Page 18 of Virgin Bratva Prisoner

My stomach is growling. I’m so hungry and I really need a cup of coffee.

I walk into the kitchen and stop dead in my tracks.

Oleg turns around to face me.

“Good morning. Did you sleep ok?” he asks, as though I was a guest, and not here by force.

“What do you care if I slept ok or not?” I snap angrily.

He shrugs and takes a mug down from the cabinet above him. “Can I make you a coffee?”

“I don’t want your coffee,” I say, knowing it’s not true. I really want coffee. But I don’t want him to make it for me and then somehow think I owe him something.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Raisa. How do you like your coffee? Or are you a tea person?”

I sigh.

"One sugar. With milk."

I stand as far away from him as I can. The kitchen is massive, so it’s easy to keep the distance between us.

Despite my intense anger towards him I still find myself checking him out as he stands with his back towards me.

I can see the muscles of his back beneath the thin white t-shirt he is wearing.

Dammit.

He’s sexy.

I wish I wasn’t so intensely attracted to him.

I wish I could stop thinking about that damn kiss—and how it felt when he pinned me down last night.

Oleg turns towards me, a cup of coffee in his hand.

He places it on the counter next to me.

“Thanks,” I mutter, not wanting to speak to him at all.

“Pleasure,” he replies casually.

Looking up at him and taking a deep breath, I dare to ask, “When can I go home?”

His dark eyes pierce into me as his eyes narrow. My breathing gets faster, heavier. My eyes drift to his lips. He doesn’t say a word. His gaze seems to cut straight through me.

“Do you prefer eggs for breakfast or a fruit salad and some oats?” He asks, turning away again—completely ignoring my question.

“Coffee is fine,” I sigh, then walk out of the kitchen because I can’t handle being so close to him and thinking inappropriate thoughts that won’t get out of my head.

The sooner I get home, the better. The less time I spend near him, the better.

I don’t like the effect he has on me.

I don’t like the fact that I want to throw myself into his arms so that I can experience that kiss again.

It makes me really angry that I’m even thinking about that.

I decide that the best thing for me to do is to hide away in the guest bedroom as much as possible until my brothers come to get me.