Page 27 of Caught By the Bratva Boss

“Stop hovering, Charlie, and come here,” he says without taking his eyes from the screen.

I walk in, hesitating a few feet from his desk. “How’d you know I was there?”

He looks over at me and smiles, and it’s a genuine smile, not the cocky smirk I usually get. The sight of it has my heart speeding up and my breath catching in my throat.

“It takes a lot more than that to sneak up on me.”

He waves me closer, and when I’m only a foot away, he pushes his chair back enough to grab onto me and pull me into his lap. I laugh and almost drop my crutches. He takes them and leans them up against the wall before cupping my face and pulling me closer.

“What the fuck are you doing to me, little thief?” he whispers against my lips.

Without waiting for an answer, he sucks my bottom lip between his and gives me a soft bite that has me letting out a soft whimper and opening my mouth for him, wanting and needing so much more. The sound of his deep groan and the feel of his strong hand on my hip, gripping me tightly while his other hand palms the back of my head has my whole body responding. I cup the side of his face, feeling his chiseled jaw move as he deepens the kiss, and I’m just about to pull back and beg him to fuck me when there’s a laugh at the door.

Mikhail groans, this time an irritated one, and gives my bottom lip one last suck before pulling back and growling something in Russian to Artyom who’s leaning against the doorframe with a very amused grin on his handsome face.

“I see you survived your punishment,” he says to me in English, arching a brow at me in a way that lets me know I not only survived it but thoroughly enjoyed every second of it.

“I did, yes,” I say with as much dignity as I can muster while sitting with my sore bottom on Mikhail’s insanely hard cock, my skin flushed, and my breathing heavy from arousal.

He laughs and says something to Mikhail in Russian. The two of them have a conversation that I’m completely oblivious to as Mikhail keeps a tight grip on me. His thumb strokes my thigh and his sexy voice is like a shiver of pleasure going down my spine and settling right between my legs.

When two more men enter the room, I turn my head and say, “I should let you get back to work.”

He tightens his grip on me and presses his mouth to my ear. “No. I want you to stay.” He gives my earlobe a soft suck, making goosebumps rise all over me.

“You’re so damn bossy,” I whisper, making him laugh.

“You have no idea, sweetheart.”

He gets his way, just like he knew he would, and I stay on his lap while his men sit in chairs opposite us. I feel like I need to pinch myself. Sitting on the Bratva boss’s lap while he conducts a meeting, or whatever the hell this is, is not something I ever thought I’d be doing. I turn my head a bit so I can see Mikhail’s sexy profile. He has the same hard look on his face that he used to aim at me, and I have the sudden crazy urge to run my tongue over his stubbled jaw. I want to taste every damn inch of him.

When I squirm a bit in his lap at the flood of erotic images that flit through my head, he turns his eyes to mine and gives me a sexy wink that has me grinning like a lovesick teen. He gives my thigh a squeeze and continues with whatever the hell he’s saying. Artyom and Yuri ask a few questions, but the other guy remains silent. None of them look at me. It’s like I don’t even exist to them, and I’m not sure if that’s because they’re so intent and focused on their work that nothing can distract them or if they know it’ll just really piss Mikhail off if they do. I’m guessing it’s the latter because a second later Artyom gives me a smile that has Mikhail tightening his grip on my leg and growling something to him that has him looking away with a quickness even if there is a grin playing at his lips. They must know each other very well, because the other guys don’t seem to feel comfortable pushing the boss’s buttons like that guy does. He always knows when to back off, though, and doesn’t ever push it too far.

When the meeting drones on, I take advantage of the fact that the big desk is shielding our lower bodies from view. Keeping an innocent, disinterested look on my face, I slip my hand between us and under the black T-shirt he’s wearing, letting my nails graze the peaks and grooves of his abs. His voice falters just the tiniest bit, but other than that, there’s no sign that I’m doing anything under the table.

His dark eyes land on mine and he arches a brow at me, but he makes no move to stop me. Instead, he grips my waist and lifts me up, switching me to his right thigh, giving me even better access to what I want. I look down at the obvious dick print through his jeans, and I’m guessing I’m not hiding how I’m feeling as well as he is.

My eyes run over him. He looks sexy as fuck in his expensive, black suits, but there’s something even sexier at seeing this powerful man in jeans and a T-shirt. I like seeing his tanned, tatted-up forearms and the veins that are so easily visible as his muscles flex with his movements. Bringing my hand to his left thigh, I dance my fingers down the length of him before gently massaging him through his jeans.

His fingers dig into my hip, and I’m not sure if it’s a warning or an encouragement. Either way, I keep going, amazed at how damn big he feels and that I’m the one doing this to him. When I run my thumb over his head and then massage him even harder, he lets out a groan and then shouts something to his men that has them quickly getting up and leaving the room. Artyom gives us a wave and a smile before closing the door.

Before the door is even shut, Mikhail’s mouth is on mine in a hungry kiss that steals my breath and soaks my panties. I’ve had boyfriends before, but they’ve never lasted long, and not a single one of them ever kissed me like this. Mikhail kisses like he wants to own and possess every damn inch of me, like he wants to mark me and make me his so that I’ll never be fully free of him. It’s equal parts terrifying and magnificent. It’s a dangerous kiss that’s easy to get lost in, and I know I’ll never be the same. I know that no one else will ever be able to compete with this. He’s ruined me for any other man, and I know he knows it. It’s him or nothing, and that scares the hell out of me.

When he pulls back, I’m gasping and dazed. He smiles and lifts me up, sitting me on the edge of his desk. He slides his fingers under my pants, and I lift my hips for him and watch as he pulls my pants and panties off, leaving me naked from the waist down. Gripping my thighs, he parts my legs and lets out a groan.

“Fuck, baby, you are so beautiful.”

I’ve never done anything like this before, and I’m not sure if I should bring that up now or later. He leans down and starts to kiss his way up my thigh, and words fly right out of my head. Later, I’ll tell him later, I decide as he runs his tongue along the back of my knee. Leaning back, I rest my forearms on his desk and watch this beautiful man kiss a line up my inner thigh.

When he’s only inches from where I really want him, he digs his fingers into the backs of my thighs and spreads me even wider, making my pussy lips part the tiniest bit. He gets closer, letting me feel the heat of his breath against my sensitive skin before nuzzling his face against my pussy, breathing in the scent of me with a groan. I gasp when he presses his nose against my clit and gives my entrance a soft lick.

“Goddamn, sweetheart,” he murmurs against me. “I’ve licked your juices from my fingers, baby, but nothing compares to getting it straight from the source. You’re even sweeter than I thought.”

He gives one of my lips a soft suck, letting his teeth gently graze my skin. Still licking and sucking my lips, he looks up at me, locking his eyes on mine as he slowly slides his tongue into me, fucking me in long, slow strokes that have my eyes rolling back in my head.

“Fuck,” I moan, dropping my head back and closing my eyes, wanting to memorize every damn detail of how this feels.

He slides his tongue out and kisses his way to my clit. Giving it a sharp flick that makes me gasp, he says, “I want you to be a good girl and come all over my face, Charlie. Can you do that for me, baby?”

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