Page 19 of Sexting My Bratva Boss
Despite the dangers I might have to dodge, the best choice might be to give in.
To become his, entirely.
Chapter 6
Konstantin
Audrey Wolfe opens the door, and I know, without question, that I’d kill for her.
Because the first words out of my mouth are: “Who did this to you.”
Lips parted, she steps back as I follow her into the small fourth-floor apartment. Shutting the door behind me without looking, I stalk toward her until she’s backed up against a counter.
She’s gorgeous.
And hurt.
And I’ll kill whoever did this to her.
Bringing a hand up, I stroke the scrape that she’s tried to cover with makeup. She did a good job, but I know pain when I see it. She can’t disguise the swollen finger she’s trying to hide behind her back or the way she winces when she moves.
“Who did this to you?”
Her eyes drop to the floor.
I grip her chin with a thumb and forefinger, raising it.
“Answer,malen'kiy volk.”
Her brows knit at my Russian.
“Myex-boyfriend.” There’s anger in her emphasis of the “ex.” Good. If he had put out her fire, I would’ve made his future death much more painful.
Stepping back, I consider the situation. This must be why she didn’t come into work today. When I didn’t see her on the screen in my office, I’d assumed she was still trying to make her mind up about tonight.
Now I can see what the real problem was.
“I’ll deal with him after dinner,” I murmur, rolling my shoulders. Audrey glances up at me quickly, relief in her eyes as her body loosens from the stress of whatever she went through.
Smoothing down the front of her dress, she stands on tip-toe to look over my shoulder.
“You came just… by yourself?”
“Of course not, Miss Wolfe. I have men. Around. Watching.” Touching her chin lightly once more, I draw her gaze back to meet mine. “I will ask them to stay and watchyou. Make sure he doesn’t return. Besides,” I say, turning and offering her my arm, “there aresome thingsthat I need to do personally. I have more experience than my men.”
A blush darkens her cheeks as I smirk down at her. It matches her dress, sleeveless, light and layered, a floral pattern spilling down her bust and past the cream belt that gathers it all at her waist.
Good. I want her thinking of yesterday.
I want her wantingmore.
“You look gorgeous. I wasn’t sure you’d wear the dress I had delivered. I picked it out especially for you.”
At the door, I take a moment to slide my fingers down her bare back. Leaning in, I whisper, “But I’m happy you obeyed.”
I’m close enough to taste her lips if I want to. Audrey sways, her eyes half-lidded as I breathe in her scent. The apartment issmall, cluttered lovingly in a way that makes the space between us feel incredibly small.
I could reach out and have hernow,here, on the counter or the floor. I doubt she’d protest. Slipping my hand under the fabric, my fingers ghost over the rise of her ass, wanting to grab and knead it. Pull her closer.