Page 12 of Caught By the Bratva Boss

“Fuck you, Mikhail,” she screams, smacking my ass with her hand. “How do you like it? Big fucking Bratva boss getting his ass spanked by a little girl.”

She gives an hysterical, slightly unhinged laugh when I growl, “You’re going to regret that, little one.”

I haul her into my room and slam the door shut behind us before setting her down and pressing her against the wall, bracing my hands on either side of her head. Her wide eyes dart around like a scared little rabbit, and my cock gives a hungry twitch at the sight of her and at having her this close. Her chest heaves with her breathing, and the way her tight-fitting hoodie is accentuating the curve of her breasts has me irritated for a whole new reason. She’s a pain in the ass, nothing more, and the sooner I figure out what to do with her, the better.

Just like in the closet, I watch the blush creep up her neck and settle in her cheeks as her eyes darken with a raw lust that threatens to undo me. She sucks in a quick breath when I step closer so our bodies are almost touching.

“Everything okay, little thief?” I ask, taunting her with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. “You look a little flushed, like a rabbit before the wolf. My scared little bunny, myzaichik.”

“I’m fine,” she says, but it comes out more as a breathy rush instead of the fierce, defiant tone she was probably hoping for.

“Is that so?” I bring a hand to her throat, grazing her skin in the barest of touches and then smiling when I hear her breath hitch. “I think maybe someone has a little crush on the Bratva boss.”

“I do not,” she says, and this time her anger helps her strike the right tone.

I dance my fingers further down, running my thumb over her nipple and giving a cruel laugh when it immediately pebbles beneath my touch.

“I think you were hoping for a spanking and trying to provoke me to give you one.”

“Fuck you,” she growls, but when I give her nipple a soft pinch and a moan slips out, she darts her eyes away, unable to hold my stare.

I laugh and slide my hand lower. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. You’re not the first woman to try and get my hands on her ass.”

That earns me an even angrier stare as she pulls her eyes back to mine. “I’m not some whore,” she spits out.

“No?”

I give her a wink and slip my hand under her yoga pants and panties before she can stop me. When my hand meets bare, wet pussy, I bite back a groan and cup her in a possessive grip. She whimpers when I squeeze her tighter, shame heating up her face in a sexy blush that’s driving me crazy.

“You feel pretty wet to me,zaichik,” I whisper, leaning in close so our lips are almost touching. I slowly slide a finger into her, watching her eyes go heavy-lidded as she sucks in a quick breath. Her pussy tightens even more around my finger, and it takes all my willpower to keep my face unaffected. I can’t let her see what this is doing to me. I won’t let her get the upper hand.

I give her another smirk. “So fucking wet for me.”

Another moan slips out when I start to finger her tight, little pussy, and when she tries to turn her eyes away again, I bring my free hand to her neck, locking her in place.

“No, keep your fucking eyes on me,” I growl.

When she turns her eyes to mine, I bring my wet fingers to her swollen clit. “Good girl,” I whisper, rubbing her faster as her breathing picks up. Her soft whimpers fill the air around us, making me so fucking hard I can barely think.

I give her clit another firm rub. “Do you want me to stop?”

Her eyes are glazed with lust, her cheeks even redder than they were just a few seconds ago, and for one moment, I think she may tell me to fuck off, but instead, she whispers a “No,” that’s so soft I can barely hear it.

“Beg me,” I growl, rolling her clit between my soaked fingers.

She clamps her mouth shut, making me smile at how hard she’s trying to fight it, but when I rub her harder, her moan betrays her.

“Please,” she whispers.

“Please what, sweetheart?” I ask, raising a brow at her. “Use your words, little thief, and beg me for it.”

She gasps when I slide two fingers into her and keep my thumb pressed to her clit, rubbing her softly while she weighs her need to come against her need to hate me. I wait. I know which one will win.

“Please,” she finally whispers. “Please make me come.”

I smile and keep my eyes locked on hers. Her pulse races beneath my fingers when I grip her neck tighter, and when she brings her hands to my shoulders, she looks at me with such longing that it almost makes me lose my focus. I know she wants me to kiss her, to hold her against me as I give her the orgasm she’s so desperate for, but I won’t allow myself to do that. I refuse to kiss her. Instead, I keep myself just out of reach and my eyes cold and empty as I finger-fuck her some more before sliding my fingers out to rub and pinch her clit until her thighs are shaking and her breaths are coming out in fast pants.

One more firm rub pushes her over the edge. Her fingers dig into my shoulders while her eyes widen briefly before almost closing when the wave of pleasure crashes into her. She moans my name, and the sound of it on her tongue has me desperate to close the gap, to feel the soft, wet heat of her mouth against mine. I want to taste her, all of her, and I want to know what it feels like to slide into her. I want a million things from her, things I’ve never wanted from anyone else, and that realization is enough to stop me.

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