Page 43 of The Bratva Bosses' Surrogate

She bites her lip, a hint of mischief in her eyes. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

I chuckle, the sound dark and promising. “Oh, I have my guesses. But I’d much rather hear it from you.”

Her cheeks flush with a rosy hue, and for a moment, she looks away, her gaze returning to mine with a boldness that takes me by surprise. “Maybe I dream about a certain Bratva boss who’s not as tough as he seems.”

“And which one of us would that be?”

“You. Ivan. Viktor. Does it really matter?”

Her words send a jolt through me. Sure, we’re in this poly arrangement, but a part of me, a big part, wants her to chooseme, to prefer me over the others. But if she doesn’t, I have to accept that. It’s the deal we made, after all.

“I suppose it doesn’t,” I reply, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside. “As long as it’s one of us keeping you warm at night.”

She laughs, a sound that’s becoming increasingly addictive to me. “I guess I’m lucky then, having three of the most dangerous men in the city vying for my attention.”

“Dangerous, yes. But we have our charms.”

“And what about you?” she dares to ask, her voice a mere whisper. “What do you dream about at night?”

I can’t stifle my dark chuckle; it rumbles out from my chest like a warning. That she has the audacity to question me is brazen and provokes something primal in me.

“My dreams, Sofia?” My lips curl into a wicked grin. “They aren’t nearly as pure as yours.”

She narrows her eyes playfully, her lips parting slightly with anticipation. “Who said my dreams are pure?”

That earns a hearty laugh from me before I can stop myself. The sound echoes through the candle-lit room, making heads turn our way—eyes quickly shying away when they meet mine.

“I’m curious, Sofia,” I murmur, my fingers tracing the back of her hand. “Dreaming about us Bratva bosses? Or is it more...?”

She blushes, looking down at her plate. “Who knows?”

“Cocky little thing, aren’t you?” I scoff, “But you haven’t answered my question.”

“And you haven’t answered mine,” she retorts.

God, how I want to claim her there and then.

“Well,” I purr, resting my hand on her thigh beneath the tablecloth. Her breath hitches and I take pleasure from the reaction, from the power I have over this woman. “Maybe these dreams of mine revolve around a certain woman who’s caught my interest.”

Her eyes darken at the implication, a smirk playing on her lips. “Are these dreams, shall we say, dirty?”

“Darling,” I lean in closer to her ear, my voice dropping an octave as I feel the heat radiating off her skin. “They’re dirtier than you could ever imagine.”

“Do share”

I laugh low in my throat, really enjoying this game of cat and mouse we’re playing.

“Patience.” My fingers dig deeper into the soft flesh of her thigh as warning bells echo in the back of my mind. She’s getting to me more than anyone else ever has. “All good things come to those who wait.”

“Does that include you?”

“Bloody hell, Sofia.” I curse under my breath before downing the rest of my vodka.

Her laughter rings out, vibrant and full of life. The sound resonates within me, stoking a fire that threatens to consume me whole.

“Guess we’ll find out,” she says finally.

“Perhaps we will, Sofia.” I drawl out her name like a promise, my grip on her thigh becoming borderline possessive. “Perhaps we will.”

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