Page 57 of The Bratva Bosses' Surrogate

The offer surprises me. Maxym, in the kitchen, cooking? “I’ll believe it when I see it. And I’ll have you know, I’m a harsh critic.”

He stands, stretching, the lines of his muscles visible under his shirt. “Challenge accepted.”

Following Maxym into the kitchen feels like stepping onto a new battlefield, one where the weapons are culinary tools and the stakes are, oddly enough, a lot more personal.

He’s already there, rummaging through the fridge, pulling out ingredients with a confidence that’s both impressive and slightly alarming. “Hope you like eggs,” he says, glancing over his shoulder at me with a smirk.

“I’m more curious if you can cook them without setting the kitchen on fire,” I shoot back, leaning against the counter, arms folded, thoroughly enjoying this domestic version of Maxym.

The challenge seems to amuse him. He cracks eggs into a bowl with a flourish, whisking them vigorously. “Prepare to be amazed,” he declares, his focus on the task at hand.

I watch him, the tension from our morning wake-up blending into an easy, playful banter. It’s a side of him I’ve seen glimpses of but never fully in the open. The man who can laugh, who can engage in light-hearted teasing without the weight of his responsibilities shadowing his every move.

As he cooks, I move closer, drawn by the warmth of his presence and the enticing aroma filling the kitchen. “Need a hand?”

“I think you might get more than you bargained for if you offer your hand.”

He turns towards me, setting down the whisk and crossing the distance between us in mere seconds. His eyes darken with desire as he places his hands on either side of me, effectively trapping me against the counter.

He smirks, a combination of arrogance and raw hunger in his eyes. “You asked for it,” he growls before crashing his lips onto mine, a fierce embrace that leaves no room for uncertainty. Our tongues tangle in a heated dance, the kiss filled with an intoxicating mixture of dominance and submission.

My body responds eagerly to his touch, my hands instinctively reaching for him as we explore each other with escalating urgency. I can feel the heat building between us, the hunger and need intertwining in a desperate symphony.

Maxym’s hands grip my waist tightly, pulling me closer to him. His touch is electric, sending shivers down my spine and making my breath hitch in anticipation. He dips his head to my neck, trailing hot kisses along my skin, each one leaving a scorching mark in its wake.

I try to catch my breath as he nips at the sensitive skin just below my earlobe, his teeth grazing me with a hint of pain that heightens my pleasure. My fingers dig into his shoulders as I surrender myself fully to the moment, allowing him to take control.

That’s when he pulls back. “Mustn’t let the eggs burn.”

I pull away from Maxym, my lips swollen and my breath heavy with desire. The intensity of his touch leaves me wanting more, but his reminder about the eggs snaps me back to reality. I shoot him a sultry grin, my voice dripping with anticipation. “Well, we wouldn’t want breakfast to go up in flames now, would we?”

He chuckles darkly, his eyes filled with a mixture of hunger and amusement. “No, we wouldn’t,” he murmurs, running a hand through his tousled hair. “But don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get your fill of something equally hot and delicious.”

Unable to resist any longer, I step closer to him, my body pressed against his back. The heat emanating from his skin sends waves of excitement through me. “You know,” I whisper into his ear, my voice laced with seduction, “cooking isn’t the only thing you’re good at.”

He turns slightly to face me, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Oh? And what else am I good at?” he challenges.

I smirk and trail a finger along his chest, feeling the hardness of his muscles beneath my touch. “Tempting me into all sorts of sinful acts,” I purr.

A low growl escapes his throat as he grabs my waist and pulls me flush against him.

That’s when we detect the smell of burning food. “Shit.”

I laugh softly, feeling a mix of disappointment and amusement wash over me. “Well,” I say with a playful smile, “I guess we’ll have to find another way to satisfy our hunger.”

Maxym’s lips quirk into a smirk as he looks at me. “Trust me,” he says huskily, “I have plenty more delicious ideas in mind.”

That’s when Viktor enters the room and we both pull away from each other, coughing.

“Are you guys ready?” Viktor asks, looking at us expectantly as if he’s completely oblivious to the charged atmosphere he’s just walked into. “For the doctor’s appointment?”

I nod, my mind still reeling from the intensity of the moment with Maxym. “Yeah, we’re ready, or will be when we’ve changed from our pj’s,” I reply, my voice a little breathless.

Maxym clears his throat, his eyes locking with mine for a fleeting second before he turns his attention to Viktor. “We’ll be right behind you,” he says.

As Viktor leaves the room, I can’t help but feel a twinge of disappointment. The interruption had come at the most inconvenient time possible. I had been on the verge of surrendering myself completely to Maxym’s desires, letting him take control in ways that both excited and terrified me.

Maxym turns to me with a smile that sends shivers down my spine. “Looks like we’ll have to put our little game on hold for now,” he says huskily.

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