Page 18 of Sexting My Bratva Boss (Mafia Silver Foxes #1)

Konstantin

T he security system alerts me that someone has entered the front door, and I glance up from looking through the auction house’s portfolio.

There are a few items in it I might want for myself; one is a toy that my brother and I had when we were growing up.

I’d found it for him, discarded on the street, and brought it home.

Mikhail’s smile swims in my memory as I stand and go to the wall, hitting a button that reveals a hidden screen.

There are two people in my foyer.

Lev doesn’t surprise me, though he should be making the rounds at the nightclubs with his men and collecting dues.

But the sight of Audrey Wolfe in a silky nightdress does something to me that I can’t explain.

A rush of hot anger, worry, and exasperation runs through me.

The woman can’t listen. Won’t listen.

Or she just likes the things I do to her when she disobeys. Miss Wolfe is quite responsive to spanking. The thought brings a short-lived smile before I head for the staircase, shoes echoing on the steel.

“Why did you bring her here?” I ask, staring at Lev and ignoring Audrey completely.

She opens her mouth to speak, but a quick look silences her. My gaze drops to her feet; she’s wearing only house slippers embroidered with flowers, arms wrapped around herself against the chill night air.

I want nothing more than to take her in my arms. That realization sends another shot of worry through me.

Worry for her, but also worry because I’m getting too close.

Too comfortable.

It’s been over a month and fucking her relentlessly should have taken the edge off my infatuation. Instead, I find myself thinking of excuses to go there—and now, avoiding it whenever I can.

Lev has been typing out a response on his phone, and he holds it out for me for me to read. That catches my interest. He could just play the audio, but for some reason this answer merits the respect of silence.

She needs to speak to you about her condition.

My eyes cut to her immediately, searching.

“Are you sick?” I ask, stepping toward her.

She shakes her head, biting her lip. “No, I…” Glances at Lev.

I send him away with a silent gesture. He opens the door and leaves. He’ll be close by, or he’ll get on with his evening. I’m not thrilled that he brought her here and she can tell.

“I reached out to him. You gave me his number for emergencies, and I… I needed to see you tonight.”

Warmth blooms in my chest.

She needed to see me. I hate how much I like that, how much I want that. Her needing me.

“I’m pregnant,” she whispers.

I have no words.

There are no words.

All my hopes, all my desperation, coalesces into this moment. Everything I’ve fought for, everyone I’ve had to stomp into the ground to make it here, every terrible thing I’ve had to do—it’s worth it.

Abruptly, I reach for her and scoop her into my arms. Audrey lets out a yelp. The silk of her nightdress is buttery against my skin as I carry her upstairs, up to my bedroom, kicking the door shut behind us.

I lay her on the bed and carefully climb over her, pressing a hand carefully to her belly. It’s warm, plush, as usual, but somewhere in there is the beginning of my legacy. And she has given this gift to me.

“You’re sure?” I ask, awe in my voice.

Audrey’s cheeks go pink as she nods. There’s worry in her eyes.

“Are you okay?” I swallow before adding, “Do you… regret this?”

Slowly, silently, she shakes her head.

“No.”

I can’t hold back any longer. I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her close, kissing her deeply. She makes a contented sound against my mouth, her hands going to my neck.

Feeling a surge of what can only be affection and obsession, I cage her in and roll us, settling her on top of my hips. Audrey chuckles, but the way she grinds against my erection tells me she wants it just as badly as I do.

Is she as ecstatic as I am?

As in awe?

“Take it,” I mumble, raising my hips to create more friction. “Take whatever you want, my little wolf.”

She lets out a quiet whimper, reaching between us and lifting onto her knees to fumble at my sweatpants. I grin up at her torturously as she struggles. With a huff, Audrey backs down the bed and yanks until my cock springs free. She licks her lips greedily.

“No boxers?”

Foregoing an answer, I help her climb back on top, and this time when she grinds against me all I feel is wet heat.

I stare up at her in surprise.

“No panties?”

She laughs, then loses focus, pupils blown out as she teases herself with my cock. She throws her head back, gyrates until my shaft is slick with her need, and I’m gritting my teeth.

“If you keep doing that, woman, this is going to be over before it begins.”

She smirks. It’s a look I haven’t seen yet, and I know I’ll crave it from now on—that naughty glint in her eye as she reaches down, pumps me in her hand, thumb swiping over the head of my cock. I buck my hips at the sensitivity, cursing. “ Blyat’ .”

With two hands on my chest, Audrey settles herself into place before taking me in one swift motion. She gasps and I clutch at her hips, the sensation of being enveloped in hot silk taking me over.

“Yes. Just like that,” I encourage as she rides me shamelessly. “Good girl.”

I wrap a hand into her hair, tugging until her nipples peak under her nightdress. The sounds are sloppy, indecent, and they only make me harder.

“You did such a good job. You like when I fill you up, little wolf? You like fucking me over and over?”

“Y-yes,” she stutters out, changing the angle in a way that has me cursing again. “I want you to come inside me, Konstantin, please.”

Propping myself up, I tense my abs as her clit grinds against my torso. She lets out small whimpers and gasps, no longer bouncing up and down but rotating her hips quickly, chasing her orgasm.

“Good girl. I’m going to make you come, Audrey, for doing exactly what I asked. For giving me what I want. Do you want that?”

“Yes!”

The sound of my hand slapping her ass is loud in the room. Her pussy gushes, squelching as she rides me.

“Good. Keep taking me, just like that. Fuck. I’m going to give you everything. Anything you want.”

It takes everything in me not to flip her over, fuck into her relentlessly.

“You’re mine,” I grunt, tugging her close to me as she takes every inch of me. “Mine, Audrey. I’ll give you everything. I’ll destroy myself, for you.”

The words stream out of me, mindless as I worship her, as her tits bounce and I bury my face in them. One bite is all it takes; light, my fingers pinching her nipple, and then she comes, crying out, hips stuttering. I can’t stop myself from spilling into her, cock throbbing as her pussy tightens.

She’s mine.

I meant every single word I said.

Even as I wish I could take them back.