Page 6 of Konstantin (Marinov Bratva #1)

CHAPTER SIX

KONSTANTIN

The more I see her, the more I want her.

And that continues to be a problem.

She lowers herself onto the sofa beside me, keeping a safe distance. I almost laugh. She thinks she’ll take off her clothes and fuck strangers every weekend, but she’s afraid to sit next to me?

I slide closer, my leg brushing hers. When my fingers trace along her thigh, she inhales sharply, a subtle tremor rippling through her. Amused, I watch my hand nearly swallow her whole.

“You’re so small,” I mostly say to myself.

She scoffs. “No, I’m average. You’re just a big guy. You’d probably break me.”

A faint blush creeps up her face, like she didn’t mean to say that out loud. My chuckle comes easily. With my other hand, I drag my knuckles down her soft cheek, and when her eyes meet mine, awareness overtakes me .

“Breaking you is something I’ve thought about on repeat since the moment I met you.”

She sucks in a sharp breath, her nipples pebbling beneath that tiny red dress I want to rip into shreds and use to tie her to my bed.

There’s so much I want to do to her. But if I let her work here and she touches anyone else, I’ll get a little trigger-happy. That wouldn’t be good for business.

Maybe I need a real test. To really see how much I can handle.

There’s a knock on my door, and I already know from the sound that it’s my personal assistant.

“Come in.”

Tanya steps inside, holding a package. Her eyes flick to Tessa and widen slightly, her face flushing. “This just came for you, sir.”

“Thanks.”

She nods, sneaking another glance at me. Probably still hoping I’ll see her as more than the help. That won’t happen.

When the door clicks shut, Tessa lets out a dry laugh. “You fucked her.”

Smirking, I hold her gaze. “Didn’t realize I needed your approval over who I can fuck.”

“You don’t. But it seems to be part of your MO. Fucking your employees.”

“You think you know me, don’t you?”

“I do.” She arches a brow, her tits practically begging for my hands.

“You’d be wrong, Ms. Monroe. I’ve never slept with her, and as far as you, we definitely haven’t fucked.

I’d remember that, believe me, and so would you.

” I slide my finger up the inside of her thigh, and goose bumps rise in my wake, like her body already knows who it belongs to.

“That can change, though. Just say the word.”

“I have no desire to fuck you. I just want a job.” But there’s something in her tone that makes me believe she’s just lying to herself .

Whatever this is between us, she feels it too. She just prefers denial.

My touch glides up to where she’s warm, wet, and tastes like heaven. But she won’t give in easily. No, she wants to be chased. To fight it. Giving in would mean she’s lost. I get it.

Good thing I’m an expert at games.

I pull out my phone and fire off a text, then slip it back into my pocket. If I can handle this, she can have the job. If not, we’ll have to figure something else out, because one thing is certain: this woman is going to be a permanent fixture in my life, however I decide to have her.

“Do you have a boyfriend? Husband?”

Because they’re already dead.

She tosses out a dry laugh. “If I did, why would I be here?”

I grin. “You’d be surprised at what kind of people work at my club.”

She brushes a loose strand of hair from her face, and I have every urge to do it for her. Any excuse to touch her again.

My palm returns to her thigh as our eyes collide. The fire flickering between us flares brighter, and if I’m not careful, she’ll be the one to burn me alive.

A sharp knock at the door has her turning toward the sound.

Right on time.

Veronika struts in, and as soon as she sees Tessa, she grins, giving me a knowing look.

I hate it when this woman is right. She gloats like the best of them.

“Boss. You rang?”

“This is Tessa. She wants to work at the club. I want you to interview her.”

Veronika laughs, shutting the door as Tessa curiously looks between us.

This lioness doesn’t realize the lion’s den she’s stepped into. But she’ll learn. Quickly. Then we’ll see if her bite is as sharp as she wants me to believe.

“An interview?” Tessa asks.

Veronika smirks. “Not the kind you’re thinking.”

I crack my knuckles, already hating this. “Get to it. I have a business meeting in an hour.”

“You probably should’ve told her what to expect before I got here.”

Tessa frowns, while irritation creeps up my spine. I don’t want to do this, but I need to prove I can handle it. That her fucking someone else won’t drive me to madness.

Because if it does, I’m in trouble.

I level her with a look. “Stand up.”

Her eyes widen at my tone, but she submits, rising to her feet. Veronika stands on one side of her while I’m on the other.

“Take off your clothes, Tessa.”

Her features tighten, but she doesn’t hesitate. Fingers hooking into the straps, she drags them down. If I had my hand around her throat, I’d feel her pulse hammering.

