Page 32 of Caught By the Bratva Boss

I smile and cup her face. “That’s all I need.”

After we get out and get dressed, I wrap her ankle back up and then carry her downstairs. She laughs and tells me she can manage with crutches, but the truth is I just don’t want to let her go. Valentina is busy putting the finishing touches on lunch, and when she sees me walk in with Charlie in my arms, a big smile lights up her face.

“I knew it the second I saw her,” she says in Russian, a knowing smile on her face. “She loves you and not for the stupid reasons all the other girls do.”

I laugh and set Charlie down in one of the stools. “You saw all that, did you?”

“Yes, plus she won’t put up with any bullshit. You need a strong woman.” She smiles at Charlie and pats her hand before handing me two plates. She takes off her apron and hangs it up. “Enjoy your meal. Ask her what she likes so I can make something special for her.” She gives us both a smile and leaves for the day.

“She wants to know what you like to eat so she can cook you something,” I tell Charlie after she’s left. Grabbing a plate, I scoop out some of the penne pasta, loading her plate nice and high since she’s worked off a good bit of calories today.

Charlie laughs when I hand it to her. “I like everything. I love a good steak, but I’m also crazy about tacos and pizza.”

“I’ll pass that information on.” I give her a wink and sit down next to her with my own plate.

“God, this is good,” she says around a mouthful of food. I look over at her and laugh. It’s so good to see a woman actually enjoying food. So many of them think eating like a bird is attractive to men, but the truth is a healthy appetite for food often means there’s also a healthy appetite for sex.

When her mouth is empty, she asks, “So what do you do?” She laughs and adds, “I mean, like just day-to-day stuff.”

“Well, today I need to drive downtown and meet with my lawyer to sign some paperwork for a new building I just bought.”

“Oh, really? What’s it going to be?”

“You won’t like it,” I say, lifting a brow at her.

“Is it a brothel?” she teases.

“Very funny. It’s going to be a strip club.” I can tell by the look she gives me that she’s less than pleased. “I said you wouldn’t like it.”

“How cliché,” she mutters. “Is that where you’re planning on spending your nights?”

I grab onto the back of her stool, turning it so she’s facing me. Cupping her face, I smile at my jealous little thief. “I’m planning on spending my nights with you, sweetheart. I think your jealousy is adorable though.”

When she scowls at me, I laugh. “Yours is the only body I want to see naked, baby. You’ll just have to trust me on that.”

“Can I trust you?” she asks, her voice suddenly whisper soft. “Don’t mafia guys always have mistresses? Is that how it’s going to be with us? You’ll be all sweet and devoted to me while we’re here, but then you’ll go to your club at night and have your fun there?”

“That’s insulting,” I tell her. “I’m pissed that you think I’d do that to you.”

She looks away from me, but I hook my finger under her chin and turn her back to me. “This is new and scary for me, too,” I tell her, running my thumb across her bottom lip. “So I’m going to forget that you just asked me if I was going to fuck around on you.”

Her lips part in a soft gasp when I grab her hand and bring it to my hard cock.

“This is yours, baby, and no one else’s.”

She gives a quick nod, her eyes growing darker when I bring my hand down to cup her pussy.

“And this is mine. Anyone who dares to try and touch you is a dead man.” I press my thumb against her clit, rubbing her through her pants. “I’m opening up a strip club because it’ll bring in a lot of money, and it will give me a way to hide money that comes to me from less legal means.”

She gives a slight smirk at that, but it quickly turns to a gasp when I start to rub her harder.

“Someone else will be in charge of hiring the dancers and running the damn place. I wasn’t planning on ever stepping foot inside it. It doesn’t interest me.” I reach up and slowly pull her pants down. “You interest me, little thief. No one else.”

The sight of her sweet pussy makes my heart start racing. I quickly undo my pants and pull my cock out. Grabbing onto her waist, I lift her up and pull her onto my lap, hovering her above the head of my cock. She whimpers and digs her fingers into my shoulders, wiggling and trying to get me inside her.

“Take your shirt off, baby. Show me your beautiful body.”

She lets go of my shoulders and yanks her top off and then unclasps her bra, letting them both fall to the floor. I groan at the sight of her and then rest her on my thighs long enough to pull my own shirt off, wanting to feel her skin against mine. Wrapping my mouth around one of her taut nipples, I give her a good suck while I lower her down onto my cock, slowly feeding her one thick inch at a time until I’m buried inside her.

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