Page 2 of Bratva's Vow
I pointed to my lap, where the front of my pants tented over my dick.
He shook his head. “I have to actually work to earn theobscene amount of money my boss insists on paying me,” he whispered.
I’ll pay you more if you suck my cock,I mouthed.
He gave me a mock gasp. “What kind of hussy do you take me for?” But he bit his bottom lip.
I reached for my belt. If he wanted an incentive, I could give it to him. I spoke into the phone like nothing was happening. “Yes, and tell Whitmore he’s not getting an extension. We agreed on ninety days. I don’t care how many cranes he’s short. If his crew can’t deliver, I’ll find one that can.”
Wren’s eyes dropped as I unfastened my belt with practiced ease, tugged my zipper down, and freed myself.
I spat on my hand and slicked my palm over the length of my dick, eyes locked on Wren’s. He was watching me, cheeks flushed a deeper red, mouth slightly open. A tilt of his head and his eyes locked onto mine again.
He licked his lips.
I shoved my chair back, and he immediately took up space in front of me, kneeling between my spread thighs.
Fuck.
“Look.” Sam sounded flustered. “I’m not saying we can’t make this work. I’m saying you’re going to need more than pressure and deadlines. You might need a show of goodwill.”
Wren wrapped his mouth around me, hot and wet, and I inhaled sharply through my nose, letting my eyes drift toward the city view.
Control. Always control.
“That’s funny,” I said, voice shaky. “Because I was just thinking of showing someone how good my will can be.”
Sam didn’t laugh. Didn’t get the double meaning.
Wren bobbed his head slowly, curling his fingers around the base of my cock, squeezing my balls as he sucked deeper. I rested my hand on the edge of the desk, fingers twitching, breath barely contained.
Fuck, he’d called my bluff, and now I was sweating.
Wren pulled off my dick, spat on it, and obliterated my control.
“All right, so I’ll?—”
I hung up the phone and left it off the hook, facedown on the desk.
Wren didn’t stop. If anything, he sucked harder, moaning, slurping noises echoing around the office. I clenched my jaw, digging my fingers into the armrests of my chair, knuckles white from the effort to regain control.
It was useless.
Wren took me all the way down to the back of his throat, swallowing around me.
“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath, one hand finding the soft curls of his hair and shoving his head down while I thrust into his wet mouth.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Shit.
Wren’s eyes flew up to my face, and he started to move back, but I held him in place. “Move under the table, solnyshko, but for god’s sake, don’t stop.”
I pushed my chair forward as Wren did what I said, swirling his tongue around the head of my cock, and I nearly lost it.
“Come in.” My voice was tight, and I cleared my throat.
The door creaked open, and Bradley entered, his tablet in hand and a puzzled crease between his brows. As usual, seeing him made my blood boil. He had so much potential but chose to betray me. I couldn’t wait for the right time to end him, but until then I had to tolerate him and act as if I didn’t know all the things he did behind my back.
