Page 33 of Surprise Bratva Daddy

The heat between us builds, and soon, sweat is dripping off me. We're both glistening with it, the light bouncing off our skin, shimmering in the red light. This is what sex is meant to be, intense and intimate.

I let go of her wrists, and her hands immediately grab my ass, pulling me in deeper. "Fuck me, Zane," she whispers, her eyes closed and her lips parted. "Don't stop until you've filled me up."

Her words send me over the edge, and I cum hard, pumping every last drop of seed into her tight little pussy. It clenches around me, milking me dry, and it's only when I'm completely spent that I realize she's cumming, too. Her body moves beneath mine, and her nails dig into my skin. She lets out a deep, long moan, and then relaxes, letting go of my ass and resting her arms on the carpet.

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Zane

Itruly believed that Monroe would trust me after what we did in my special room, but she’s refused to answer my questions about the flash drive, even two full weeks after I brought her to my house. How can she not trust me?

I’ve given her everything, and yet she continues to avoid me. It’s only gotten worse. She’s been distant, and I haven’t been home much to address her behavior.

Maybe she’s getting stir crazy in the house. It’s literally making her sick to be at home all the time. She’s ran to the bathroom twice when we were having breakfast to throw up, but she’s refused to have a doctor come here to check on her.

It’s frustrating, but I haven’t been given the push I need to confront her until today.

Kiro has come up with a full report on Maksim. It includes weapons trafficking locations, the names of several of his key associates, and a key date and time that potentially spells the end of his resurgence.

All I really need to seal the deal and ensure we all walk away from this with much more money in our pockets and much less weight on our shoulders is the data from that flash drive. As everything comes to a head, the only thing that appears to stand in my way is a small but ferocious woman named Monroe.

And Jesus, I’m crazy about her, but that doesn’t mean I can abandon everything I’ve worked for just so she can drag this flash drive debacle out for an eternity. It’s time to confront her, but I’m going to wait until after my meeting with Kiro. I want to know everything before I pull the trigger and potentially blow everything up in my face.

I pass Monroe in the library on my way out to meet with Kiro at a local bar. It’s owned by the Bratva, so nobody is going to be compromised there, but Monroe doesn’t like it when I come back smelling like booze and cigar smoke. She says it’s unhealthy, but I’m not sure why she would be concerned about my health.

She’s reading a new book when I poke my head into the library, something I’m unfamiliar with because it’s out of the dust jacket. It’s blue with gold lettering on the spine, but I can’t make out the title from this distance.

Whatever it is, she doesn’t feel comfortable with me knowing. She slams it shut the moment she sees me, tucking it under another book on the table beside her before jumping to her feet. “Zane,” she exclaims, and she sounds slightly out of breath. “Are you… are you going somewhere?”

“Perhaps,” I reply, stepping fully into the room and examining her. The more I look, the more I realize she’s been caught doing something she doesn’t want me to know about. She has the same flushed cheeks and big eyes as when I caught her snooping.

What is she up to this time? I’d like to know before I leave.

Monroe sidesteps in front of the table she put her book on, pursing her lips in what appears to be an attempt at a smile. It’s far from genuine, though, and I have to stifle an eye roll. Does she think I’m stupid?

“Where are you going? I hope it’s not something to do with Maksim again,” she says. Her words sound scripted, like she recited them in her head a few times before finally saying them.

I shake my head. “No, I’m meeting with Kiro. And what are you doing?”

She shrugs. “Just some reading.”

“About what?” I ask, trying to look behind her at the table.

She looks over her shoulder, shifting again to make sure her book is hidden from view. “Um, it’s just some book I picked off the shelf. Sometimes I do that, you know, when I’m bored. I’ll just pick a random book and start flipping through it.”

I step toward her, and her expression drops. “Let me see the book,” I say, my voice deep in my chest. “I want to know what you’re reading.”

She swallows hard, reaching behind her and pulling the top one from the stack. It’s not the same one she was reading.

I glare at her as she holds it out to me. “Please, Monroe, let’s not pretend like I’m an idiot. Show me the book you were reading.”

“It’s just a book,” she says sheepishly, putting the decoy one back.

“Right, so show it to me.”

She sighs, grabbing the blue book with the gold lettering. “I was just curious, that’s all. There’s nothing wrong with that,” she says as she hands it to me.

I read the title out loud. “Child development stages.”

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