Page 20 of Sexting the Bratva Boss (Text to Touch)

Ruslan

Time flew by fast. Eva's month-long intensive acting training was over before I knew it, followed by two weeks of promotional tours. City of Sins finally premiered more than two months after wrapping, and it immediately shot to number one on Netflix.

Eva became an overnight sensation.

Everyone fell in love with Lena—the vulnerable yet resilient character she'd brought to life.

Eva's name was suddenly trending across every platform.

Her social media followers exploded, climbing by millions in just days.

She became a regular on talk shows and graced the covers of entertainment magazines weekly.

And with all that success came the inevitable bullshit—Eva and that little prick Pamit were being shipped as the hottest new couple.

The internet was flooded with intimate clips of them from the show.

Behind-the-scenes footage, conversations at the wrap party—everything was being magnified and analyzed by rabid fans.

I couldn't give less of a fuck about their pathetic fantasies. Wishful thinking from losers who'd never get close to what was mine .

I was sitting in my Yvann Group office, handling the final details of an acquisition while my tablet played clips of Eva's recent TV appearances. I lifted my coffee cup toward my lips, but froze mid-motion when I heard the host's next words.

They were asking Eva and Pamit to recreate a scene from the show.

On screen, Eva was nestled in Pamit's arms, tears streaming down her perfect face. Pamit gently wiped away her tears, their eyes meeting with what looked like genuine emotion.

"Don't cry, Lena." Pamit's voice was low and tender. "I'm here. No one can hurt you."

Eva looked up at him, her eyes full of trust and devotion. "Will you always be here with me?"

"Forever," Pamit leaned down and kissed her forehead.

The camera zoomed in for a close-up as Eva closed her eyes, a peaceful smile spreading across her face. That smile was so real, so genuine—like she actually loved the bastard in front of her.

Even knowing it was all scripted, watching Eva look at another man with such complete trust made jealousy and possessiveness coil in my chest like a living thing.

My hand unconsciously tightened around the mug.

Then—.

The cup shattered in my grip. Shards cut into my palm as scalding coffee and blood dripped between my fingers, but I didn't even blink.

I just stared at the screen, watching that motherfucker smooth down Eva's hair after they finished the scene. Eva looked surprised while the studio audience erupted in cheers.

"Fuck," I muttered under my breath.

"Boss?" My assistant, Ben, pushed through the door, then paled when he saw the blood and broken cup on the floor. "You're hurt! I'll call the doctor immediately—"

"Get out." My voice was ice-cold.

He had the sense to back out quickly, closing the door softly behind him

I grabbed some tissues from my desk and roughly cleaned the wound, then shut off that goddamn video .

But those images were already burned into my brain. Eva's smile, her tears—all for another man.

So what if it was just acting? How could she make it look so fucking real? How could she smile like she actually meant it?

I speed-dialed my PR director. "Put the word out to all media outlets—no more shipping Eva with anyone. Anyone who violates this gets blacklisted."

After hanging up, I called Eva's agent. "From now on, I want Eva's entire schedule reported to me."

Only after handling that did I feel marginally calmer.

At ten PM, I finished all my business and headed home.

Eva was curled up on the sofa, barefoot, wearing my white shirt, talking on the phone. Seeing me come back, she smiled at me and continued on the line.

"Yes, I'm surprised by the ratings too. Thanks, your performance was great, Pamit. A celebration party? Sure, we'll see then..."

Pamit. That damn name again.

The smile she gave that boy was piercing. My possessiveness and jealousy erupted in a rage.

I sat down on the sofa and, before she could react, lifted her from the couch and placed her directly on my lap.

"Ruslan!" She started. I ignored her. I turned her back to me, straddling my lap with her legs spread wide.

My cock, already rock-hard, pressed against her round buttocks through her silk shirt.

I lowered my head and nuzzled my lips against the sensitive skin behind her ear.

My hand slipped under her loose shirt and caressed her smooth back. I could feel her trembling slightly.

"Eva? Eva? Are you listening?" came that damned bastard's voice from the other end.

"I-I'm here." Eva's breathing began to quicken. My hand had already moved to her chest, caressing her breasts, gently kneading them through the thin layer of lace. I could clearly feel her flinch in my arms.

"What's wrong with you? You sound weird," the damned bastard continued to ask tactlessly. I chuckled softly, opened my mouth, and gently bit her earlobe with my teeth. Then, I increased the pressure of my hand.

