Page 14 of Caught By the Bratva Boss

“It’s beautiful.” Half turned towards me, she flashed a small, uncertain smile in my direction. “Thank you.”

A blush crept up her cheeks as I continued to let my eyes roam up and down her body. I didn’t know how it was possible that she looked so tasty and fucking edible. My mouth watered for the smallest of tastes. Just one little bite, or maybe a kiss.

My eyes found her lips and stayed there. She was biting the bottom one again, worrying it between her even, white teeth. I wanted to pull it out and kiss and suck it better.

“There is a bathroom here.” With difficulty, I tore my eyes from her face and moved past her into the room. Swinging open doors. “And a dressing room and closet here.” I swung open the next door.

“I have a dressing room?” she asked so close behind me that I could feel the warmth from her body against my back. I whirled around, catching her around the upper arms when she stumbled back.

“Of course. Where else would you get dressed and ready for the day?” My fingers flexed around her arms. Not hard enough to hurt, but just so she would know who had her and who was in charge.

She shrugged slightly. “I don’t know, the bedroom or the bathroom. I don’t mean to be ungrateful, but this seems a little over the top for a personal assistant.”

My eyes locked with hers. “If you don’t want to seem ungrateful, Lily, say thank you and move on,” I chided. “This isn’t over the top. This is a bare minimum. It’s not my fault that you are used to less. In fact, it’s your fault for settling for a man who couldn’t supply you with the things you deserve.”

Even as I said the words, I could feel my anger swelling. It was pretty obvious that I was talking about Greg, and we both knew it. I hated men like him. Not just because he had no passion and drive for anything and made his woman support him, but also because he didn’t deserve her.

Lily Rdgeway was beautiful and talented and passionate, and he had sold her like she was nothing but a pair of sneakers he was done with, all because he wanted to make a quick buck.

The man who was meant to love her had sold her to me. She hadn’t realized the meaning of that yet, but it would hit her soon enough.

“I have some calls to make.” I let go and stepped back. If I kept touching her when I was this angry, I would leave marks on her arms, and I didn’t want to do that. The only marks I wanted to leave on her were my handprints on her ass when she disobeyed me. And that would also come in time. “Please make yourself at home.”

“There is nowhere I’m not allowed to go?” she called out to me.

“This is your home, and you must treat it like it is, Lily. If there is a room or wing that I don’t want you in, the door will be locked.” I rolled my eyes. What a strange question. “The kitchen is stocked. If you want something to eat and the staff aren’t around—” I trailed off. “Well, I’m sure you can make your own food anyway, right?”

She nodded her head silently.

“Then I’ll wish you good night. I leave for the office at seven a.m. Please be ready to leave by then.”

Again, she nodded, but her damn lip was back between her teeth. She chewed on it thoughtfully. “Good night, Mr. Popov,” she said finally.

“Good night, Miss Ridgeway.” I closed her bedroom door behind me silently and let out a sigh.

She was here in my home, her room right next door to mine. She had trembled at my touch in the car. Her breathing had gotten all whimpery, but I didn’t feel any closer than I had been an hour ago to getting her in my bed.

It would happen, I knew that much, but I wasn’t sure how much longer I could wait.

Another sigh, this one ragged, and I moved away and headed down to my office. I just had to be patient a little while longer, and I hadn’t been lying. I did have calls to make. Timothy was coming home, and I had things to arrange. Hopefully, that would keep me busy enough this evening so that I didn’t barge back into her room and take from her all the things I wanted.

What would she do if I just kissed her? Would she slap my face? Not letting myself think too much of what ifs, I locked myself away in my office, letting the quiet solitude wash over me. This was my sanctuary, a place I could get away from the world and just bask in the silence.

Time passed quickly like it always did when I finally had a moment alone, but I was just beginning to relax when I heard the slight rap of knuckles against the door. Grumbling loud enough for the person on the other end to hear me, I sat back on my chair. “What?”

The door opened a crack, and a small face appeared, topped with a mass of red hair. Almost instantly, my bad mood evaporated. “ Lily,” I smiled. “What can I do for you?”

She hesitated in the doorway, her face a mass of uncertainty. “I was wondering if you needed me for anything before I turned in for the night, sir?”

My cock twitched at her use of the word sir. Smiling broadly, I motioned for her to come in and shut the door.

“Have you unpacked and settled in?” My eyes raked up her body, dressed in nothing but what looked to be a man’s shirt. It showed off shapely legs and the outline of tits that weren’t strapped into a bra.

She was ready for bed and no doubt wearing that asshole’s shirt. Was she doing that for my benefit? To let me know that she was his and not mine, or was this just what he wore to sleep in? Either way, my hands itched to rip it from her body.

“Yes, thank you.” She scanned the room, and then she blushed when they landed on me. I leaned forward further. What had just happened to cause her to blush like that? What was the real reason she was here, dressed in hardly anything, in my office in the middle of the night?

“So, is there something I can do for you?” she blushed even redder. Turning a shade of red that a beetroot would be proud of.