Page 7 of Sexting the Bratva Boss (Text to Touch)

Ruslan

I moved slowly at first, deliberate, savoring the way Eva's warmth enveloped me, stretching her in ways that made her breath hitch.

My God, the sight of her trembling beneath me, her gasps filling the air as I pulled back almost entirely before sliding back in, deeper this time—it was intoxicating.

I kept my pace measured, each thrust designed to pull every ounce of sensation from her, to feel her tighten around me, hot and unrelenting.

"You feel so good," she gasped, her voice shaking, and those words sent a surge of heat through me.

My hands gripped her hips, guiding her as I quickened my rhythm. The sound of our bodies meeting echoed in the room, blending with our ragged breaths. I leaned down, my lips finding her neck, teeth grazing her skin as I whispered, "No one else will ever make you feel like this."

Her soft moan drove me wild, her fingers digging into my shoulders as I thrust harder, hitting that spot inside her that made her body shudder. I could feel her unraveling, every nerve in her body alight, and it fueled me.

I pulled out suddenly, her whine of protest only spurring me on. Before she could say a word, I flipped her onto her hands and knees, my hands spreading her thighs wider as I positioned myself behind her. The first thrust was sharp and deep, her cry ringing out as her hands fisted the sheets.

"That's it," I growled, gripping her hips tightly as I drove into her. "Let me hear you."

Her moans filled the air with every thrust, each one pushing me closer to the edge as her pleasure built like a storm. I leaned over her, my chest pressing against her back, and whispered in her ear, "You're doing so well, Eva. Take it all for me."

Her shivers at my words sent a thrill through me, and when she arched her back, meeting my thrusts with equal intensity, I nearly lost control. The heat between us was unbearable, her body trembling as she teetered on the brink.

But I wasn't done with her yet. I stopped, pulling out and lifting her to her feet. She turned to me, confusion and desperation in her eyes, and I smirked, my own desire burning in my chest as I guided her toward the large French window.

"Lean against the glass," I commanded, my voice low and firm.

She hesitated, glancing out at the city below, her breath fogging the glass as she pressed her palms against it. I stepped behind her, my hands sliding down her sides to grip her hips. I pressed myself against her, hard and ready, and her soft whimper sent a jolt through me.

"Are you nervous?" I teased, my lips brushing her ear. "What if they see you? What if they know what I'm doing to you?"

Her body responded instantly, a shiver running through her as I felt her arousal spike. My hands moved to her breasts, kneading them roughly as I pressed my length against her backside.

"Tell me, Eva," I murmured, my voice thick with need. "Does it excite you? The thought of someone watching you take me like this?"

She couldn't speak, her mind lost in the haze of desire as I entered her again, slow and deliberate.

Each thrust pushed her closer to the edge, her hands sliding down the glass as she struggled to hold herself up.

I pointed to the building across the street, my voice a low growl.

"See that man in the window? What if he's watching you right now?

What if he knows exactly what I'm doing to you? "

Her heart raced—I could feel it in the way her body tensed against mine. I glanced across the street, spotting the man standing by his window, oblivious to the scene unfolding before him.

"He's got no idea," I continued, my thrusts growing harder, faster. "But you know. You can see him, can't you? And you can imagine what would happen if he knew."

Her moan broke free as the pleasure built inside her, her body responding to my words and my touch. I reached around, pinching her nipples as they pressed against the cool glass, feeling her shudder under my hands.

"That's it," I whispered, my breath hot against her neck. "Let go for me. Let them all see how much you need this."

Her body tensed as her climax hit, her cries echoing through the room as I kept driving into her, drawing out every wave of my release until she was utterly spent.

After several intense climaxes, Eva had collapsed into unconsciousness. I pulled the covers over her naked form, tucking them around her shoulders with surprising gentleness.

The room fell into a heavy silence, broken only by the soft rhythm of her breathing. Each exhale was steady and peaceful, a stark contrast to the gasps and moans that had filled the air just hours before.

This was a first for me.

The first time a woman had ever spent the night in my bed.

My territory. My most private sanctuary.

And now it was invaded by a completely foreign presence.

