Page 4 of My Bratva Dom

I snort. “Except Aslan.” Marie laughs. “That man is a walking death glare.”

My sister chuckles. “He’s… intense.”

“Intense?” I puff. “The entire drive here he looked like he was two seconds away from pulling out his gun every time I spoke.”

Marie shrugs. “Leave the man alone. He’s just not very social.”

“Gee, really?”

Her smile widens. “He’s been with Viktor for years. He’s quiet, serious, does a great job apparently. But I don’t think I’ve ever seen him smile or actually look mad.”

“Well, I’m honored to be his first.”

Marie laughs again, and I change the subject before she starts suspecting I may or may not have a thing for a certain scaryRussian gangster.

Four

Aslan

I should’ve stayed in my office. I knew this would happen, knew I couldn’t be near her without losing control. But when I heard her laughter, sweet as fucking honey, I couldn’t stop myself.

I came downstairs, following the sound of Tina and Marie’s voices, and now I’m standing in the kitchen doorway, watching her.

Tina’s alone now. Marie must have left not long ago. She’s curled up on one of the island barstools, licking something off her thumb, her lips full and shiny.

Fuck me.

I should fucking leave, but I don’t. I stand there until my cock’s stiff and throbbing behind my zipper.

And she doesn’t even fucking know I’m here. Doesn’t know I’m losing my damn mind just watching her. That I haven’t been ableto stop thinking about her from the moment we parted ways. Fucking wondering what her smart mouth would taste like, what her ass would feel like under my palm, what sounds she’d make if I bent her over the nearest flat surface and fucked her until her legs gave out.

I don’t do this. I don’t get obsessed. But I want to break this girl. I want to strip away all that sass, make her soft for me. Make her mine.

I take a step into the room, my boots heavy on the marble floor. Tina’s head jerks up, her brown eyes finding mine.

“Oh,” she says, startled, then grins. “Could’ve warned me you were there, big guy.”

I don’t reply.

She licks the last bit of chocolate from her thumb, slowly, watching me the whole time. Fucking taunting me.

“You always sneak up on people like that?”

Fuck, that voice. Low and throaty. It wraps around my balls in a warm, tingly caress.

I stay silent, watching her like a predator.

She shifts, her long legs crossing under the oversized shirt she’s wearing. It’s too short. Too damn revealing. I can see way too much of her thick thighs. And my imagination has no issue picturing what hides under the slim layer of cotton. Her big, round tits pressing against the fabric. Her small waist, and fat ass that overflows on the breakfast bar stool. Hair undone.Thick, loose curls framing her gorgeous face. So damn sexy. Fucking perfect.

“You know…” Tina starts again in a teasing voice, “if you stopped scowling so much, people might think you’re a nice guy.”

“I’m not a nice guy.” I say, low, in a tone I hope will scare her.

But her grin only widens, the sight hitting me straight in the chest. Fuck, she’s pretty.

“Yeah, I figured.”

She leans forward, elbows on her bare knees, hair falling over one shoulder. And a wild thought flashes through my mind. This is what she’d look like in my kitchen. In the middle of the night. After I’d fuck her stupid. Pulled so many orgasms out of her, she’d be parched and famished. Fucking dazed and gorgeous.

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