Page 12 of Sexting My Bratva Boss (Mafia Silver Foxes #1)

I swallow, tipping my head back onto his shoulder as one hand plays with my pussy, the other palming my breast. I don’t want to tell him the truth: that all day I’ve been anticipating when this will happen next.

When he’ll demand more of me.

Abruptly, almost violently, he pulls my panties down my legs, leaving me in just the garter belt and stockings. The air in the room ghosts over my clit and my knees tremble for a moment.

“Bed.”

I obey immediately, moving toward the bed, looking back over my shoulder when I’m unsure of how he wants me. He stalks toward me, pausing only to shuck off his clothing. He’s not wearing boxers this time, and his cock springs free, thick, and bouncing against his thighs.

The memory of how it filled me up, how tight I felt around him, makes my pussy throb.

“Bend over. I want to take my time with you, Audrey, but I have another obligation tonight. So, you’ll take me—all of me—and then I want you to lie here while my cum drips out of you. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I gasp, bracing myself against the bed as he turns me to face it.

Konstantin rams into me.

It should be painful, but I’m so wet and ready for him that it only makes me moan in satisfaction.

“You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?”

He pounds into me, one hand gripping my hip, the other pulling my leg up onto the bed and opening me up. He changes the angle, and I gasp out again, “ Yes.”

It’s the only thing I can say as he growls commands and dirty questions.

“You like when I fuck you like this?”

Yes.

“You feel how badly I want you? How hard you make me?”

Yes.

“Are you ready for me, Audrey? I need you to take it like a good girl. Yes, just like that.”

Yes, yes, yes.

He’s so rough that pleasure and pain blend together until I’m practically screaming under him, my hips ramming back into his. His cock stretches me, the wet sound of every thrust bringing me closer to the edge.

“Just like that,” he bites out, pushing me down between the shoulder blades and pinning me to the bed.

He grunts with each thrust, and as I recognize the quickening pace that means he’s going to come, I find my own orgasm.

At the thought of him spilling into me. At the thought of being bred by him, fucked until I’m pregnant, and then probably fucked more judging by just how voracious he is.

As he comes he moans in Russian, words I don’t recognize and can’t even grasp with my hazy mind. My body jerks forward with each slow thrust, reveling in the feel of his hand holding my ass down as he fucks into me.

Eventually Konstantin pulls out. I can’t help the whimper I let out, wanting to feel his weight on top of me, his huge cock softening inside me.

“What did I tell you,” he says gruffly. “Get on the bed.”

Somehow, I manage to drag myself onto the king-sized bed and turn over, knees bent as I stare at the ceiling. Konstantin moves around outside of my field of vision, then comes back with a pillow. He uses it to prop up my hips.

Our eyes meet.

A dribble of cum spreads down from my pussy. He grins a slow, devilish grin, silver hair glinting in the city lights outside. Using his fingers, he gathers the cum and stuffs it back into my pussy roughly. My body tries to clench, useless with the aftershocks of the orgasm.

“Good girl. I want you to stay like that until I tell you that you can go.”

I nod, sighing contentedly. Konstantin comes back with a warm rag and lays it between my legs but doesn’t clean me up.

Not yet.

I can hear him dressing, and still mindless with satisfaction, I blurt out, “I’m surprised you sent a car for me right in front of the Spire. Everyone noticed.”

His laugh is low, dark.

“You think I don’t want them to know?”

His words make me freeze.

“You… you’re okay with everyone finding out? That I’m yours?”

I prop myself up on my elbows, trying to find him in the dim light. His large shoulders and torso are backlit by the streetlamps. “You want them to know that we’re… doing this?”

I don’t say, That you send a car for me after work to fuck me senseless. I don’t say, That you’re breeding me to carry your child, and I like it so much I’m wet all day at my chair, waiting for you to come get me.

He turns, eyes serious and cold.

“They would find out one way or another, Audrey. And if they know, you can’t run, can you? Because either they’d catch you, or I would. Which, do you imagine, is worse?”

The look in his eyes… it’s what I imagine many men have seen in their last moments. He’s like a predator, devoid of any emotion, and I feel like a piece of meat laid out on his bed.

“Olena Belov showed up at the house.”

Turning away from me, he says only, “I know.”

Tears gather at the corner of my eyes. I dash them away quickly, not wanting to see how this upsets me; that he doesn’t care that his own associates are violating any privacy I might have, showing up to question me about what Konstantin wants with me.

What am I supposed to say to them?

It feels ridiculous to say that he wants just that: me.

That for some reason, he thinks I’m good enough to bear his heir.

“I’m sorry.”

The shock his words bring stop the tears from coming.

“I told her she overstepped, and she understands. That is her way of looking out for me.” He turns to face me, now dressed again, though in a different suit.

It’s beige, understated, and looks wonderful on him.

Through the dress shirt it’s easy to see how good of shape he’s in, his chest like a rock, his tapered waist.

“She doesn’t trust you.”

I swallow, swinging my legs beneath me without thinking. “I understand.”

Konstantin’s eyes flicker to my now kneeing posture on the bed, and my heart thuds with fear.

I didn’t wait for him to tell me I could move.

But his gaze slides away, and he gently gathers my dress and heels, setting them on the bed. “My driver is outside. You have two choices: he will bring you home. Or you can wait until I return from dinner. You can shower, get back in bed, and wait for me to come back.”

He takes my chin in his hand, searching my face.

“I’ll have more time to make this… worth your while.”

His lips curl with the promise, beard ghosting my jaw as he lays a kiss just below my ear.

Konstantin Martynov disappears from the room, leaving me in the dark.

I should go home. Clean up. Curl up with my books.

But I know that I’ll stay. He’s like a drug and I’ll let him destroy me, if only for the moments he makes me feel sublime.