Page 34 of Caught By the Bratva Boss

“I saw your ridiculous bag of money, by the way. What the hell were you thinking, Charlie?”

“Well, I was thinking I needed to split town and get away from the psycho, crazy sexy Bratva boss who was keeping me prisoner,” she says with a laugh. “I didn’t know where to keep the money, so I’ve been stashing it in a safety deposit box.”

“That’s a terrible idea, baby. Please don’t ever do that again.”

“I know. I just figured it would raise some serious red flags if I dumped all that money in my bank account.”

“It definitely would. I can help you with that, if you want. You can become an investor in my new club,” I say, giving her a grin, knowing how much she’ll love that. “My accountant can hide your money in the profits, and you’ll end up making triple what you already have. I can also find some buyers for the jewelry I saw in there.”

“Thanks. I’ve always wanted to invest in a titty bar.”

I laugh and give her thigh another squeeze. “Where were you planning on running to when you left me?”

“To all the places I’ve always dreamed about visiting. That’s what I’ve been saving up for. I was planning on traveling and seeing the world.”

“What places?”

“Iceland, Finland, Sweden, all of the UK, Spain, Greece. Basically everywhere, even Russia,” she says, resting her hand on top of mine.

I interlace my fingers through hers and bring her hand up so I can kiss it before I need to shift again. “I promise I’ll take you wherever you want to go.”

“Really?”

I give her a quick smile before making a left turn and heading further into the city. “I never break a promise, sweetheart. Just don’t ever run away from me again. I couldn’t bear to lose you.”

I pull into the parking garage below Vadim’s building, and as soon as I’ve parked, Charlie leans over and kisses me. Her hands are splayed out on either side of my face, her tongue is in my mouth, and her body is pressed against mine so I feel like she’s completely surrounding me, and I fucking love it. I grab onto her hips and bring her further into my lap while I fist her hair and kiss her hard, letting her see what she does to me. Pulling her hair tighter, I break our kiss so I can see the hungry look on her face. Her hazel eyes are almost closed and her lips are wet with our mixed spit and parted in a sexy gasp. Every damn thing about this woman drives me wild.

“Marry me,” I say, the words rushing out of me before I can stop them. Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t say anything, so I rush on. “I promise I’ll ask you properly later with a big diamond in my hand, but say you’ll marry me, baby. I have to know you’re really mine.”

She reaches up and smooths my tense, furrowed brow before her face lights up in a big smile and I feel my body slowly start to relax.

“Yes,” she whispers, making me happier than I ever thought possible. “I’ll marry you, Misha, but I don’t need a big diamond.”

I laugh and bring her hand to my mouth, kissing her ring finger. “Well, you’re getting one.”

“I just need you.”

If I was a man prone to tears, my eyes would be watery right now. Women have always tried to use me. They wanted my money, my power, my connections, but none of them ever really wanted me. They didn’t even know me, not the real me, but this beautiful woman in my lap doesn’t care about any of that. I know she’d marry me even if I lost all my money tomorrow.

“I don’t deserve you,zhizn moya, but I promise I’ll happily spend the rest of my life trying to.”

“What does that mean?”

“It meansmy life, baby, because that’s exactly what you are.”

“I love you so much,” she says, covering my face in featherlight kisses that have my cock straining at my pants again. My body is quickly turning back into a teenager’s with constant, awkward erections and sex on my brain 24/7.

“Come on, baby, let’s get this over with so I can take you back home and have my way with you again.”

She smiles and scoots back so I can get out. With a groan, I adjust my cock and hope it goes down before we get to Vadim’s office. Charlie eyes my cock like a starving woman, not looking the slightest bit guilty about the torture she’s putting me through.

“You’re going to be a handful, sweetheart,” I say, giving her a wink and bending down so she can get on my back. I carry her piggyback to the elevators since her foot is still too swollen and sore to walk on.

“I have no doubt you can handle me,” she purrs in my ear. “And if you can’t, you can always spank me.”

The soft bite she gives my earlobe has me groaning and muttering a quick, “Jesus Christ,” as I carry her into the elevator. She laughs while I push the button and we start the long ride up. Vadim’s on the top floor, and we have to start and stop on several levels so people can get on and off. Charlie and I look decidedly out of place amidst these well-dressed professionals. I’d usually be wearing a suit when coming into town to meet with him, but today I’m in jeans and a black T-shirt while Charlie’s in yoga pants and pink T-shirt. If that didn’t make us stand out enough, her foot and ankle are all wrapped up and she’s still on my back. I hear her start to laugh, even though she’s trying her best to hold it in, and I can’t help but join in. The sound of it is too infectious to resist.

We get a few odd stares from the men and women around us, but neither one of us gives a fuck. I can’t remember the last time I’ve laughed and smiled so much. We have the elevator to ourselves for the last couple of floors and before it stops, I warn her about Vadim’s secretary.

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