Page 8 of Sexting the Bratva Boss (Text to Touch)

When she went to the bar, I pulled out my phone and started texting her. Playing with her, pushing her buttons, watching her squirm.

I was enjoying the hell out of teasing my маленькая кошка.

Eva made a soft sound in her sleep, unconsciously pressing closer to my chest like she was seeking warmth. The small gesture pulled me back to the present.

A wave of unfamiliar drowsiness washed over me.

Most of my business happened after midnight—deals, shootouts, negotiations, and cleanup. Sleep had always been a luxury I couldn't afford.

But lying here with her warm, soft body against mine, breathing in the clean scent from her hair... I found myself relaxing in a way I hadn't in years.

I didn't fight it. I closed my eyes and let sleep take me.

My internal clock woke me at exactly 6:15 AM, same as always.

I opened my eyes to find Eva already awake, carefully reaching for her wrinkled uniform on the floor. The sheet had slipped down, exposing the smooth line of her back and the marks I'd left on her skin. In the morning light, they looked like brands of ownership.

Desire hit me like a sucker punch .

I reached out and pulled her back against me before she could grab her clothes.

"Ah—" She let out a startled gasp as she collided with my chest.

"Morning," I said, my voice rough with sleep and want.

She was obviously flustered. "Good—good morning, Mr. Yvannov."

Mr. Yvannov?

I raised an eyebrow, not liking the formal distance she was trying to create.

I rolled over, pinning her beneath me, caging her in with my arms.

"Last night when you were coming apart under me, you sure as hell weren't calling me 'Mr. Yvannov.'" I leaned down and pressed a kiss to her cheek. "Say my name, Eva."

Her face went bright red, but she didn't try to escape. Instead, she bit her lower lip and met my gaze with something that looked almost like a challenge. Then she reached up and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling herself closer.

"Ruslan." The way she said it was pure seduction, like a match struck in the dark.

Her bare legs tangled with mine as I pinned her to the bed, my cock already hard and pressing against her thigh.

Eva's green eyes were wide, her lips parted as she breathed in shaky little gasps.

She smelled like sleep and sex, a mix of sweat and that damn perfume she wore that always made me think of fucking her.

"Ruslan," I growled, my voice low and rough. "Say it again."

She bit her lip, her honey-colored hair splayed out across the pillow like a fucking halo. "Ruslan," she whispered, and it was like a fucking drug, the way she said my name. Like she was begging for me to ruin her.

I didn't wait. I grabbed her hips and flipped her onto her stomach, shoving her ass into the air.

She gasped, but she didn't fight me. She never did.

Her body was already arching, her pussy slick and ready for me.

I ran my hand down the curve of her spine, feeling the way she trembled under my touch.

"This is what you want, isn't it?" I asked, my fingers sliding between her thighs to tease her dripping cunt. She whimpered, her hips jerking toward my hand. "You want me to fuck you like this? Hard and fast?"

"Yes," she moaned, her voice breaking on the word. "Fuck me, Ruslan. Please."

I didn't need to be told twice. I lined up my cock with her entrance and shoved into her in one brutal thrust. She cried out, her nails digging into the sheets as I buried myself to the hilt. She was so fucking tight, so wet, and I couldn't get enough of her.

"That's it," I snarled, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in. Her ass slapped against my hips, the sound filthy and obscene. "Take it, Eva. Take every fucking inch of me."

She was panting now, her moans growing louder with every thrust. I grabbed her hips tighter, using them to pull her back onto my cock as I fucked into her relentlessly. Her pussy clenched around me, squeezing me so fucking perfectly that I almost lost it right then and there.

"You feel so fucking good," I groaned, my pace quickening. "Your pussy was made for me, wasn't it? Made for my cock."

"Yes," she sobbed, her voice shaking with pleasure. "Only yours, Ruslan. Only ever yours."

I reached around to rub her clit, my fingers slick with her own arousal. She cried out, her back arching even more as I pressed harder. I could feel her pussy tightening around me, feel her getting closer and closer to the edge.

"Come for me," I ordered, my voice harsh with need. "Come on my cock, Eva. I want to feel you fucking come."

She screamed as she obeyed, her body convulsing with pleasure as she came hard around me. Her cunt clenched down on my cock like a fucking vice, and I couldn't hold back anymore. With a low growl, I buried myself deep inside her and came, my cum flooding her tight little pussy.

"Fuck," I muttered, running a hand through my hair. "You're going to be the death of me, Eva."

Afterwards, I leaned back against the headboard while Eva lay beside me, those green eyes fixed on my face with quiet intensity. Like a well-fed cat who'd finally retracted her claws.

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting shifting patterns across the room.

"Now let's talk about our ongoing arrangement," I said, my voice back to its usual controlled tone.

Eva's body tensed slightly, emotions flickering across her face.

"I thought we were already—"

"Finished?" I cut her off with a laugh. "This isn't a one-night transaction. I don't plan on fucking you just once."

I had to admit, Eva had exceeded my expectations. One night hadn't been nearly enough to satisfy my interest—if anything, it had only made me hungrier. Her body, her responses, the way she'd come apart in my hands... it was all better than I'd imagined.

