Sexting My Bratva Boss

I sexted my silver fox Bratva boss.

My penance only my body can pay.

And he won’t stop until he owns my soul.

It started when Konstantin Martynov caught my “accounting mistake.”

I’m just a curvy, bookish nobody wearing vintage dresses.

Trying to not overtly drool at the hot, older man.

But he pinned me up against the wall of his office.

Whispered words of punishment.

Made me nearly O with the heat of his hands.

I should never have accidentally sent him that sext…

Alone in my bed, thinking of him.

So imagine my shock the next morning when he demands:

“You’re going to give me an heir, Miss Wolfe. And...

I sexted my silver fox Bratva boss.

My penance only my body can pay.

And he won’t stop until he owns my soul.

It started when Konstantin Martynov caught my “accounting mistake.”

I’m just a curvy, bookish nobody wearing vintage dresses.

Trying to not overtly drool at the hot, older man.

But he pinned me up against the wall of his office.

Whispered words of punishment.

Made me nearly O with the heat of his hands.

I should never have accidentally sent him that sext…

Alone in my bed, thinking of him.

So imagine my shock the next morning when he demands:

“You’re going to give me an heir, Miss Wolfe. And I’m going to give you exactly what you’ve been begging for.”

Except what starts as paying off my debt, quickly turns into a dangerously addictive obsession.

And when he finds out who’s using me to get at him… he’ll turn this city’s streets into their grave.

To protect me and our baby growing inside me.