Page 90 of Forced Bratva Virgin Assistant

I tilted my head to the side, confused, unsure of whether to be scared or anxious. “I’ll try not to.”

“Your friend, Josh….”

“What about him?” I squinted my eyes, worried that something might’ve happened to him.

“He, uh…he works for me.”

My brows rose instinctively. “Huh?”

“I asked him to keep an eye on you since you both were in the same class,” he explained. “I wasn’t stalking you or anything. I just wanted to make sure none of my enemies came close to you.”

“I don’t…I don’t understand.” I scratched my forehead. “Josh works for you, how?”

“I told you before. I have eyes and ears in the city.”

“So….” I leaned back in my chair. “All that time I was away, you knew exactly what I was doing?”

“Not really,” he answered. “I was only interested in your safety.”

“Hmm.” I tapped my finger on my jaw.

“Are you angry?” He stared at me with a soft expression.

“No.” Slowly, my lips parted into a bright smile. “I’m glad that you chose to protect me even while we were apart. It shows how much you care.”

He reached across the table and took my hand. “Tell me, what did I do to deserve you?”

My cheeks flushed, and my eyes crinkled at the corners. “I can name a few things.”

He chuckled faintly, his thumb caressing the back of my hand. “I can’t wait to start a family with you, Emi.”

“Me neither.” I curved my lips into a seductive grin, my foot teasing his leg under the table. “We can get to work right away if you don’t mind.” I bit my index finger, my toes climbing up his leg.

He yanked his brows. “Like right now?”

“Mm-hmm.” I nodded. “There’s no one else here but us.”

He rose from his chair. “You’re so naughty.”

“I’m naughty for you, Daddy.”

He walked over to me—tall, handsome, and ravishing.

“God, you turn me on so much, and it’s not fair.” I spread out my legs, my chest heaving with slow breaths.

He kissed my lips with the kind of fervency that fanned the flames of my desire. Adrik dropped to his knees in front of me, lifted the hem of my dress, and stuck his head between my thighs.

I moaned, arching my back in response to his touch. He shifted my panties to the side and parted my vulva with his tongue. I reached down, pressing his head deeper between my legs, unable to get enough.

The feeling was electric, a reminder that he owned my spirit, soul, and body.

I threw my head back, chanting his name as he made me feel like a goddess—worshipped and adored.

Anytime, anywhere, I’d choose Adrik Tarasov as my life partner over and over again.

He was my biggest motivation and my biggest turn-on.

Crazy!

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