I wasn't usually the type to get hung up on women, but this girl had gotten under my skin. Just looking at the marks I'd left on her body was enough to make me hard again, which is why we'd already gone for round two this morning.

I'd expected this to be simple—she'd give me a night, I'd give her the acting gig she wanted, and we'd go our separate ways. But plans change.

I wanted to keep her. At least until the novelty wore off.

"Eva." I looked her straight in the eye. "I can fund your acting career, give you the resources you're looking for. But the condition is that you stay with me until I get bored."

Eva considered this, staying quiet while she thought it through.

I could see the internal struggle, the way she was weighing pros and cons, calculating risks and benefits. But I wasn't worried. She'd say yes.

I never misjudged people, and this girl had ambition written all over her. She was a cat with sharp claws and the will to use them.

I liked watching her think. She was smart enough not to play coy or pretend to be offended, but stubborn enough not to jump at the first offer.

Finally, she nodded once, sharp and decisive.

"Okay. "

Just one word, clean and simple.

I smiled. I loved doing business with intelligent people.

My phone buzzed on the nightstand. Dimitri's name on the screen.

"Talk," I answered.

"Пахан," Dimitri's voice was its usual mechanical precision.

"Joseph torched our construction site on the east side early this morning.

Security spotted it fast and got it under control, so damage was minimal.

But this is clearly payback for us stealing that contract from him last month. Guy's still bothered about it."

My eyes drifted to Eva, who was frowning as she tried to get back into that uniform. Damn, that was actually kind of cute.

"Have my secretary send women's clothes to the penthouse at Platinum Plus," I said suddenly. "Handle the Joseph situation when I get back to the office."

"Да, пахан."

I hung up and turned to Eva. "Wait here. Someone will bring you fresh clothes, and they'll give you a ride home."

She nodded.

I got dressed, took one last look at her still naked on my bed, and left.

By the time I reached the conference room, Dimitri was already waiting with his tablet ready.

"Пахан." He handed me the device.

The screen showed photos from the construction site—charred fencing, excavators covered in fire-suppression foam.

Arson. Street thug tactics. Stupid and ineffective, designed more to annoy than cause real damage.

But being annoyed was still being annoyed, and I didn't let that shit slide.

Time to teach Joseph a lesson.

I settled back in my leather chair and looked at Dimitri. "Our inside man in Joseph's drug operation—what's he been reporting lately?"

Dimitri's eyes lit up with understanding and anticipation. "Perfect timing, пахан. According to our source, Joseph's biggest shipment of the year arrives tomorrow night. High-grade Colombian product—this is his most important deal."

"Location?"

"Abandoned cannery on the south side. They'll bring the shipment there for packaging before distributing it to the street-level dealers. All of Joseph's top lieutenants will be there."

"Excellent." I gave him his orders. "Prepare an anonymous gift for the LAPD narcotics division.

Include the exact address of the cannery, building schematics, arrival time for the shipment, and photos with names of Joseph's key people.

And Dimitri—make sure nothing traces back to the Yvannov Family. "

Dimitri's grin was pure satisfaction. "Да, пахан! Joseph's going to be crippled for months after this."

I didn't respond. Tomorrow night, when the DEA's tactical team kicked down those doors and rounded up Joseph's crew along with his product, he'd never know who'd delivered the killing blow.

After a pause, Dimitri continued. "Пахан, our informant inside the Monteiro Family discovered something interesting."

I gestured for him to continue.

"Joseph's half-brother, Jonathan, isn't as useless as everyone thinks. He's been quietly sabotaging Joseph's operations from within. Could be useful to us down the line."

Jonathan Monteiro—old Monteiro's son by his second wife, barely a footnote in the Family hierarchy. Interesting that he was playing a deeper game.

But not my problem right now. I wasn't counting on help from anyone in the Monteiro organization.

"Keep tabs on it for now," I said. "Tell our source to pay attention."

"Да, пахан."

Dimitri left me to handle the backlog of paperwork.

By 12:30, I'd cleared most of the urgent files, but my mind kept wandering to Eva. Those defiant green eyes, the way she'd looked underneath me, the complex expression on her face when she'd agreed to our arrangement.

What was she doing now? Had she gone back to that shitty apartment?

I pulled out my phone and opened our text thread. The last message was from yesterday—nothing new since I'd left the club this morning. Four hours of silence.

An unfamiliar restlessness started eating at me.

Anna had already reported back that the clothes I'd arranged went unused. Eva hadn't waited in the penthouse like I'd told her to. The little cat had left on her own.

Me: u home?

I set the phone on my desk and tried to focus on the remaining contracts.

One minute. Five minutes. Ten.

The screen stayed dark. No response. My jaw clenched involuntarily. This little cat had bigger balls than I'd given her credit for—starting our arrangement by giving her benefactor the silent treatment.

I didn't know much about the entertainment industry, but I'd had Dimitri reach out to some contacts last week.

Maybe it was time to dangle some bait to get my маленькая кошка to respond.

Me: let's talk about your acting career. got several Hollywood studios looking for actresses for major roles. pick a script you like and let me know.