"I would set the world aflame, and never let a single one touch you."
"You better not, or I'll set you on fire."
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Nikolai Alekseev; The leader of the most powerful group in the world - The Bratva. He has lived his life with the only purpose...
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I felt goosebumps rise on my arms as gentle touches feathered across my skin.
Letting out a soft sigh, I snuggled deeper into the warm pillow, my arms wrapping around its heat.
Rapid thumps began to pour into my ears. I furrowed my brows, opening my eyes as I adjusted them to the bright light.
My palms pushed against the firm mattress in attempt to raise myself. However, I was restricted by a pair of two burly logs.
I let out a squeal, followed by a gravelly groan. I looked up at him, noticing his eyes still closed.
"Let go of me, you dickwad." I practically screeched.
His forearms just tightened.
Cunt.
I shoved against his rigid chest, blushing when I realized how intimate our position was.
My legs were wrapped around his, as I was in a straddling stance.
My face flushed. Sure, he was conventionally attractive with a God-like body, but I was not going to fall into his trap. Girl power and whatnot.
He peaked his scarred eye open, "You done yet?" his Russian accent harsh and raspy.
My throat ran dry and I felt something tingle.
Bitch, grow some balls man. This is embarrassing.
I straightened my back and cleared my throat. He simply shut his eye and pulled my frame against him once more.
"Go back to sleep. It's so early." He whispered.
I felt shivers travel down my spine. I caught on that he noticed by his slightly upturned smile.
I, not so gently, threw myself around until he left go of his hold.
I rehashed the events from the previous night, how he got me a ridiculously expensive pair of glasses, the panic attack, and him tucking me into his arms for bed.
I wanted to vanish in thin air.
"You." I pointed, watching his naked chest drowned in muscle, flex.
I sucked in a quick breath, my eyes shooting back up to his, noticing the amused flicker of emotion.
He let out a soft grunt, moving his arm above his head to rest on his eyes.
