Page 62 of Married to the Bratva

Andrei studies him for a long moment, then leans back in his chair, picking up his glass of wine. “I’ll tell you what I told him. I need time to think about both your offers. Now, eat, please.”

Maxim nods, but his grip on my hand doesn’t loosen. Not until Andrei shifts the conversation to something trivial and the tension slowly eases.

“Excuse me,” I say, getting to my feet as a wave of nausea hits me. “Just going to use the bathroom.”

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SOPHIE

Iget in the bathroom just in time to throw up. I sit for a minute before I feel okay again. I’m still wiping my face at the sink when Maxim appears in the doorway.

“What are you doing in here?” I ask as he locks the door behind him.

"I begged?" he says, his breath hot against my ear as his fingers slip beneath the hem of my dress. The fabric is soft against my skin, but his touch is electric, sending shivers down my spine.

He positions me so that I'm standing with my back to him, my hands braced on the cool surface. “You want him to think I begged?”

“I wanted him to think I’m a catch worth having,” I reply. “The kind of catch a Bratva boss would want. It worked, didn’t it?”

"He might not sell to me," he says, his voice a purr as he slides his fingers between my legs, finding my clit with expert precision. I gasp, my nausea forgotten, arching into his touch as heat pools low in my belly. “You must act more in love.”

"I’m in love with what you’re doing right now," I whisper, my voice trembling with need. "Don’t you dare stop."

He chuckles, the sound deep and pleased. "Giving me orders? That’s something no man would ever dare to do."

His fingers move faster, circling my clit with just the right pressure, teasing and tormenting me until I'm on the edge of begging.

I bite my lip, trying to hold back the sounds that want to escape, but it's no use. He knows exactly what he's doing, and I'm helpless against him.

"That's it," he murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction as I come apart around his fingers. "Come for me."

I do, my body convulsing with pleasure as he continues to stroke me, drawing out my orgasm until I'm shuddering and weak-kneed.

When he finally pulls away, I sag against the sink, my breaths coming in ragged gasps.

He turns me around, lifting me so that I'm sitting on the edge of the sink with my legs spread wide.

He kneels in front of me, his eyes locked on mine as he licks his fingers clean, a slow, deliberate action that sends another wave of heat crashing through me.

"Now it's my turn," he says, his voice rough with need as he unbuckles his belt and frees his cock from his pants.

I slide off the sink, sinking to my knees.

It's hard and ready, standing tall and proud as he strokes it once, twice, before reaching for me.

I take him in my mouth without hesitation, my lips closing around the head of his cock as I look up at him through my lashes.

His eyes flare with approval, and he grips the back of my head, guiding me as I slide down his length, taking as much of him as I can.

"Fuck, yes," he groans, his fingers tightening in my hair as I work him with slow, deliberate movements.

I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock as I hollow my cheeks, sucking harder and faster until he's thrusting into my mouth, his hips moving in time with my rhythm.

He tastes salty and rich, the flavor of his desire coating my tongue as I take all of him, swallowing around his cock with every thrust.

"Goddamn," he mutters, his voice strained as he reaches down to grab my hair. "You drive me crazy, you know that?"

I nod, my eyes locked on his as I continue to suck him off, eager to bring him to the edge. He doesn't last long, his thumb brushing across my lower lip in a silent command.

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