Page 40 of Caught By the Bratva Boss

“Did you just cut my underwear from me?” I hiss at him, making his whole face light up in a devilish grin.

“I did,” he admits, tugging on the lace until it’s pulled from my body and now in the hand that he’s bringing to his face. He keeps his eyes on mine and brings the crumpled lace to his nose and inhales slowly. His eyes are dark with raw desire when he lowers his hand and slips my panties into his pocket along with the knife.

He’s just slipping his hand back under my dress when the waitress arrives with two salads that look fancier than any damn thing I’ve ever seen. It’s hard to focus on the culinary masterpiece, though, because Mikhail’s hand slides further up my thigh before settling right between my legs.

“Can I get you anything else, ma’am,” the waitress asks.

I’m forced to look up at her right as Mikhail slides his finger into my pussy. I look away and let out a nervous, embarrassed cough to try to hide how mortified I am right now.

“Um no,” I finally manage to say in a voice that’s way more high pitched than my normal one. “This is perfect. Thank you.”

She probably smiles at me, but I don’t look up to see it, as soon as I know she’s gone, I shoot Mikhail a scathing look. “I can’t believe you just did that!”

“Oh, sweetheart, I’m not done yet,” he says in his deep, velvety voice, sliding his finger in even deeper.

I grip the table and try to squeeze my thighs shut so he can’t finger-fuck me under the damn table.

“Charlotte,” he says, using my full name to show how displeased he is. “If you don’t open those pretty thighs for me, I’m going to put you on my lap and make you come so hard you’ll be screaming my name to the whole damn restaurant.”

“You wouldn’t,” I say, watching his face for any clue that he’s bluffing.

“Try me,” he says, and I can tell by the stubborn tilt of his head and the intense look in his eyes that he’s not bluffing at all. I relax my thighs and part them. “Good girl.”

His words send a rush of pleasure through me, and when my pussy clenches around his finger, the smug bastard lets out a soft chuckle.

“You bought this dress with this in mind, didn’t you?”

“Of course.”

He fingers me slowly, hitting my clit with each slow thrust of his finger until my breathing picks up, and I’m gripping the table for a whole new reason.

“You look so beautiful right before you come, Charlie,” he murmurs, studying every detail of my face. “So fucking sexy.”

His eyes briefly leave mine to take a quick glance around the room.

“Every man in here wishes he could fuck you right now. You’re putting off enough pheromones to get them all hard, but there’s not a damn thing they can do about it. They can look, but they’ll never be able to touch.” His wet finger circles my clit. “They can fantasize, but that’s all it will ever be for them. They’ll go home and fuck their wives, but it’s you they’re going to be picturing.”

When he pinches my clit between his fingers, rubbing me softly, I let out a soft gasp and try like hell to keep my hips still.

“You have no idea how much it pisses me off to know that they’re even daring to think about you. I want to shoot every fucking one of them for thinking they can fuck what’s mine, even if it is just in their heads.”

“Maybe they wouldn’t be thinking anything if you didn’t buy me such revealing dresses and finger me at the table,” I manage to whisper.

He smiles and gives me a harder pinch that has me biting my lip to keep from moaning.

“That’s like asking me to not breathe, sweetheart. You’re beautiful, and I’m obsessed with your pussy. I’m helpless when I’m around you.”

Leaning closer, he gives me a soft kiss. “Let’s see how quietly you can come for me, baby.”

I keep my eyes locked on his, using him as my lifeline while he rolls my clit between his fingers, pushing me over the edge with a quickness that surprises the hell out of me. He lets out a soft, deep groan when I clench around the finger that he quickly slides back inside me. His jaw is tight, and the vein in his neck is pulsing, and I know that it’s killing him to not be able to fuck me right now. I bite my bottom lip harder, determined to not cry out in the middle of this restaurant, but a soft moan escapes that’s loud enough to make a few heads turn. The side of Mikhail’s mouth quirks up in a grin, but I’m too far gone to care.

My body gives a soft shudder when Mikhail’s finger brushes against my overly sensitive clit. My eyes are heavy-lidded when he gives my pussy one last pat before sliding his hand out and bringing his glistening fingers to his mouth. He sucks them clean with a sinfully wicked glint in his eyes, and if he hadn’t already cut my panties free, they’d have fallen from me with just that one look.

“Eat your salad, sweetheart. You’ve earned it,” he says with a wink.

I pick up my fork and do as he says, because if there’s one thing I’ve learned about myself since breaking into the Fedorov house, it’s that I’m helpless to refuse him anything.

The salad is delicious, and the main course is even better. I was afraid it might end up being a plate full of snails, but when the waitress sets down a bowl of what looks like a sort of chicken stew along with a plate of creamed potatoes and buttered French beans, I let out a sigh of relief.

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