Page 54 of Brutal Bratva Boss

I plan on rectifying this very soon. I do have needs, after all.

At the end of the week, my sister comes over to watch Kostya. We do not leave him alone too often because he has started getting anxious about it, but my sister knows exactly how to handle him, and he does not seem to mind being left with her.

“Darya, thank you for coming,” I say when I meet her at the front door.

Darya accepts the hug I offer her. “Of course! Any excuse to visit my little nephew. Where is he?”

I nod down the hall. “In the playroom.”

A few months after Kostya was born, we got to work on adding an addition to one side of the house. When we realized it might become problematic when he started walking, we decided it would be beneficial to have a room just for him that he could lose himself in. The room is very similar to the conservatory, with strong glass all around to let the light in. The exception is that it is three times the size and has much higher ceilings to accommodate the plastic jungle gym he is sure to start using soon. Other things in the room include a ball pit as well as a plush toy pit, soft building blocks, and a material track with assorted plastic push motorbikes that Kostya will likely make use of once he gets too mobile for the walking ring. The walls are also covered in non-toxic chalkboard paint, so he is free to draw on them and they are easy to clean.

All in all, between Kat’s time searching things on the internet and the people I employ to bring any of her visions to life or supply whatever we need, I would say we are doing a pretty good job providing anything our son could ever want or need. And lots of love, of course.

I follow behind Darya, and I hear Kostya squeal when she reaches the door and he sees her. “How is my big guy?” She swoops him up, swinging him around above her head—quite impressive given she is only five foot two.

He laughs louder the more she spins him until she brings him down and clutches him to her chest, blowing a raspberry on his cheek.

As I watch this unfold in front of me, I hear footsteps approaching.

Kat stops at the entrance of the room, and it feels like all the air leaves my lungs.

After a lot of protesting, Kat agreed to get ready for a night out even though I would not tell her where we were going.

Her hair is pulled up in that fancy twisted affair I love so much, her sleek neck bare and begging to be kissed. Her black floor-length dress hugs every one of her curves, and the slit that runs up one side stops around mid-thigh. Her feet are wrapped in the same style of heels she was wearing the night we met, the only exception being they are black, not red.

Her lips, however, are the same shade of red from that night, as well as the makeup around her eyes.

When she gives me a sultry smile, her eyes roaming hungrily over my suit-clad body, I wonder if we could just skip dinner altogether and head straight to the hotel for dessert.

“Well, alrighty then!” Darya says as she claps loudly and looks at Kat. “I think you two should go because I don’t know how much longer I can stand here and watch you and my brother fudge each other with your eyes.”

I tip my head to the side. “Fudge each other?”

Darya nods. “Yes, fudge. I can’t say the F word. There are impressionable ears around,” she says as she points to Kostya.

Kat and I both burst out laughing at the same time. I cross over to her in three long strides, placing my hand on her lower back and guiding her toward the exit.

We take one of the sports cars to the restaurant where I endure the most torturous meal I have ever experienced in my life. Don’t get me wrong, the food is great, the wine is some of the best I have ever had, and the service is impeccable. But thanks to Kat looking the way she does, and how she keeps running her hand up my thigh and stopping just short of the crown jewels, by the time we leave the restaurant I have a serious case of blue balls.

I make the short drive to the hotel as fast as the speed limit will allow, handing the keys off to the valet without a care about getting a ticket. Everyone here knows me, and they will know what room we are staying in.

We are barely through the door when I pounce on her. I pull her mouth to mine and push my tongue past her lips. She lets her tongue tangle with mine for a few strokes before she retreats. Then she pulls my lower lip between her teeth.

I pull the clip from her hair, chucking it over my shoulder, and wrap the strands around my fist. Backing her into the counter, I slip my hand under the slit of her dress and curl it around the back of her thigh.

Kat pulls me tighter against her with a hand on my tie, the other one curling around the back of my neck.

When I squeeze her thigh harder, she pushes on my chest.

She looks up at me, her chest heaving similar to how I imagine mine is. “Just please don't tear this dress like the others. It’s new, and I happen to like it very much.”

I bring my face level with hers. “Then you better get naked. And quickly.”

The sides of her mouth curve up. “As long as you do too.”

We both scramble to remove every scrap of clothing we have on, falling into bed once we are both naked. From there it turns into a race to see who can make the other come first. We kiss furiously as I fit myself between Kat’s spread legs until she pushes me to the side and climbs on top, riding me until I am gritting my teeth to keep from coming. I am intent on winning this thing, after all.

Eventually, I flip her over, folding myself over her back and pumping into her until she falls apart. I follow shortly after, collapsing on top of her for a moment before rolling to the side and pulling her into my chest. I pull the sheets up to cover us, and pretty soon our breathing evens out and I drift off clutching my past, present, and future tightly against my chest.

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