Page 17 of Forbidden Bratva Virgin

I lowered my face to the intruder curled up by my side.

It was a girl with auburn hair, scattered freckles dusting her nose and cheeks, and green eyes that reminded me of emeralds; unlike the majority of girls here, she had longer legs, curvy hips, and fuller thighs. Which strangely reminded me of a certain someone.

If we were on the topic of honesty, then I was going to be honest and say that this girl was fucking gorgeous. Her warmth was enough noise cancellation for me, and the repeated motions of her fingers slipping between the buttons on my shirt made me want to rip them off and relax while she worked her magic. It was attraction and nothing else, but I considered dropping my tumbler and giving in to the fleeting carnal desire.

“What’s your name?”

She blushed. “Genevieve.”

“You’re sure you can do that for me?” I gestured toward the girl between Damir’s legs, who was now dancing in nothing but a thong.

Genevieve nodded and pressed her palms flat on my abdomen. “I can do even better. All you have to do is say the word. Whichever way you want it, I’m down.”

I opened my mouth, but the music suddenly stopped.

Looking away from Genevieve, I found the men staring at a woman who stood by the music system with the control tightly curled in her fist. Trying to figure out when she got in here and snatched the control without anyone noticing was pointless. Her random pop-ups at the oddest hours were another thing I’d gotten used to.

I rolled my eyes when she glared at the woman in my arms, looking ready to pounce on her and rip her off with her bare hands.

“Not tonight, honey. Get your fucking paws off him.”

Genevieve raised her eyes to mine, silently asking for my permission.

All engines powered down, and I rose to my feet, turning away from the look of disappointment etched all over her face when she scrambled off the couch and moved out of sight.

Damien side-eyed me with an amused expression and twisted on the couch with the girls stuck in his arms like glue. “Talk about the angel, and she appears. Nice to see you again, Alina. For a moment, I thought you’d gone into exile.”

“Such an excellent sense of humor you have, Damien.” She flashed a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

Ignoring my brother, Damir’s blank stare, and the rest of the men gaping at the scene, I motioned for her to follow me. “Come on.”

She threw the control at my brother, mumbled something indistinctly under her breath, and fell into step behind me.

When Damien said I was starving, he’d indirectly referred to the three months’ absence of the woman who was currently walking into an empty bedroom with me.

Alina Ivanova.

My fiancée.

And I’d gone long enough without the touch of a woman that seeing her didn’t immediately spark any interest to shift her panties. Not that I would have come around to shifting Genevieve’s either.

Flicking her raven-black hair over her shoulders, she shut the door but didn’t move away from it. I sat at the edge of the bed with my hands on my knees, and we stared at each other in utter silence until I decided to break it.

“You look good. I like the fit.”

Alina scoffed and folded her arms across her small bosom with narrowed eyes. “It’s a dress you’ve seen before, a dressyoubought.”

“Then, I like the dress I bought. You look good in it.”

“No, Miron, you don’t get to pull up that acting-indifferent card with me.” Alina pushed away from the door, stomping toward me, brows drawn, and her glossy lips pulled in a disapproving frown. “Baby, what is this? Why didn’t you tell me Damien was throwing a party?”

I didn’thaveto tell her shit, and I also didn’t particularly tolerate being questioned. But where Ivanova’s daughter was concerned, it was pertinent that I created limited exceptions.

As a leader of another prominent Russian fraction, Ivanova earned his stripes by being quick-witted and sharp-minded and having a knack for strategic alliances, which expanded our influences. Needless to say, this solidified his position within the Bratva. For decades, he had shown loyalty to thePakhanand, therefore, earned my respect as well.

“You mean fuck-gathering, right? Because that is what this will end up being before midnight. It isn’t an actual party. You know that.” I propped a pillow behind my back and pressed into it. But Alina wasn’t having it.

I sighed, rubbing between my eyes. What would it take for a man to just relax around here?

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