Page 35 of Sexting the Bratva Boss (Text to Touch)

But my hand unconsciously moved to my flat stomach. I'd been pregnant for over two months now, though it didn't show at all. I couldn't use hurting the baby as my weapon.

Finally, I forced myself to eat breakfast.

Ruslan didn't come home all day, didn't even call once.

As night fell, I lay in bed staring at the ceiling.

In that moment, I was certain Ruslan didn't love me at all—he just loved the feeling of controlling everything.

He didn't respect my wishes, disbanded the crew without permission, imprisoned me here, and then ignored me completely.

Was he so sure I wouldn't do anything drastic? Or did he simply not care ?

I really was just a pet he'd acquired on a whim.

This thought chilled my heart to the core.

For five straight days, it was the same. Ruslan seemed to have completely disappeared from my world. My anger and disappointment gradually faded, replaced by numbness. I stopped talking. Except for necessary meals, I spent entire days lying in my room like a soulless puppet.

Late one night, I was sleeping restlessly, repeatedly experiencing scenes of being hunted and imprisoned in my dreams. Suddenly, I felt the mattress dip slightly as a familiar, warm body pressed against me from behind, powerful arms encircling my waist.

It was him.

Without even opening my eyes, just from that crisp cedar scent, I knew Ruslan was back. He also smelled of tobacco. Had he been smoking? I'd never seen him smoke.

But I stayed rigid, eyes tightly closed, pretending to sleep. I didn't want to acknowledge him, didn't want any interaction.

He rested his chin on my shoulder, greedily breathing in my scent. His breathing was heavy, thick with exhaustion.

After what felt like forever, I heard him say in a voice hoarse beyond recognition, "I'm sorry, Eva."

My body trembled involuntarily. He'd noticed I was faking sleep.

I pushed him away and sat up, turning on the bedside lamp. In the dim yellow light, I saw him.

He looked utterly exhausted. That always perfectly handsome face was now written with fatigue. His eyes were sunken and bloodshot, and stubble had grown out, making him look somewhat haggard.

I'd planned to start with accusations. But seeing him like this, all my prepared harsh words stuck in my throat like fish bones, leaving only dense heartache.

He looked at me, his eyes full of guilt and pain. "I can't stand seeing you this miserable anymore. I can't take it. "

"You've been watching me," I finally found my voice, though it was completely dry.

"The mansion has cameras." He didn't deny it. "While I've been handling business these past few days, I've been constantly watching the monitors. Otherwise, I think I'd go insane."

"I don't know which of your words are true and which are lies anymore." My voice carried tears.

"I'm sorry." He held me tighter. "I shouldn't have lied last time. I promise every word I say to you from now on will be true. I didn't dare contact you or come see you these past few days. I knew you were still angry at me, seeing you look at me with such disappointment."

He paused, his voice growing lower. "But I came back every night. I can only sleep when I'm holding you."

I was stunned. So he had been coming back the past few days—just after I fell asleep and leaving before I woke up.

"Tomorrow I'll let you go back to work," he said. "I'll assign the best security team to protect you and send armored cars to pick you up and drop you off. You can do whatever you want."

Seeing that careful look in his eyes, my frozen heart began to crack. But I couldn't help asking sarcastically, "Didn't you unilaterally disband the crew?"

"No, after that call ended, I withdrew the notice."

For once, I was speechless. So the crew wasn't disbanded—I could still continue playing my favorite role.

Seeing I didn't say anything, he tentatively kissed me on the lips.

His lips were dry and carried the bitter taste of tobacco. At first, I stiffened, letting him gently trace the shape of my lips. But tears still flowed uncontrollably, the grievances of the past few days seemingly melting in this kiss.

He slid his tongue into my mouth, licking it. I gave up resisting, wrapped my arms around his neck, and began to respond passionately .

That kiss felt like an eternity.

When our lips parted, a silver thread of ambiguity formed. We were both breathless, staring at each other, eyes fixed on each other.

"Eva," he called my name, kissing me again.

This time, the kiss was intense. He pressed me down, his large hand expertly slipping under my pajamas and caressing my back. Wherever his hot palm touched, it ignited a raging fire.

My body was more honest than my words. I longed for him, for his embrace, his kiss, for him to prove in the most primal way possible that we still belonged.

I could feel the astonishing transformations in his body, his cock, awakened just for me, hard against my thigh.

He ripped open the buttons of my pajamas, his hot lips trailing down my neck, leaving scorching marks on my collarbone and chest. His stubble was a strong presence, piercing every corner.

"Ruslan," I moaned, my hands clutching the sheets behind me. I could feel my vagina soaking wet.

"I'm here," Ruslan said, stripping off both of our clothes, leaving us naked.

He moved forward, thrusting his cock completely inside me.

The overwhelming feeling of being filled tensed me instantly. My body accepted him well, without a single pain, only intense pleasure. He began to move furiously inside me. Each deep thrust seemed to pour all the longing and anxiety he'd felt for the past few days into the depths of my soul .

My legs clamped around his waist, my arms clasped tightly around his neck, my body moving in rhythm with his thrusts. I screamed, "Ruslan, it feels so good!"

Ruslan, hearing my voice, let out a sensual gasp and thrust even harder.

"Oh, so good, so big!" I continued to scream. My body was extra sensitive tonight, and every thrust from Ruslan was irresistible, a pure pleasure.

"You're biting me so tight, Eva," Ruslan moaned. "How much do you want my cock?"

"Ruslan, your cock is fucking me so good, I'm almost there." It was so intense, I couldn't help but roll my eyes as the intense pleasure washed over me.

"Wait for me, Eva," Ruslan said, accelerating his thrusts.

"Cum for me, Ruslan." I climaxed as I said that, and Ruslan immediately released his entire load inside me. The intense pleasure made me unable to hold on, and I fell asleep.