Page 28 of Sexting the Bratva Beast
I can’t help smiling at that. “Is it that obvious?”
“Aside from the fact that you’re still wearing yesterday’s clothes and you didn’t come home last night? Hell, yeah! What did he do to you? I want all the details, and believe me, I’ll know if you’re lying.”
“I don’t think I could repeat any of it out loud.” I cross the room and fill a mug with steaming black liquid from the coffee machine. Then I turn around to face Mika and lean against the counter.
“If you can do it, you can tell your best friend in the whole wide world about it.” Her eyebrows dance independently – it’s her party trick apparently. “You’ve been at it all night, haven’t you?”
I scrunch up my face and chew my bottom lip. “Ye-es? I think. We might’ve dozed off at some point, but I can’t be sure.”
I feel dizzy from lack of sleep, and my eyes feel raw. But I also feel alive and invigorated, like I drank more cans of Red Bull on the way here than is recommended for human consumption on a regular basis.
“Let me guess, he’s hung like a stallion, baby. I knew it the moment I set eyes on him that he could keep it up all night.”
“Mika!” I don’t know why my face is growing hot. Mika has never had a filter when it comes to talking about men and sex.
“How many positions did he fuck you in? Did he give you mind-blowing orgasms that made you scream? Did he touch you in places he shouldn’t?” She lowers her voice to a conspiratorial whisper with the last question.
I sip my coffee and wait for the caffeine to hit. The buzz might be enough to keep me smiling, but our first residents are arriving today, and I need more than a mental image of Andrej licking me in front of his apartment window to keep me focused.
“I’m not answering those questions.”
“You’re such a spoilsport, do you know that? I would tell you everything if I’d been fucked in every hole by that bad boy.”
I splutter coffee onto the floor, my cheeks on fire.
“I knew it.” Mika’s laugh is throaty, like she witnessed it all through high-resolution binoculars. “You dark horse. And allthis time I thought that you were waiting for an angelic knight in shining armor to come along and impress you with his mighty lance.”
“This is why you should read more romance novels.”
“Nah, I couldn’t handle the disappointment when I realize that the perfect man doesn’t exist in real life.” She pauses. “So, when are you seeing him again?”
“We didn’t discuss a second date.”
Should we have? When Andrej dropped me outside the refuge in his chauffeur-driven car, I was still riding high on the thrill of feeling him inside me. I wasn’t thinking beyond this conversation with Mika and grabbing breakfast before starting work. I guess I kinda believed him when he said that he would never let me go.
Tell me that you’re mine.
I refuse to believe that it merely was his way of getting inside my panties. He could’ve had me anyway. I was hooked from the moment he walked into Gianna’s hospital room.
“Date?” Mika grins. “Is that what you call an all-night shag-fest these days?”
I giggle despite the tiny doubt niggling inside my skull that he might not want to see me again. “We went out. He took me to places I’d never have found without him.”
“Like the moon, you mean?”
“No, like a library converted into a bar.”
I tell her about our personalized cocktails and the art exhibition, skidding to a halt when I recall Andrej’s reaction to the artistin the final scene. I’d brushed it aside with everything else that followed, but now the reality of it hits me in the face like a wet fish. He went from zero to sixty in a fraction of a second, without considering the consequences.
I’ll protect what’s mine with my life.
It’s a classic line from a romance novel. It’s what every fictional heroine wants: a man with a chiseled jawline, a bad-boy scar and a six-pack, to take control and treat them like a princess.
But is it whatIreally want?
“Okay, stop right there.” Mika slides her seat away from the desk and comes to join me. “You’re overthinking it already. Why? What are you not telling me?”
I swallow. Then I talk her through what happened at the art exhibition.
