Page 21 of Sexting the Bratva Boss (Text to Touch)

"Are you serious? How controlling can you get? What about my job? Am I supposed to just stop acting?" Eva's voice pitched higher, getting more worked up.

"Work's different. I won't mess with your normal scenes." As for love scenes... well, I don't think Eva wants a repeat of what happened last time.

"You're insane. You're just a jealous psycho." But her tone was already softening. I could tell this little fight was winding down.

"Yeah, I am," I said matter-of-factly. "And trust me, I've got way worse in me than that."

I pressed Eva down onto the sofa. Our eyes met, and I leaned down to kiss her lips, her tongue responding.

The kiss deepened, lingering and passionate.

My hand slid to the back of her neck, squeezing it firmly, forcing her head back for a deeper kiss.

My tongue explored her mouth, plundering her for air.

She moaned, her eyelashes fluttered, and her cheeks flushed.

After the kiss ended, I lifted her shirt to her collarbone. "Bite it and hold it," I commanded. Eva was now covered only by her lace bra.

Eva obediently bit the hem of her shirt, and soon her saliva soaked the area she bit.

I removed her bra, letting the lace slip from her shoulders and fall to the floor.

Her skin prickled under my gaze, bare and vulnerable, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.

The hem of her shirt was still clenched between her teeth, soaked with her saliva, and her cheeks burned a deep pink, a mix of embarrassment and heat.

I stood there for a moment, letting her feel the weight of my stare.

The contrast between my composed appearance and her exposed state made her squirm, and I could tell it was driving her wild.

I yanked my belt out of my waistband. "Hands behind your back, now," I growled, my voice rough and demanding, no patience for hesitation.

Eva's eyes widened, a flicker of fear mixed with excitement, but she obeyed, shifting her arms behind her.

The movement made her arch slightly, her body trembling.

I looped the leather around her wrists, yanking it tight—tight enough to bite into her skin just a bit, making her gasp.

"That's right, stay still," I snapped, tugging harder to test it.

She whimpered, the sound going straight to my dick, her bound hands leaving her completely at my mercy.

"You're mine tonight, you understand?" I said, my tone low and menacing, leaning in so close my breath hot against her ear. "You're gonna take everything I give you." Her shiver was answer enough, but I wanted words. "Say it."

"I'm yours," she whispered, her voice shaky, the shirt muffling it slightly. "Please…"

That plea made me smirk, but I wasn't in the mood for gentle.

I grabbed my tie from the sofa arm, wrapping the silk around her eyes and knotting it blindfold-style, plunging her into darkness.

"No peeking, slut," I muttered, my words sharp and dirty, designed to make her flush deeper.

She gasped, her body tensing, but I could feel the heat building in her, the way she leaned into it.

My fingers trailed down her neck, gripping lightly at first, then firmer, testing her reaction.

"You like being helpless, don't you? All tied up and exposed while I stay dressed.

" I unzipped my trousers with a deliberate rasp, not bothering to undress further, letting the sound tease her.

Her breath hitched, and I positioned myself, pushing her legs apart with my knee, rubbing her wet-ass pussy with my cock. "Beg for it," I demanded.

"Please. I need you," she moaned, her voice desperate now.

I didn't wait longer. I thrust into her, hard and deep, claiming her in one motion.

She cried out, her body arching against the restraints, the belt creaking as she strained.

I set a rough rhythm, my hand sliding to her throat, applying just enough pressure to make her breath come short and ragged, edging her toward that dizzying brink of breath play.

"Feel that? You're gonna come like this, choking on your own moans," I growled, my voice laced with dominance, slamming into her harder.

Her whimpers turned to gasps, her cheeks flushing as the lightheaded rush built, her body clenching around me.

At the same time, I reached around, my palm connecting with her ass in a sharp slap.

The sound echoed, her skin blooming pink under my hand.

"Take it, you little tease," I said through gritted teeth, spanking her again, the sting making her jolt with each thrust. "This ass is mine to mark.

" She moaned louder, the mix of pain and pleasure pushing her higher, her bound wrists twisting futilely.

Her breaths grew erratic under my grip on her throat, that subtle choke sending her spiraling.

"Come for me, now," I commanded, slapping her ass one more time, the heat from my palm lingering.

She shattered, her body convulsing in a fierce, breathless climax, her cries muffled by the shirt, waves of ecstasy crashing through her as the light asphyxiation amplified everything.

Tears slipped from under the blindfold, but her moans were pure bliss, her surrender complete.

I didn't stop, though—kept thrusting deep, slowing just enough to lean down and capture her lips in a surprisingly gentle kiss, my tongue soothing hers, a contrast to the roughness.

"Shh, that's my girl," I murmured against her mouth, my voice softening for a moment, kissing away the salt of her tears.

My free hand slid to her ass, rubbing the reddened skin tenderly, kneading the sore spots with care, easing the sting while I stayed buried inside her.

She whimpered into the kiss, her body still trembling from the aftershocks, melting under the affection.

The tenderness mixed with the ongoing rhythm pushed me closer, her warmth pulling me in.

I picked up the pace again, but kept rubbing her ass, my kisses turning deeper, more reassuring.

Finally, with a low groan, I came hard, spilling into her, the release crashing over me as I held her close, our bodies locked in that intimate tangle.

We stayed like that, breaths mingling, until I gently untied the blindfold and belt, pulling her into my arms with a soft kiss to her forehead.