Page 75 of Sexting the Bratva Beast

“Come for me, baby. We’ll fucking come together.”

“Don’t stop,” I breathe between panting.

“I’m never going to fucking stop. You’ve got me, Cartier, and I’m never going anywhere.”

I don’t know why, but his words draw fresh tears to my eyes. “Promise?”

“Promise.” His dark eyes are wide open. His breath is my breath. “Are you going to come?”

“Yes.” Breathless. My orgasm is there, just waiting for him to say the word, like he trained my body to respond only to his touch.

“Now, baby. Let’s do this.”

His tongue fills my mouth, and it’s the signal for my orgasm to explode. I feel his hot cum shooting inside me as his body shudders against mine until we collapse into a sweaty pile on the sofa.

I’m still panting, my face pressed against the sofa cushions, when the door to the den opens, and Ivana says, “Do you need anything else?”

Andrej raises his head above the back of the sofa. “No, go get some sleep.” He pauses, then, “Thank you, Ivana. For everything.”

I don’t move until the door closes with a gentle click. Andrej’s face is close to mine, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

“Do you think she knew?” I whisper.

“She knew.”

I slump into the cushions. As if Ivana needs another reason to dislike me, and just when I thought that we were getting somewhere.

Andrej rolls off me to sit on the floor beside the couch. He strokes my hair away from my face. “Don’t worry about it. She can probably hear your orgasms from her room at night.”

“Nooo…” I sit up and drag my sweatpants back over my hips. “No wonder she wanted to go back to Chicago.”

“Don’t worry.” He fists my hair and pulls my lips to his. “She won’t tell anyone.”

That isn’t what worries me. But how do I tell him that his bodyguard is in love with him when she might not even realize it herself?

“Cartier…” He pauses, his face so close to mine that our lips are touching.

“This sounds serious.”

“It is.” There’s another pause while he shifts onto his knees. “I hadn’t planned on doing it like this.”

“Doing what?” I furrow my brows. “Fucking me on the sofa?”

“No.” He isn’t smiling.

Thisisserious, and my stomach twists as bile rises in my throat.

“You’re scaring me, Andrej. What’s going on? Is Gianna okay? Has something happened in Chicago?”

“Gianna is fine.”

He averts his eyes, and it’s enough time for my savage brain to think that he’s going to fly back to America without me. I don’t want to stay here alone with Ivana and a security team.

“This isn’t my home,” I blurt out. “Whatever is going on in the States, I can handle it.”

“Hey, what’s brought this on?” He cups my face with both hands and peers into my eyes as if it will enable him to read my mind.

“You’re going home without me.”