Page 38 of Baby for the Bratva

“Hear me out,” I say, trying to buy some time. “I want… a sports car. Something expensive.”

“Done,” he replies, waving his hand around like it’s nothing. Maybe it is nothing to him, and I should be asking for more.

“And you pay for the trip. And whatever shopping I want to do,” I add quickly.

“Done and done. Uncross your legs.”

I uncross them slowly, making him wait for the prize I was supposed to give him when I lost. I feel so horribly exposed, especially since he still has his clothes on, but it also puts a pleasant warmth in my belly. I hope he can’t see the puddle of wetness I’m making on his bed.

Yuri rubs his chin, the scratching of stubble breaking the silence again. “I will do everything you ask of me, money-wise, but if I win, you’re going to be my toy for the evening.”

Toy? Is that really what he thinks of me? I was prepared to have sex with him, but I think he might be taking things a little too far with that one.

I cross my arms. “I’m a person, not a doll.”

“You’ll be both tonight if you lose,” he replies, maintaining his composure.

I scoff. “That’s ridiculous. I thought you wanted to have a nice, romantic evening, but I can see you’re just looking for a girl who will do whatever you want.”

“You’re right on the money, darling. I’m a nasty man, and I’d like to do nasty things to you,” he admits, his voice deep and hoarse.

My breath catches in my throat. I wasn’t expecting such intensity from him, and it’s making it difficult to formulate a coherent response. My skin is riddled with goosebumps, and I’m afraid that he’s going to notice them and call me out on my arousal.

Yuri steps closer, and I’m inches away from throwing caution to the wind. All it would take would be to fall back on the bed, and I’m certain he’d pounce, mounting me in an instant and making my body explode with new sensations.

A couple of days without sex doesn’t count as a dry spell, but I might as well be in a desert with how thirsty I feel. Yuri’s muscular body looks like a wine glass full of crystal clear water, and the temptation to take a sip grows stronger by the second.

“Time to flip the coin,” he says, snatching it off the table and flicking it to me.

I catch it in my palm, looking it over for a moment. It’s a pound coin, something I’ve held before but never got a good look at. On the front there’s the head of Queen Elizabeth the second, and on the back there’s a crown with various plants sprouting out of it.

“This is cute,” I say, turning it over in my hand a few times.

Yuri gives me an impatient look, pressing his lips together as I attempt to buy myself more time.

But a single pound isn’t going to buy me much, so I suck in a deep breath and pick a side. “I’ll go with heads.”

Yuri nods. “Heads, I buy you a car and pay for your trip. Tails, you’re mine for the rest of the night. Anything I say, goes.”

I look down at the coin in my hand, then back up at him. “Sounds dangerous.”

“I’ll let you pick a safe word,” he replies, pushing his fingers through his hair.

I’m not sure I can trust him to honor a safe word, but if I can’t trust him with that, then why am I even in his bedroom in the first place? Here I am, a small woman with absolutely no means to defend herself, sitting naked on the bed of a man thrice her size and covered in tattoos. He could probably curl me with one arm.

Is it wrong that I find his ability to overpower me attractive?

I close my eyes and flip the coin before I can back out. The metallic ping sounds like a gong in the heavy silence, and I can hear the air moving as it spins in the air. I open my eyes to catch it in my hand, flipping it back over and slapping it down on the back of my other hand.

I look up at Yuri, my heart slamming in my chest. “You ready?”

“You’re the one who’s nervous,” he replies, pretending to yawn.

I remove my hand from the coin to reveal my fate, but it takes a moment for my eyes to adjust and see what the result is. The entire night hinges on this one flip, possibly my entire future.

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Yuri

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