Page 15 of Bratva's Secret Girl
My gaze slides to the bed. It’s big, and almost austere with crisp white sheets. I imagine snuggling into it and waiting until Maxim got in, his big body touching all four sides when he stretched out. Then I would…
I take another step forwards, then freeze. The door I had imagined was the bathroom, is not. I know because the actual bathroom door is wide open, and I’m looking straight through it, at Maxim.
In the shower. Totally naked.
It’s one of those walk-in showers, and the angle means there’s nothing obscuring my view of my boss.
He’s tattooed everywhere. I mean, I thought he must have a lot of tattoos since his hands and neck are covered, but while they trail off at his waist, they resume mid-thigh. And between… My god.
He’s all muscle. He’s standing slightly with his back to me, and his rear… It’s a work of art. I have the strangest urge to bite it.
I can see scars too, pale lines that cut through his dusting of dark hair that blurs the tattoos on his legs and lower arms.
But it’s not the tattoos that catch my immediate interest.
For a second I think he’s soaping his belly. His head is dipped, and one arm is moving. Then he shifts to brace an arm on the wall and all the air disappears from the room, because I see his cock.
His hand, gripping his cock.
And it is huge. Red, swollen. Very much erect and making his big hand seem petite.
But that’s not the most shocking thing. No. What steals my breath is that there are a series of metal piercings down the length.
Not a couple, either. Enough that his fingers have one between each, and two more beneath. His balls hang big and heavy below.
Electricity zaps through me right to my core, instantly heating me.
He is jerking off. I stare. I can’t take my eyes off him.
My boss is pleasuring himself in the shower, and not only is he tattooed, he’s pierced in such a way I had never imagined.
“Hayley.”
For a second I think I’ve dreamed that sound. He just said my name, in a voice so hoarse and dark it ripples like something forbidden and sinful.
“You can come closer.”
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“Come and look, malishka,” I repeat, turning towards her.
I continue languidly stroking my cock, letting my fingers bump each of the barbells, sending shudders of pleasure to the base of my spine. I thought it would be good to take the edge off before having dinner with Hayley, but I had no idea my innocent girl would want to watch.
Because that wasn’t a quick “Notice and turn away, embarrassed”. I saw her in the reflection of the glass.
No. She was staring at my naked body and my erection as though she’d never seen anything like it in her life, and she wanted to see more.
Ecstasy flares down my cock as she gazes at it, seemingly unable to look away.
And although part of me knows I’m a shitty excuse for a human, she’s inmybedroom, wearing nothing but a towel, and her eyes are still on my cock.
The line of seven bars is just one of the many reasons I’ve kept my distance from Hayley since we met. Or tried to.
She approaches hesitantly, but without fear, clutching her towel. Her hair is wet, and her skin pink from the shower.
My fingers are set between the barbells on my cock—titanium—as I keep stroking.
