Chapter Eighteen

Desire pooled in her belly as she remembered what they had done together and the urge to touch him almost overwhelmed her. It did not seem to matter to her body who or what he was, she wanted him, he had lit a flame inside her and it burned brightly at his nearness. She gave a small gasp as her green eyes met his blazing blue ones,

‘How do you feel now my little Zaya’

He asked and she licked her dry lips forcing her feelings for him down inside her and locking them away tightly she did her best to wriggle away from him,

‘You, you, you are.’

She stuttered wide-eyed and he saw she was afraid of him now her hand was shaking as she pointed at him,

‘Yes. I am the Bratva Pakhan, you know now and I will no longer hide who I am.’

He said lifting his head and keeping eye contact he was making no apologies,

‘Are you afraid of me little Zaya?’

She looked back at him biting her lip to stop it from trembling,

‘You’re the Mafia’

She whispered and he heard the fear in her voice,

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