Page 8 of My Bratva Dom

“Oh, come on.” I nudge her with my knee. “You think Viktor would want you moping around while he’s out of town?”

That makes her giggle. “Probably.”

I join in her laughter before grabbing her phone and shoving it in her hand. “Text him. Tell him we’re having a girls’ night out.”

“Even if Vik’ says yes, you think Aslan will be okay with it?” she asks, raising an eyebrow.

My stomach twists.

The memory of his long, thick fingers, rough and relentless inside me, flashes through my mind. The way he rasped,next time, you’ll be on your knees... I push the images down. Fast.

“Please,” I scoff, lying through my teeth. “I’ll handle Mr. Grumpyface.”Right…

Marie grins, and I don’t know if I’m more relieved to see her in better spirits or terrified at the perspective of facing Aslan again after we’ve been avoiding each other these past few days.

Eight

Aslan

I know she’s coming before she even knocks. It’s fucking insane how my senses are tuned in to Tina.

Her footsteps echo down the hallway. Then her shadow appears through the crack of my office door.

I should’ve locked it.

But some dark, twisted part of me wants her here. In my space.

I sit back in my chair, my fingers drumming on the desk, and watch the door like a predator.

The knock comes, quick and teasing. My little brat. Warmth spreads through my chest at the same time my cock jerks. My heart beat picks up.

“Aslan?” Her voice is syrup-sweet.

I don’t answer, but that doesn’t stop her. Of course, not. Thedoor creaks open, and there she is, standing in my doorway. Pure fucking temptation.

She’s wearing jeans that are tight enough to make my mouth go dry. Hugging every inch of her small waist, round hips, thick thighs and long legs. And some cropped top thing that clings to her full tits.

Fuck me.

I drag my eyes back to my computer screen, clipping, “what do you want?”

“I’m taking Marie out tonight,” Tina announces, stepping inside. “We’re having a girls’ night.”

I snort, staring at my computer screen like she’s not making my blood boil by just standing a couple of feet away from me.

“Nope.”

When I finally look up, Tina’s standing with her arms folded under her breasts, pushing them higher, fuller, like she’s daring me to stare. One perfectly manicured eyebrow raised. Her full lips pursed in a daring smirk.

“You can’t tell me what to do,” she finally replies.

“You’re Marie’s sister,” I reply sharply. “That makes you my responsibility while Viktor’s away.”

“Oh?” Her lips curl again smugly. “And how exactly are you gonna fulfill yourresponsibility, asshole?”

She’s pushing me. Again. And I’m failing miserably at keeping my cool.

Tina’s grin widens when she notices my jaw twitch. “Gonna cuff me, big guy?” she taunts. “Lock me in the basement?”

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