Page 4 of Sexting My Bratva Boss (Mafia Silver Foxes #1)

Konstantin

U nlike in movies, the security center of the Obsidian Spire isn’t in the basement. It isn’t dark, damp, or locked behind thick walls of concrete.

I need my men to have access at all times.

I need to have access at all times.

“Move.”

The guard doesn’t make eye contact or even flinch, as if it’s a normal occurrence for me to appear on the second floor, where the Command Center is located, and usurp his chair.

It’s well-worn and comfortable, made for hours of sitting in front of these monitors, which take up most of the sixteen-foot wall.

He stands, gathers the coffee mug and radio, and steps away.

Lev has cleared everyone else out. He remains at the main door with his back facing me as he stares out through the glass.

The door is one of five that allow my guards out into the building, giving them the fastest access possible.

The walls are all glass-clad polycarbonate; bulletproof and ensuring that every single person who enters this building beyond the first floor is observed.

My eyes scan the TVs quickly. It takes me a moment to find, but there she is—Audrey Wolfe, entering the building at 8 a.m. on the dot.

I smirk.

It’s easier to track her now that I have my bearings. She scans in, walks through the two security checkpoints, greets someone, continues to the escalator. It will bring her to this floor, where she’ll walk right by this office.

And she does.

I turn the chair and watch.

She’s wearing kitten heels today, either worried about tripping again or dealing with a sore ankle.

Lev has turned half-away to make himself less obvious. He glances at me, and I know he notices, too, the difference in her appearance.

Her dark hair looks frizzy instead of sleek and perfectly styled. No form fitting skirt, no stockings, no deliciously tempting neckline; she’s wearing a dress that flares out at the hips and almost reaches her ankles.

This is the first sign that I might be in trouble: if I only wanted her for her looks, I’d be bothered. But there’s something about the outfit, the way it hides her curves and bare skin, that makes me want to explore her even more.

She marches past the Command Center and disappears to the elevators.

“Come,” I say quietly, standing and leading the way out of the room. As Lev steps out behind me, the regular security staff file back in efficiently. I wait thirty feet from the elevators, but Audrey never looks up once she’s inside one. She stares at the ground.

I can’t help smirking. It’s easy to see she’s nervous, disheveled, most likely by yesterday’s events…

And the dirty text she sent me last night.

The doors close and I gesture for Lev to follow. We take the stairs, quickly, easily. He might be almost twenty years younger than me, but I’m not a fool; in my line of work, it’s important to stay in shape.

To kill time, I stop on the eight floor and check in with my suppliers. It’s a rare visit, and they’re nervous, suspecting that something is wrong. The pretty little secretary out front flutters her fake lashes at me. I barely give her a second glance.

Minutes later, figuring Audrey is most likely settled in the office, Lev and I take the elevator. When the doors open the four employees inside scatter quickly and quietly. Stepping inside, I focus on the numbers lighting up slowly.

Just the thought of seeing her today has me worked up. It takes a moment to control my breath, to relax my muscles.

I want to hunt her like the prey animal she is.

We reach the final floor of the Obsidian Spire, where the three most important divisions are: accounting, international affairs, and leadership.

And of course, my office.

“Good morning, Mr. Martynov,” the accounting girls demure?—

All but Audrey.

She’s rummaging in her desk, computer screen black, a flush on her cheeks.

My smirk widens.

Striding down the hall and to my office, I wait until the door is closed before hitting the button that frosts an internal layer of glass.

Another flicked switch brings up a small screen that looks out onto the three divisions. Quickly, I navigate to the scene I want to see: Audrey, still fumbling, caught off guard by one of the other women asking her a question.

Lev’s thumb roams effortlessly across his phone’s surface, and a deep, masculine, generated voice speaks: “Is there a problem I can take care of for you?”

“No.”

Lev takes a step back.

The growl in my voice surprises me as well, but I keep concentrating on the screen, too absorbed in watching the way Audrey slips her heels off and massages her ankle. Then she glances over her shoulder.

What I don’t say is:

This is my problem. Something only I’ll be able to handle.

“Bring me Miss Wolfe.”

On screen, she licks her lips. I like it, so I add: “In another hour. Let her sweat first.”

Like the good soldier he is, Lev turns and leaves without a comment.

An hour later he appears on the screen. Audrey is startled by him at her side, and when he doesn’t speak, she’s even more unnerved.

But she follows him.

I gently stroke the key that unlocks my office door when I can see her shadow out in the hallway. Lev remains out there.

She slips in carefully, and up close she’s even more beautiful. Dark hair mussed, eyes tired, lips bitten with nerves.

“Sit.”

Her hesitation makes me smile.

“In a chair this time, Miss Wolfe.”

