Page 7 of My Bratva Dom

I’m sitting across from him.

“Who’s calling the meet?”

His mouth tightens. “Maxim.”

Shit. Maxim Maksimov, Vik’s uncle, isn’t just some boss, he’stheboss. The Pakhan whose empire is the largest and most powerful in North America.

“How long will you be gone?”

“Two, maybe three nights.” His gaze hardens. “I need you here. With Marie and Tina.”

He doesn’t know I’ve been losing sleep thinking about his wife’s sister. That I made her cum in his own kitchen. Gave her her first lesson in submission. Doesn’t know I’ve been jerking off like a madman, my fist tight around my cock, moaning her name into my pillow like a goddamn tool.

I nod. “They’ll be safe.” I keep my face blank, but my chest tightens.

Viktor trusts me. He’s my boss, my friend, the man I’d lay down my life for. If he knew what was running through my head… what else I want to do to Tina… He’d fucking kill me.

I nod, swallowing hard.

* * *

I try to focus on the job. Spend the afternoon reviewing security feeds, checking perimeter points, walking the property like I’ve done a hundred times. Getting reports from our men and dispatching instructions. But my mind keeps straying back to her.

Fuck, I can still feel her against me, warm and soft, her breath shaky in my ear as she came on my fingers.

I should’ve walked away the second she started teasing. Instead, I pushed her against the counter and played with her like she was mine to bend.

And God help me… I want to do it again.

I close my eyes, gripping the edge of my desk. I’m fucking seconds away from losing it.

Fuck, I’ve been counting the hours, waiting for another chance to put my hands on her. And now that Viktor’s leaving, I don’t know if I can stop myself.

Seven

Tina

Marie’s been staring at her phone for the past twenty minutes. I pretend not to notice, flipping through channels on the massive flat-screen TV. But it’s hard to ignore the way her thumb keeps swiping back and forth, like if she stares long enough, Viktor’s face will pop up.

“Girl, if you press that screen any harder, you’re gonna crack it.”

My sister sighs and tosses her phone on the couch next to her. “I hate when he’s away.”

“Yeah?” I smile. “I’m sure Mr. Bratva Boss can handle himself.”

“I know,” she mutters. “It’s just… hard to be apart.”

“He’ll be back soon,” I reassure her, reaching to squeeze her hand. “And in the meantime…” I grin. “How about we have some fun? Let’s go out!”

Marie blinks. “Out?”

“Yeah. Club, bar, whatever.” I flash her my biggest smile.

God knows I need a distraction, too. With how much I’ve been obsessing about a certain tall, dark and lethally handsome Russian mobster…

Marie hesitates, biting her lip.

“I don’t know…”

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