Her scent wasn't the cloying sweetness of cheap perfume that usually clung to the women who passed through my world.

No, this was something clean and bright—citrus mixed with something indefinably her.

It invaded my nostrils whether I wanted it to or not.

I took a deep breath, trying to clear my head, but all that did was pull her essence deeper into my lungs .

The feeling was... strange. Unsettling in a way I couldn't quite name.

I looked down at her sleeping face. Those green eyes that were always so guarded, so full of stubborn defiance when she was awake, now lay closed and peaceful. All her walls were down, leaving her looking vulnerable as a child who'd never learned to fear the dark.

My mind drifted back, almost against my will, to a few hours earlier. Back to my office at Yvann Group, where this whole thing had started.

I'd just sent Eva a text asking what she was up to. Nothing fancy, just testing the waters. Then I'd tossed my phone carelessly onto the mahogany desk and turned my attention back to the real estate development proposal my secretary had delivered.

The project looked promising—prime location, massive potential for profit. The kind of deal that should have had my complete focus. But I found myself distracted, which was rare as hell for me. In my line of work, a wandering mind could get you killed.

The phone screen lit up silently. Eva's reply.

Eva: Working.

Below the text was a photo that made my jaw clench.

She was wearing the black velvet uniform that hugged every curve of her body like a second skin.

Her pale skin created a striking contrast against the dark fabric, almost luminous in the club's lighting.

But what really caught my attention was the silver logo embroidered on her left breast—"Platinum.

" The design I'd personally approved for Platinum Plus.

The girl who'd accidentally sent me that sexy photo was working at my own damn club.

A week of text flirtation had worn my patience thin. Playing games through a screen, trying to control and seduce with just words—it was like jacking off when what you really wanted was to fuck. The virtual power trip was a poor substitute for the real thing.

Every message she sent carried this amateur attempt at seduction, like a cat testing out her claws for the first time, not knowing she was playing with fire. The dissatisfaction had been building in my chest for days, and this game had gone on long enough.

And now Eva Stone had delivered herself right into my domain.

Too fucking convenient.

In my world, coincidences were usually carefully orchestrated traps. Years in the bratva had taught me to be suspicious of anything that seemed too good to be true. Was she one of Joseph's pawns? A test from Casimir? Maybe some rival's idea of a "gift" with strings attached?

I narrowed my eyes, drumming my fingers against the desk while my mind ran through every possibility. Finally, I grabbed my phone and speed-dialed Dimitri. My voice was ice-cold when he picked up.

"I need you to run a background check. Eva Stone. Ten minutes—I want everything."

Dimitri was a professional. No questions, no hesitation.

Eight minutes later, my phone buzzed with his report.

"Пахан, her background's clean as a whistle.

Twenty-one years old, father's dead, mother works as a seamstress.

Moved to LA from Alabama about a year ago.

Lives in some shitty apartment on Oak Street.

Does extra work during the day, works nights at Platinum Plus.

Simple social circle—only close connection in LA is Ivanka Morgan, who's the one who got her the club job.

Oh, and she's got less than five hundred bucks in her bank account. "

Ivanka.

I rubbed my temples, feeling the pieces click into place. My sister's daughter. My scatterbrained, careless-as-hell niece.

That explained the wrong number perfectly.

The kid was an actress, always rushing around with her head in the clouds. Probably meant to hook her friend up with some agent and mixed up my number with theirs. Classic Ivanka move.

My suspicions dissolved like a stone dropped in deep water. In their place rose the familiar thrill of a predator spotting prey.

Me: good girl, good kitten. now it's my turn to deliver on my promise.

I typed back to Eva, then turned to Dimitri. "Get the car. We're going to Platinum Plus. "

I spotted her the moment I walked into the club.

She was small, delicate even, but she carried herself with this straight-backed pride that made her stand out from the crowd. Even in the same uniform as every other girl, there was something different about her. Something that made my blood hum with anticipation.

She was more vibrant in person than in photos, more tempting.

I started walking toward her, taking my time, enjoying the way her face changed when she saw me coming.

I loved watching her expressions shift—the panic, the embarrassment, and underneath it all, that hunger she was trying so hard to hide. It was like catnip for my ego.