Audrey wobbles, but obeys, eyes on the ground as she slowly lowers herself into the Chesterfield chair. It cradles her body in a way that makes me jealous.

I’m out from behind the desk so fast she flinches, and it’s delicious.

The closer I get to her, circling behind the chair, the more I can catch her scent: Citrus and vanilla. It makes my mouth water.

Makes me want to devour her.

“Miss Wolfe,” I whisper, leaning down until my lips graze her ear, “I believe you were a bad girl last night. Talking to your boss that way… insubordination, isn’t it, when you decide not to obey.”

She takes a shaky breath.

“I… Mr. Martynov, I apologize… I drank a little too much wine and?—”

“Isn’t there a saying—that the truth comes out when people drink?”

The flush I noticed earlier is back, crawling beautifully up her neck, out from beneath the high collar of her cream dress.

“So, tell me, Miss Wolfe. Did you mean what you said? That you don’t think a man like me has the time to satisfy a woman?”

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips.

It’s too much for me, and I grip her jaw from behind, tilting her head upwards carefully until our eyes meet. She’s breathing little pants, hitching her breasts up, making me want to rip this prim dress off her body.

“Unfortunately, you didn’t give me the chance to prove you wrong. But I wonder… did you go through with your threat?”

Rounding the chair, I shove it back, the sound scraping across the floor.

Lev knows better than to come in. He knows I can handle myself, even against a woman as vexing as this.

Slowly, I kneel in front of her, my hands covering hers where they grip the chair.

“Did you touch yourself?”

When her lips purse tight, I jerk the chair again.

“You know who I am Miss Wolfe. Don’t make me ask you again.”

She gasps, but answers quickly: “Yes! Y-yes, I did. I… touched myself after sending that text.”

With a low rumble, I grip her ankles before sliding my hands slowly up her calves.

She’s trembling under my touch.

“And what did you think about, while you had your fingers in that pretty pussy?”

“I—I thought about,” her eyes flash, feet planting more firmly, “I thought about how much I despise you.”

All at once I want to destroy her, own her, lose myself in her. And teach her a lesson.

Yanking the skirt of her dress up, I dig my fingers into her thigh, massaging and nudging them apart.

“You despise me.”

“I do.”

She chokes the words out, but her chin is tipped up, defiant.

“Mmm. So, you were thinking of me.”

“What?”

She gasps again as I pull her panties down her legs, ripping through them when I reach her knees. They’re tossed somewhere off to the left.

“You thought of me. While you touched yourself. You thought of me doing… what?”

“I—”

Her eyes are glued to me as I grip her thighs and lift them, pulling the chair and her closer and placing her legs over my shoulders. She tries once to squeeze her knees together but at my growl she ceases, letting me press a kiss and then a bite to her inner thigh.

Then I smack her ass.

Or as much of it as I can reach in this position.

“Ow!”

It’s a reaction, not a marker of real pain. I know because I can smell her desire now, the musky scent of her only inches away. Another kiss, then another?—

And I reach her center.

“Tell me what you thought of,” I murmur, letting my beard tickle her delicate skin.

Audrey whimpers.

“I thought of you—of us, here—of the way you bent me over the desk and, and…”

She stutters to a stop as I lick short and fast, just once, right over her bud. Audrey’s knees shake, bending to pull me closer.

There’s no more talking. I bury my face in her pussy, feeling how soaked she is without even having to do much. I knead her thighs, grip them tightly enough to leave bruises later, and suck her clit until her cries are half-pleasure, half-pain.

Then I stop.

Right when she’s about to come.

I can tell because her body goes stiff as I pull away and stand. Audrey’s eyes are wide, her pupil’s blown out and dark, mouth open as she pants.

Embarrassed, she pulls her legs together and tries to sit up in the chair. Through the creamy material of her dress, I can see the peaks of her nipples, begging for attention.

“Stand up.”

She does.

Finally, she understands.

She’s mine.

“No,” I bark sharply as she moves to retrieve her underwear. “Leave them.”

Taking her arm firmly, I walk her to the door, knowing that her thighs are drenched. I can still smell her—on my face, in my beard, in this room.

Her hand is on the handle, but I stop her with a whisper.

“I want you to think about this all day, Miss Wolfe. About just how easily I could have made you come. It’s nothing to me; it’s as easy as pulling a trigger. When you go home tonight, you’ll touch yourself again, and you’ll think of this. Of the way I had you in this chair. Understand?”

She nods, head falling back involuntarily, ass pressing toward me.

She wants more. Good. If she’s desperate, she’ll do as I say.

“I’ve thought about what your punishment will be for stealing from me, Miss Wolfe.”

Over her shoulder, her scared eyes meet mine.

“You’ll give me an heir.”