Page 10 of The Bratva Bosses' Surrogate

“So, how did your doctor’s appointment go?” I ask.

As we sit, my fingers brush against her leg almost without thought. To my surprise, she doesn’t pull away. It’s a small sign, perhaps, that she’s not entirely closed off to me.

“It was... uhm... It was good.”

I notice her gaze drop to my fingers, lingering there. She’s biting her lip, a subtle reaction, but it speaks volumes. It’s clear she’s on edge, conflicted, maybe even curious.

I lean in closer, my voice low and intimate. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Sofia hesitates for a moment, her eyes darting between my face and my hand still restlessly grazing her thigh. Eventually, she takes a deep breath and nods. “I suppose talking might help.”

This is exactly what Maxym wanted. To make her feel comfortable, to gain her trust. And if I’m being honest with myself, there’s a small part of me that’s fine with that.

I let my fingers trail along the length of her exposed thigh, relishing in the way her breath catches in response to my touch. “Is this okay?” I whisper.

She hesitates for a moment before finally nodding, her lips parting slightly. “Y-yes.”

With that permission granted, I slowly trail my fingers higher along her thigh, the soft fabric of her skirt bunching beneath my touch.

“Tell me more about your appointment.”

“Well,” she begins, whispering, “the doctor said everything looks good so far. He ran a few tests, checked my hormone levels...and, uh, made sure I was fertile.”

I tilt my head slightly, my fingertips grazing the sensitive skin just below the hem of her skirt. “And are you?”

She bites her lip, fighting back a small moan as I apply gentle pressure. “Yes,” she breathes out. “He said that there shouldn’t be any issues.”

“Was any of it painful?” My fingers inch higher under her skirt.

“Just... a little bit.”

“Did it hurt here?” I ask, my fingers now teasingly brushing against the lace of her panties. Sofia’s breath hitches.

“Y-Yes, right there.”

Her response is a shuddering exhale, a silent plea for more. With practiced precision, I begin to stroke her swollen clit, my fingers adeptly finding the rhythm that brings her pleasure.

My heart races with excitement as I witness Sofia surrender to my touch. She arches her back, pressing herself against my hand, her breath growing ragged with each stroke. I can feel the heat radiating from her core, a tangible sign of her desire.

I continue to stroke her clit in slow, deliberate circles, my fingers sliding beneath the lace of her panties, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Her moans grow louder, escaping her lips in short bursts of pleasure.

“Sofia, let me take care of you.”

Sofia’s eyes flutter shut as my words wash over her. I lean in, my lips hovering just inches from hers.

“Trust me,” I whisper against her mouth, my warm breath fanning across her sensitive lips. “I’ll make you feel so good.”

Her lips part in response, a silent invitation I can’t resist. I capture her mouth in a searing kiss. Sofia moans into the kiss, her fingers tangling in my hair as she pulls me closer.

Breaking away for a moment to catch our breaths, I trail a path of hot kisses along her jawline, nipping gently at the sensitive skin beneath her earlobe. I feel her pulse quicken against my lips.

Sofia’s hands grip the fabric of my shirt, her nails digging into my skin as she pulls me closer, desperate for more. My fingers glide along her slick folds, teasing and coaxing her.

Her moans increase in intensity as I increase the pressure, my fingers swirling and circling until she’s trembling on the precipice of ecstasy. Sofia’s nails dig into my scalp, but it only fuels my desire to push her further.

I slide two fingers inside her, curling them just right to hit that sweet spot. Sofia’s body convulses with pleasure, her back arching off the bed as she cries out in ecstasy. The sound is music to my ears.

“Viktor,” she gasps.

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