Page 5 of Sexting My Bratva Boss
“What…” She glances at the desk, solid dark wood, and then back at me apprehensively. “What do you want me to--?”
“Bend over,” I interrupt.
The leather belt is warm in my hand. Audrey seems to realize what I’m demanding, and her eyes widen, but she takes tentative steps toward the desk, obeying.
Good.
I need to know that she can do as I say. Even if it scares her.
She puts her hands on the desk and bends over, but her back is rigid, hair spilling over her shoulders. She glances back at me wildly.
“Mm mmm.” Gently but firmly, I nudge her feet wider apart with a boot.
Her breathing picks up.
But she can’t help it; her lower back arches, giving me her ass, encased perfectly in the beige pencil skirt that hugs every curve.
I lick my lips, the leather belt sliding through my hand as I get ready to punish her.
Then Lev clears his throat.
There’s no mistaking it, because the sounds that come out of Lev are primal and grating. He has never once spoken; not sincemy men picked him up on the street when he was seven years old and beaten half to death.
He has a tongue but doesn’t use it.
I’ve thought many times that the young man could be made to speak in tongues if the right woman fucked him. But what my soldiers get up to in their free time is entirely their business.
“What.”
He gives me a bored look, but the twitch of his eyebrow tells me something is up. Most likely on home turf, since Lev heads the soldiers in this city.
He knows he’s dismissed as soon as I look away, and disappears silently.
Audrey lets out a shuddering breath. It’s delicious; stepping forward, I press my hips to her ass, reach around, and wrap her throat with one hand. All it takes is a little pressure for her to whimper.
She’smine.
“Miss Wolfe,” I whisper in her ear, smirking as she presses her ass to my already-throbbing dick, “I’m going to make you pay me back, one way or another. And you’ll tell me who made you do this—whether I have to get it out of you in a scream or a moan.”
A shiver runs down her spine as I release her and step away.
She grabs her folders, weak-kneed, and can’t meet my eyes as she hurries from the office.
If I’m right, then as much as Miss Wolfe hates me, she’ll spend the day pressing her thighs together and wishing I was fucking her over this very desk.
There’s a thin line between hate and lust.
“Blyat'.” Shit.
Eyes closed, I rub my palm over my member, knowing that it’ll be impossible to sleep now that I’m aware of what her body feels like pressed tightly against mine.
It takes a deep breath or two before I’m calm enough to summon Lev. A button on my desk buzzes him, and he slips back into the room.
“I want you to follow her.”
Like a good soldier, he doesn’t question me. Never has. Lev stares in that unblinking way of his, which unnerves everyone he comes across as much as his silence.
“Discreetly,” I add, rounding the desk to sit in the high-backed chair. “She’s lying about why she took the money, and I want to know why. A woman like Miss Wolfe doesn’t make stupid fucking decisions unless she’s afraid.”