucking like hungry predators feasting on prey in the savanna. Beneath my clothes, my nipples peaked, aching for him, and the warmth between my legs grew extremely uncomfortable.

Miron grabbed my hips, hoisting one leg from the ground to drape around his waist as he slammed me against the wall, knocking the breath out of my lungs. He was aggressive, and I wasn’t backing down either. He pressed against me, the hard bulge between his legs digging deeper between mine, and the tension brewing between us grew into a tsunami, blowing and crashing every reservation we’d ever had.

He smiled against my lips, his hot breath fanning my mouth. “Did you expect this to happen?”

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