Page 6 of Sexting the Bratva Boss (Text to Touch)

My throat went dry. Shame washed over me like a tsunami.

The club manager, who'd been keeping an eye on our corner, came running over when he heard the crash. He was about to say something when the man in front of me casually raised his hand, like he was brushing away some annoying fly .

The manager's steps froze mid-stride, his panic morphing into a careful, obsequious smile.

"Come with me." Ruslan's eyes never left mine, his tone brooking no argument.

He stood and walked toward his private elevator.

I hesitated, rooted to the spot, but my feet seemed to have a mind of their own, carrying me after him. So I ignored all those stares that felt like they could cut glass and stepped into that elevator that led to the top floor.

The elevator doors slid shut in front of me, cutting off all the noise and prying eyes from the main floor.

The elevator rose smoothly with only the soft hum of machinery. In this enclosed space, his presence felt magnified tenfold. That crisp, cold scent of his wrapped around me like a cocoon.

I could hear my heart hammering like a drum and my breathing coming in short, nervous gasps.

"You're..." I finally managed to speak, my voice barely audible.

Even now, I couldn't quite believe this was really happening.

"Ruslan Yvannov." His voice was calm and level, like he was stating the most obvious fact in the world. "Owner of Platinum Plus."

My fingers unconsciously gripped the hem of my uniform tighter as I tried to process this reality.

"Nervous, маленькая кошка?" His voice dropped lower, carrying a hint of amusement.

"I'm just a little surprised by who you are." I shook my head, trying to hide the tremor that was building deep inside me.

"Surprised?" He took a step closer. The elevator was small to begin with—this single step left me nowhere to run.

I could feel the fabric of his suit pants brush against my skirt. My eyes flickered away instinctively, but my feet stayed planted.

He reached out and tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze. His thumb traced along my jawline, the rough pad of his finger sending electric currents through my entire body.

"I thought you'd be scared," he said with a soft chuckle .

I swallowed hard. Just having him look at me like this was enough to send that familiar, shameful heat spreading through my lower belly.

I forced myself to suppress the urge building inside me and replied as coolly as I could manage. "I don't see what there is to be afraid of."

"Now that's a good answer, my clever маленькая кошка." The amusement in his eyes deepened, like my response had pleased him.

Then he leaned down, his burning lips almost touching my ear, his warm breath ghosting over my sensitive skin and making me shiver.

"Then don't overthink it," his voice carried that hypnotic power that could make anyone do anything, "Tonight, you belong to me."

My ears turned bright red instantly, and I felt my cheeks heat up.

He didn't say anything else, just let his gaze roam up and down my body like a patient, predatory wolf.

The elevator doors opened.

The luxurious yet understated presidential suite spread out before me.

It was an incredibly spacious room. Crystal chandeliers overhead cast warm golden light that fell softly across the pale floors.

Floor-to-ceiling windows took up an entire wall, revealing the night cityscape like an unrolled painting.

All of Los Angeles sprawled out below us—a sight that would take anyone's breath away.

I'd never set foot in here before. My coworkers used to gossip about this place, saying it was the CEO's private domain.

They'd joke that besides the man himself, probably only the cleaning staff ever got to see what it looked like inside.

And now here I was, standing on impossibly soft wool carpet in the penthouse suite, feeling like I was walking on clouds.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him shrugging off his jacket, and my gaze couldn't help but follow his movements.

His fingers were long and powerful, with defined knuckles, methodically unfastening the single-breasted buttons of his suit.

The jacket was casually tossed onto a nearby velvet sofa, revealing the crisp white dress shirt underneath.

The shirt clung to his strong frame—I could even make out the contours of his chest and abs through the fabric .

Next, he rolled up his sleeves, exposing his muscled forearms. Every single movement radiated lethal masculine appeal.

The appeal of someone in complete control.

My throat went dry.

He seemed to notice my burning stare and turned toward me with that teasing tone: "You spilled my drink. How do you plan to make up for it?"

"I-I can pay for your drink." I snapped back to attention.

"Money?" He let out a soft laugh, walking over to stand in front of me. Those blue eyes were filled with undisguised desire. "I don't need money, Eva. I want something else."

His words burned me, and my breath hitched.

He pressed his thumb hard against my lower lip, blurring the sparse lipstick left from biting it, leaving a bruised mark.

I flinched at the warmth of his fingertips and the tingling sensation of my lips being pressed, but didn't pull away.

"Good girl, say my name." His fingers softened, caressing the soft flesh repeatedly, as if savoring a delicious dessert with his eyes.

A raspy, unintelligible sound escaped my throat. "Ruslan."

His eyes darkened, and his breathing became noticeably heavier.

His fingers, advancing further, slid between my slightly parted lips, pressing their tips against the tip of my tongue.

My tongue trembled uncontrollably, like a frightened fish.

He seemed pleased by my reaction, and his fingertips moved inward, pressing firmly against the base of my tongue.

"Ah..." I could no longer hold back, a broken moan escaping from the depths of my throat.

My eyes were half-lidded, only his handsome face, so close to me, visible in my eyes.

His fingers stirred in my mouth, causing my saliva to flow uncontrollably from the corners of my mouth, forming a glistening trail.

My body went limp like a puddle of water, and I collapsed into his arms.

He pulled me into his embrace.

"To the bed? "

I nodded weakly, and he lifted me horizontally, holding me tightly in his arms.

He carried me, striding towards the king-size bed in the center of the room.

I was laid on the bed, the coolness of the sheets seeping through my uniform into my skin, but it couldn't extinguish the fire within me that he had ignited, burning ever brighter.