My cock strains against my pants, desperate to feel her tight pink cunt around it.

This is a damn mistake. And I don’t make mistakes.

Her dress drags down her body, and the more I see of her, the more my muscles fill with raging need.

When she’s only in her black thong, I motion for her to lose that too.

Her brow curves. Eyes on me, she pushes it down, stepping out of it. Her in nothing but a pair of heels is the most beautiful sight. And far too dangerous.

Veronika steps forward, tilting Tessa’s chin up, their eyes locking as she brushes her thumb across Tessa’s mouth.

My blood boils at that touch alone. At the hunger gleaming in Veronika’s eyes.

“She’s pretty. I can see why…” She lets the thought drift, knowing better than to finish it.

I drop onto the adjacent sofa, watching. A shiver ripples through Tessa, her gaze darting to me as Veronika’s hand trails lower, down her sternum, slipping between her thighs with a single finger.

Na khuy. I won’t be able to handle this. It’s already too much.

Tessa moans—soft, breathy, her fiery gaze slamming onto mine like she’s daring me to react.

I mutter a curse. I can’t just sit here and do nothing. But I can’t touch her. Can’t throw Veronika out either. That’s going to make me appear weak. I have to finish this.

“Sit,” she tells Tessa, pushing her down on the sofa as she drops to her knees. “I’ve been wondering what your pussy tastes like since I walked in.”

She pulls her leg up over her shoulder and spreads her open, a lazy fingertip feathering down Tessa’s glistening core.

But Tessa doesn’t look at her. She only continues to stare at me. She wants my attention. My hunger. My insatiable need. She thrives in it, and I can’t seem to resist.

My muscles coil, indignation and lust warring inside me. No one else should be touching her, making her feel good. Only me.

She’s mine!

When Veronika’s mouth drops to that gorgeous cunt and she takes her first taste, I grip the edge of the sofa, practically tearing through the leather as I watch them together.

Everything inside me fractures, splinters into something feral, while on the outside, I’m still, composed, the perfect picture of control.

It should be me between her thighs. My mouth, my tongue, making her beg. Not anyone else. The thought of her giving that to someone else makes my vision blur. Makes me want to break something .

Or someone .

Tessa gasps, back arching like a damn offering as Veronika’s tongue flicks and her fingers push deeper. Every sound she makes drives another nail into my restraint.

I can’t fucking do this. Nu blyat, I’m losing it. What the hell is wrong with me?

I’ve watched women break before, but this? She’s breaking me.

“Oh God, yes.” Her voice comes out rough, her fingers buried in Veronika’s hair, guiding her with slow, insistent pressure.

Tessa’s lips wind, eyes glazed with lust, and aimed right at me.

She’s provoking me. Taunting me. Playing with fire. And she knows it.

I will punish you for doing this to me. I’ll make sure you never even think about anyone else’s mouth but mine.

“I’m gonna come…” she whimpers, fingers clawing into the leather, body tensing like she’s seconds from unraveling.

No. She won’t.

“Stop. Now.” The command rips from my throat, a guttural growl, raw and untamed, like something caged too long finally snapping its chain.

Veronika freezes, head turning slowly to glance at me over her shoulder, that smug little smile playing on her lips.

She knows. She fucking knows.

I was afraid of this. Terrified of it. If I can’t stomach watching her fall apart for a woman, what the fuck would I do if it was a man?

I’d kill him. Right there. Without hesitation.

“Get. Out.” The air in the room grows thick with the fury I can no longer contain.

Veronika rises, smooth and slow, like she’s proud of the monster she just helped wake up. But I don’t care. There’s only one thought crashing through my mind now.

Tessa belongs to me. And I won’t let anyone else touch her again .

Ever.

“Aye, aye, Captain,” Veronika mutters with a grin, her eyes dropping to the bulge in my pants before she wipes her mouth with slow, smug satisfaction.

But I don’t even see her anymore. My focus is locked on Tessa—panting, flushed, legs squeezed tight like she can shut me out after letting someone else between them.

Like hell she will.

The door clicks shut, and I move, forcing her legs apart, hands gripping her knees and spreading her open, baring that soaked cunt she tried to deny me. Her skin’s flushed, lips parted, body still shaky from what she didn’t get to finish. The glassy look in her eyes nearly undoes me.

“What are you gonna do to me?” she whispers, her chest rising like she can’t pull in enough air.

A cruel smile crawls over my lips. “Whatever the fuck I want.”

And she knows I mean it. Every depraved, filthy, unholy word.