Page 35 of Forced Bratva Bride

“Why would you waste time with the intake process by double-packing the crates before they are loaded?” I blurt, having noticed the flaw in his system almost immediately.

“Well spotted. We have to do it that way. It's a pain in the ass, but recently we've been having some issues. And that allows us the chance to double-check and possibly catch those interferences.”

“Outside interference?”

“Yes.”

“You mean someone messing with your business?”

“Exactly.”

There is a loud crash behind us and Maxim spins toward it. One of the works shouts, and he runs over to see what has happened. I follow quickly behind him.

A young man, perhaps a few years older than I am, cradles his arm in his hand as blood gushes out of a cut along his skin. He looks shaken.

“Are you alright?” I ask, feeling worried about the amount of blood spilling onto the floor. “We should get him to a hospital…"

I glance around me to find Maxim, but he has his back turned. “Find Dominique,” he mutters, his voice sounding strained, and then he marches off.

Anger surges through me. Why would he brush off someone’s injury like that? This guy clearly needs help, and he is the boss, so why isn’t he helping?

An older guy runs towards the chaos, and immediately begins to tightly wrap a bandage over the wound. “Come on, let’s get you to the med bay. You might need stitches.”

I shake my head. Where did Maxim go?

I walk toward the office, seeing as that was the last place we were headed before this happened. And I find him inside with his back to me, leaning against his desk.

“What the hell was that about? That guy needed you and you just walked away and left him to have to deal—"

He turns to face me, and his skin is an ashy gray, a damp glow of sweat across his brow.

His eyes are drifting, and he looks as though he is about to pass out.

I quickly grab his office chair and pull it toward him, pushing him into it. “Lean forward,” I say, pushing his head low. He does it without fighting me, and takes deep slow breathes as the color begins to return to his face.

“What happened? Are you okay?” I ask, worried about how he looks.

“I don’t really handle the sight of blood very well.” He chuckles dryly. “It is an unfortunate thing that I can’t control. If I had stayed to help him, I would have ended up needing help myself, and we have some important clients stopping by in about an hour. I don’t think that would have been a good look for me.” I can see he is embarrassed.

“That’s an annoying quirk,” I chuckle.

“Tell me about it.” He smiles back at me, looking a tiny bit more like himself. "Besides, that's why I hired Dominique. Knowing that when things like that happen, I won’t be of much use, I hired someone with the sole task of dealing with injuries. Dominique is a trained medical professional and is available to my team at all times.”

I watch him as he sits up straighter in his chair. His brow still glistening with a thin layer of perspiration. I can see how much his workers mean to him, and even though he struggles with his phobia of blood, he still goes out of his way to make sure it won’t affect them.

“So you have important clients coming soon, and you look a little bit of a wreck,” I grin.

“I can’t stop picturing the blood,” he complains. “It really isn’t helping me at all.”

“Well, maybe this will help.”

I step toward him and pull his face up to mine. I press my lips against his and slip my tongue into his mouth. He hesitates for the briefest of seconds and then gives in to the kiss.

He pulls me harder against his mouth, and wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me onto his lap. His hand trails up my back beneath my blazer. I sit straddling him on his office chair, and he grabs my ass, pulling my hips against him. My dress bunches up a little, and the thin layer of my panties is all that is between me and his pants.

I can feel how hard his cock is, and I am surprised that I managed to turn him on so quickly. The idea of being able to do that turns me on even more, and I begin rocking myself against his cock, a soft moan escaping my lips against his mouth.

This kiss is escalating quickly, and every part of me is screaming with how badly I want him. He can sense it, his hands roaming my body. But still I feel him holding back. Perhaps it is because we are at his work place. But his office door is closed, and no one can see us, so I want to do this.

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