He leaned over me, so close I could see the lust in his eyes.

"Ruslan," I whispered his name. I hadn't expected to be so close to this man of my dreams.

I was met with a powerful, overbearing, and irresistible kiss.

His lips pressed down with scorching heat. His tongue pried open my lips and mingled with mine.

My breath was snatched away, a suffocating feeling and a dizziness that combined to set off fireworks in my mind.

His thick, slender fingers slid to my waist, following the edge of my uniform upwards. Wherever their fingers passed, a sensation like an electric current coursed through my body.

I leaned against his chest, my hands unconsciously clutching his shirt, and in my panic, I ripped open a button.

"Slow down, good girl." He chuckled, the sound seemingly emanating from his chest. "Don't rush."

Ruslan quickly removed his clothes, the light highlighting his near-perfect figure.

My eyes were drawn to his bronzed body like a magnet, unable to tear themselves away.

His shoulders were broad, his muscles smooth and firm, his waist thick, his abdominal muscles as defined as if they were carved by a knife.

Yet, a horrible old scar ran across his chest, slanting down towards his abdomen.

The edges of the scar had long since faded to a pale white, yet the ferocity of its former self was still evident.

A black tattoo snaked around it, seemingly embellishing the wound and adding a touch of ferocity.

My gaze lingered on the scar for a second, suppressing the surprise and confusion within me.

He raised an eyebrow. "You're staring. Do you like it? "

With that, he slumped over me. Shame made me want to crawl into a hole, but he wouldn't let me retreat.

His lips snaked down from the corner of my lips, branding the sensitive side of my neck. My body arched unconsciously, meeting his touch.

He sucked my earlobe and whispered in that heart-wrenching, husky voice, "Relax, маленькая кошка, let me take a good look at you."

His fingers deftly unbuttoned my uniform, and the light calluses on his hands brushed against my skin, making me shiver.

Then he pulled off my bra and my now-drenched panties.

Ruslan's fingertips picked up the panties, held them up in front of me, and teased, "Poor you, look how wet you are for me."

I was completely naked, my nipples standing erect like pebbles in the cool air. The sight of the soaked panties made my cheeks burn, and a surge of heat welled up in my belly.

"You need me," Ruslan teased.

His deep, raspy voice was like encouragement and enticement, and my body immediately responded with eagerness, aroused by him. He was like a skilled hunter, while I was just a clumsy, inexperienced novice before him.

God, I did need him.

His head was buried between my leg, dipping, and his tongue flicked out, tasting me in one long, slow swipe.

My back arched off the bed as a gasp tore from my throat.

He chuckled against me, the vibration sending sparks through my core.

"So sweet," he murmured, his breath hot against my sensitive skin. "Just as I imagined."

His tongue moved with precision, exploring every inch of me, teasing and tasting until I was trembling.

His hands gripped my hips, holding me in place as he buried his face deeper.

Every flick of his tongue was electric, every suck sending waves of pleasure crashing through me.

My fingers tangled in his hair, tugging as desperation took over.

"Ruslan," I whimpered, my voice breaking. "Please…"

He pulled back just enough to smirk up at me, his lips glistening with my arousal. "Please what?" His voice was a low growl, filled with promise and danger.

But before I could answer, his mouth was on me again, his tongue circling that sensitive spot that had me seeing stars. My hips bucked against him, unable to stay still. His grip tightened, and he held me down, refusing to let me escape the intensity of his touch.

"Let it happen," he commanded, his voice rough with desire. "I want to taste it all."

And then I was gone, losing myself in the waves of pleasure as he pushed me over the edge. My body shuddered violently, my cries filling the room as he drank every drop of my release, not stopping until I was completely spent.

When he finally pulled away, his blue eyes locked onto mine, dark and hungry. "Not done with you yet," he said, his voice thick with promise.

My heart pounded as he moved up my body, his lips capturing mine in a searing kiss. I could taste myself on him, and it only made me crave more.

He seemed pleased with my reaction. He leaned down and rubbed his already rock-hard penis against my slippery entrance.

Each friction brought a wave of pleasure that made my scalp tingle.

"Beg for it, Eva," he commanded.

I begged almost instinctively, "Ruslan, please, come in."

He finally parted my legs and aimed his massive penis at the wet, hot area that had longed for him. He slowly lowered his waist.

But the moment he entered me, he suddenly stopped.

He pulled himself up, his deep blue eyes burning with desire, a mixture of shock, disbelief, and a hint of regret.

He lowered his head, staring at the place where we were connected, then raised it again, looking at me. "Fuck," he cursed under his breath, his voice horribly hoarse. "So tight, is this your first time?"

I bit my lip and nodded. He looked at me, silent for a long moment. I didn't know what he was thinking. Was he feeling deceived or disappointed? My heart sank, bit by bit. My pussy was aching, and I felt a little embarrassed.

Just when I thought he would withdraw without mercy, he leaned down and gently kissed me on the lips.

"Don't be afraid, good girl." his voice was soothing and numb. "Relax, leave it to me, my маленькая кошка."

He paused, and used his hands and lips to ignite and tease me all over my body until I couldn't hold back any more sobs and pushed against his shoulders. Only then did he patiently push deeper, almost at a torturous pace.

I could feel a new and unfamiliar pleasure spreading from the deepest part of our connection. When he was completely inside me, we both sighed with satisfaction. He stretched me to my limit.

He didn't start thrusting right away, but buried himself deep inside me, letting me adjust to his size.

He lowered his head and nuzzled my nose.

"Now," he said, "you're completely mine."