Page 61 of The Bratva Bosses' Nanny

His hand tightens on my thigh, and his lips curl into a smirk. “You know it.”

Dmitri smirks at my teasing before turning to face forward. I bite down on my lip as Dmitri’s hand slides up my thigh, to rub against the crotch of my panties. My eyes flutter closed as he begins to stroke me expertly through the thin cloth of my underwear. The sensation is intoxicating, and it doesn’t take long for me to fall into an abyss of pleasure.

My panties are soaked with desire as Dmitri teases me, rubbing small patterns against my clit before pulling away again. He smirks knowingly as I moan loudly, my head tilting backwards in pleasure.

“Relax,” he says. “I’ll take care of you.”

His skilled fingers continue to manipulate my sensitive clit, until I no longer know where I end and he begins.

I try to stop moaning out loud, knowing Aleksandr only has to look in the mirror to see us. But Dmitri isn’t concerned, and his touch is so deft I find the simplest movements teasing and electric.

“Uhnngh,” I moan, breathing hard as Dmitri slips his fingers inside my underwear. A simple stroke spirals me into a sea of pleasure, waves of orgasmic ecstasy consuming me.

We continue like this for a few more moments until Dmitri’s hand slips away, leaving me breathless and satisfied in its wake.

I straighten myself in my seat, trying to act normal despite my now-soaked underwear. Aleksandr hasn’t said a word through all this, but I can see his eyes flickering between the rear-view mirror and mine.

He looks annoyed, frustrated by something, most likely how much Dmitri and I have been getting up to over the past few days. His glare is cutting as he watches me shift restlessly in my seat. I know he’s furious, but before I can say anything, he’s speeding around a corner, screeching to a stop in front of an old warehouse.

“Let’s go,” he snarls, opening the door and storming out of the car.

I hurry after him, suddenly worried. Following Aleksandr up to the entrance of the warehouse, my apprehension melts away as Nikolai rushes out of the building towards Aleksandr.

“It’s done,” Nikolai says, and pulls his friend into a manly hug.

When they finally pull away from each other, I notice how different Aleksandr looks. There’s a softness about him as he looks at his brother with pride and love.

“Good. Where is she?” he asks quietly, his face bouncing between the entrance of the building and Nikolai’s face.

“Inside,” Nikolai glances at me briefly before giving Aleksandr an intense look. “She wants to talk.”

Chapter 23: No Tricks

Nikolai

“This is fucking ridiculous.” I growl, eyeing Kate, Emma’s sister, who’s tied up in the chair. She’s as stubborn as they come, silent as a grave. Emma’s just outside, and it’s complicating everything.

“She’s clammed up,” I say, frustrated. “Won’t spill a damn thing unless she sees Emma.”

Aleksandr’s pacing like a trapped beast. “Can’t believe we’re being played by her silence.”

Dmitri’s just watching, thinking. “Bring Emma here, it might shake things up. But it’s a damn risk.”

“More than a risk,” I snap back. “It’s throwing Emma deeper into our mess. More danger.”

Aleksandr’s getting more worked up. “So, we just follow her rules now?”

Dmitri’s eyes are like steel. “We change the game. Emma comes. But we call the shots.”

I nod, thinking fast. “Alright. But we make sure we’re in control.”

If it was up to us, if Emma wasn’t this important to us, she’d be dead on the spot. But we can’t do that to her. We usher Emma into the room with Kate.

Aleksandr takes one last long inhale from his cigarette, exhaling slowly before flicking it away. We step out of the building and get into the car. It’s time to finally hear what thesisters have to say to each other. I pull out the listening device from my pocket, tuning in.

“So, you’re one of them now, huh, Emma?” It’s Kate’s voice.

“And you’re one of them,” Emma retorts. Her voice is steady, but there’s an edge to it.

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