Page 28 of Sexting the Bratva Boss (Text to Touch)

"I think I need to clarify something." Ruslan's voice carried undeniable authority. "Eva is my girlfriend. Her success is entirely due to her own talent and hard work. I simply provided her with a platform to showcase her abilities because I appreciate her gifts."

The entire area fell completely silent. I could feel countless shocked and incredulous gazes focused on me.

Even Ivanka beside me gasped and stared open-mouthed.

Those women went pale with terror. After exchanging panicked glances, Lilian shakily approached me with a smile uglier than crying.

"I-I'm sorry, Miss Stone. We were just joking around. Please don't take it to heart."

Then they disappeared into the crowd like they were fleeing a plague.

I looked at the man beside me in amazement, whispering, "You said I'm your girlfriend?"

"Aren't you?" He looked down at me, his eyes full of tenderness and certainty.

In that moment, my heart felt wrapped in warm honey. But the next second, I remembered how he'd looked when refusing to discuss marriage.

When I'd learned he was a bratva leader, I'd wondered if maybe he wouldn't commit to a future with me because he was afraid of having vulnerabilities that could bring disaster.

But now he'd publicly declared our relationship, destroying that theory.

A deeper sadness completely overwhelmed me. Looking at this man I loved so deeply yet found so confusing, my eyes uncontrollably filled with tears.

If he really loved me, why didn't he want to build a family with me? Why didn't he want children with me?

Ruslan noticed my emotional change. He frowned slightly and used his thumb to gently wipe away a tear that was about to fall.

"What's wrong?" His voice was low and gentle. "Did those idiots make you cry?"

He'd obviously misunderstood. I shook my head but couldn't explain. What could I say? Should I demand to know why he'd acknowledge our relationship but didn't want our child?

I didn't have the courage to ask again. I could only swallow all my hurt and confusion, then force a smile.

"No," I sniffled. "I'm just too happy."

He looked at me, confusion flashing in his eyes before melting into soft compassion. He pulled me tightly into his arms.

Back at the mansion, my mind was still spinning. Ruslan took off his suit jacket and casually tossed it on the couch, starting to undo his cufflinks. His fluid, powerful movements were incredibly sexy.

This was him—the source of all my pain and my only remedy.

I didn't want to think about those unsolvable problems anymore. I just wanted to use intense physical sensation to cover up all the pain that rational thinking brought.

Before I realized what I was doing, my body moved faster than my brain. I wrapped my arms around Ruslan's strong waist from behind. He turned to look at me. I didn't give him a chance to speak. I stood on my tiptoes and kissed his lips like a moth drawn to flame.

This kiss was full of urgency and desperate need. I used my teeth to gently bite his lower lip, traced his mouth with my tongue, then tried to force my way inside. But Ruslan pulled back slightly, breaking our kiss.

Pleased by my initiative and passion, he chuckled before covering my lips with his. His kiss was dominating and burning, like he wanted to devour me completely. His tongue forced past my lips and invaded deeply, stealing every breath. When the kiss ended, his eyes blazed with intense fire.

He swept me up in his arms and strode toward the bedroom, tossing me onto the soft bed. Without giving me a moment to breathe, his tall frame covered me, followed by another wild, aggressive kiss.

I broke free from his hold and flipped him over, pinning him beneath me. This move clearly surprised him. He raised an eyebrow, amusement flashing in his eyes as he indulgently let me straddle his waist .

My hand slid down boldly, unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and grasped his already erect cock.

"Eva," he called my name hoarsely, seeming to be thrilled by my audacity. I looked at his face, flushed with lust, and a wave of satisfaction welled up in my heart. I leaned down, my tongue tracing his Adam's apple down to his toned abdominal muscles. I could feel his body tense.

By this point, I had followed the previous movement, straddling his lap. His powerful, exaggerated penis was bouncing slightly with his breathing. I extended my tongue and gently licked the throbbing, vein-filled tip.

He let out a sensual moan. I raised my eyes to look at his face.

His expression was one of intense, sensual restraint.

His jawline was taut, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down as he swallowed.

His hands, always in control, were now clutching the sheets beneath him, veins bulging on the backs of his hands.

He didn't urge or command, simply staring at me with those deep eyes.

I leaned down, opening my lips, taking the head lightly at first, feeling its pulse and texture with the tip of my tongue and the softest part of my mouth. Then, I took it deeper. I used every technique I knew to please it, to lick it. Ruslan's breathing grew heavier.

"Eva, that's enough." his voice was hoarse, almost inaudible. Just as he was on the verge of losing control, I stopped.

"Ruslan," I said, looking into his eyes, each word carefully, "Tonight, I want to be on top."

The corners of his lips curled up in a wicked smile. "As you wish. "

I held the hot cock and took it completely into me. We were tightly connected. I rose and fell on him with the most intense movement. I watched him lose control, go crazy for me.

I could think nothing. Tomorrow, I would still be Eva Stone, nothing out of the ordinary. Everything would be the same.