Sexting the Bratva Boss (Text to Touch)

I accidentally sexted my best friend’s hot uncle.

Now I’m his little kitten—with the Bratva king’s baby in my belly.

I meant to send sexy audition pics to an agent.

Instead, I sent them to Ruslan Ivanov.

Billionaire. Twice my age. My bestie’s uncle.

His first reply made me blush.

His second made me ache.

And the third?

Had me bent over his desk, wrists bound, ass burning.

Now I’m America’s new obsession—

because he gave me a crown

and told me to wear it on my knees.

But behind the Bratva’s throne lies one deadly truth:

Two pink lines. One growing secret.

And Ruslan? He doesn’t like surprises.

Especially not by a bad little...

I accidentally sexted my best friend’s hot uncle.

Now I’m his little kitten—with the Bratva king’s baby in my belly.

I meant to send sexy audition pics to an agent.

Instead, I sent them to Ruslan Ivanov.

Billionaire. Twice my age. My bestie’s uncle.

His first reply made me blush.

His second made me ache.

And the third?

Had me bent over his desk, wrists bound, ass burning.

Now I’m America’s new obsession—

because he gave me a crown

and told me to wear it on my knees.

But behind the Bratva’s throne lies one deadly truth:

Two pink lines. One growing secret.

And Ruslan? He doesn’t like surprises.

Especially not by a bad little kitten

who dared to keep her pregnancy from her king—

and ended up in the hands of his enemies.