Page 31 of Caught By the Bratva Boss

She turns her face to mine, and I can see the excitement in her eyes.

“He taught me how to pick locks, how to get in and out without leaving a trace, and most importantly how to pick the best targets. We never stole from anyone who was struggling. We always chose rich assholes who would most likely never even realize they’d been robbed.”

“Hey,” I say, giving her nipple a pinch. “I take offense to that. I would definitely have noticed if you’d stolen from me.”

She laughs and squirms against me. The feel of her soft, wet body already making me hard again.

“You weren’t originally supposed to be a target. I never would’ve chosen you if I hadn’t felt so drawn to you. I needed to know more about you.”

“Why wouldn’t you have chosen me otherwise?”

“Because you looked way too dangerous. You have a very cold, calculating face when you want to, Misha,” she says, and I love the way she says the shortened form of my name.

“Well, I’m glad my scary, intimidating look is still holding up.”

“It definitely is. I was terrified while I was on my knees, wiping up the water I’d spilled.”

“Really?” I play with her nipple, lightly tweaking it between my fingers. “All I could think about was how sexy you looked on your knees and how badly I wanted to feed you my cock and watch you choke on it.”

She laughs and looks at me like I’m crazy. “You were not.”

I pinch her hard enough to make her moan. “Yes, I was. After that, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. It was very annoying.”

A soft moan escapes her gently parted lips when I slide my other hand down her stomach and cup her smooth pussy.

“I like to be in control,” I tell her and then smile when she lets out an adorable laugh.

“You think so?”

“Yes,” I murmur against her ear. “And you make me feel like I’ve lost it. It terrifies me, Charlie, like nothing else ever has.”

She reaches a hand up to cup my face. “Are you going to take the tracker out of my ass cheek?”

I smile and give her earlobe a soft bite as I slide my finger into her sore pussy. “Not a chance in hell, sweetheart.”

Her eyes close, and I let out a groan when she starts to slowly rock her hips under the water, causing her to slide along my cock. She brings her hands up behind her, clasping them behind my head and pulling me closer. Bringing my fingers to her clit, I rub her in soft circles, wanting to tease her, wanting to make the pleasure last for her. My thumb runs along her nipple, pulling another moan from her.

When she turns her head, searching for my mouth, I suck her bottom lip in between mine, giving her a soft bite before sliding my tongue in to meet hers. The feel of her wet, writhing body against mine makes my head spin. I circle her clit, teasing her until her soft, muffled whimpers fill my ears. When I press down harder and rub her in tight, fast circles, she bucks against me, sloshing the water around us as the orgasm hits her. She moans my name against my lips, and it’s the sweetest damn thing I’ve ever heard. I keep working her, slowing my fingers and dragging her pleasure out until her body relaxes against mine and I feel her smile against my lips.

“You’re very good at that,” she says with a soft laugh.

“Your body is very easy to play with.” I give her another kiss. “I never want to stop touching you.”

“Good,” she says, making me smile.

I hold her until the water grows tepid, stroking her skin and memorizing every tiny detail of her body while she tells me more about her early thieving days.

“What happened to your dad?”

She gives me a sad smile, making me regret the question. “He died of cancer five years ago. A lot of rich bastards around town unknowingly donated to his cancer fund,” she says, giving a soft laugh. “But it wasn’t enough. It had spread too far, and there was nothing we could do.”

I tighten my arms around her and give her temple a kiss. “I’m so sorry, baby.”

She shrugs her slender shoulders and takes a shaky breath. “What about you? Any family?”

“My Bratva is my family. My parents are dead. No brothers or sisters.”

Resting her forehead against mine, she whispers, “You have me now, too.”

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