"Ah-" Eva's throat uttered a sound, but she was suppressed by her palm.

"Eva, are you okay? What happened?" Pamit clearly had no idea what was going on.

Looking at Eva's face, flushed with arousal, I felt a morbid sense of satisfaction. My hand began to move downward, sliding across her flat belly and between her legs.

"No, it's okay," Eva managed to answer.

The chatter on the other end of the line continued, but I couldn't focus enough to listen.

"No underwear?" I smirked in her ear, my hand already sticky from the moment I touched her vagina.

"I don't wear any at home," Eva replied indignantly, her voice as thin as a mosquito's.

"So wet." My finger circled maliciously at her entrance, but refused to enter.

Eva bit her lip tightly, trying to suppress any sound.

"You like this, don't you? Like me fucking you while someone's listening?" I slipped a finger in, and the wet passage easily accommodated me. I stirred it inside, and when I pulled it out, a lusty glistened trace was left. I held it up to Eva's eyes. "Look, how much you want it."

Eva closed her eyes in shame. I inserted two fingers at a time and leaned close to her ear. "Eva, scream! I love hearing your voice." My fingers moved in and out of her vagina, mimicking the movement of a penis.

"No, Ruslan." A glint of clarity flashed through Eva's eyes. "Wait until I finish the call— "

Before she could finish, I began pumping my fingers in and out at a high tempo, the sensual sound of wetness emanating from the movements. Eva, unable to withstand the onslaught, arched her body and trembled violently.

My fingertips pressed hard against her sensitive spot, and she finally couldn't help but moan.

After Eva's cry, a deathly silence fell on the other end of the line.

I suddenly changed my position, lying flat on the sofa and lifting Eva's hips to my face.

In the shifting movements, Eva lost her grip on the phone, and it fell to the sofa.

I glanced at the screen, and it still showed a call in progress.

This damn bastard was a pervert. Eva panicked, stretching her arms and leaning toward the phone, but she simply walked into my grasp.

My nose pressed against her already swollen clit, rubbing it maliciously.

Eva's legs gave way, and she sat heavily on my face. Her cunt was right there, her folds soaked through with her need. I pressed my nose against the folds, breathing in her scent as I dragged my tongue over her clit.

Eva let out a strangled moan. Her hands clawed at the cushions, scrambling for purchase, but I didn't let up. I flicked my tongue against her clit again, harder this time, and felt her shudder above me.

"Fuck, Ruslan—" she gasped, her voice trembling.

I reached up and buried my face in her cunt. My tongue slid between her folds, lapping up her juices as she squirmed above me. She tasted fucking divine—sweet and tangy, with that musky undertone that made my cock throb in my pants.

"You like that, huh?" I murmured against her, my lips brushing her clit with every word. "You like it when I make you scream for me?"

She whimpered, her hips rolling against my face as if she couldn't help herself.

I smirked, slipping my tongue inside her tight, wet pussy, curling it just right to make her gasp.

Her walls clenched around me, trying to pull me deeper, and I obliged, thrusting my tongue in and out while my nose worked her clit .

"Oh god, oh god—" Eva chanted, her voice rising with every stroke of my tongue. Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, grinding her cunt against my mouth. I could feel her getting closer, her body tightening, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps.

"Ruslan!" She whined in a voice almost pleading, but my hands clamped tightly around her hips, preventing her from moving an inch.

She came, her body limply falling. After a moment's pause, she sobbed, "The phone hasn't hung up yet."

I laid her on the sofa and kissed her tears. "I saw it hang up a long time ago." Eva reached for the phone but couldn't find it. Perhaps too nervous to notice. I handed her the phone, and she checked it. The screen was black, and the buttons didn't work. "Look, it's dead."

She pounded my chest to vent her anger. "I was so embarrassed just now! How could you be so mean, Ruslan?"

I let her vent. "I'm sorry, baby."

Gradually, her strength drained away, and she collapsed into my arms. "Don't you ever do it again!"

"Okay, I promise." I looked down at her. "But you can't have any unnecessary contact with other men from now on."

"We were just on the phone! We were only talking about when the show's gonna air," she shot back.

"I don't care if it's just phone calls," I said, my voice flat and final. "I don't want you smiling at any other guy. Period. I don't want you having meaningless chitchat with anyone."