Page 27 of Caught By the Bratva Boss

They could if I didn’t have the privacy glass activated, but I did, so I knew that no one could see anything. And even if they did, I wasn’t sure I cared anymore. My cock was aching with the need to be inside of her.

“No one is going to see. I’ve sent everyone out. It’s just you and me, Lily, and I want you.”

“They are already gossiping,” she cried out. “What if they tell your wife?”

There she went again, talking about my wife like she knew my situation. “My wife is long past caring.” I tugged her bottom lip away from her teeth and sucked on it.

“She’s beautiful and—”

I bit down, and she cried out. “I’ve said that my private life is no concern of yours, Lily. Now drop it.”

She fell silent.

Horrified, I watched tears fill her eyes, and I let out a groan. Sliding my hand up to cup her face, I drew our faces together. “Listen,” I said as quietly and as gently as I could. Even though inside I was full of rage. “I will always love my wife, but she isn’t a part of this. This is the arrangement between you and me.”

She blinked once slowly. “But cheating is—”

“Don’t you have a boyfriend back home?”

One that sold you to me, I added silently.

“Yes,” she whispered. “But—”

“But nothing. This isn’t an affair. It isn’t cheating because all parties know what is going on. What we have here is a business arrangement. Yes?”

Silently, she nodded her head, tears making her eyes glitter.

“Then let’s treat it as such. I know you enjoy being with me.” She opened her mouth to deny it, but I cut her off. “If you say no, and I find your panties soaked, then we are going to have a problem. Am I going to find your panties soaked, Lily?”

She blushed adorably.

“Thought so,” I chuckled low in my throat. “You want my cock right now, don’t you? You want me to allow you to cum?”

Again, she nodded her head silently.

“Use your words, Lily. There is no shame in wanting this. I want you.”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Tell me what you want?”

Her face was so red with embarrassment that she looked like a tomato. “I want to cum,” she muttered.

“And who do you want to get you there?”

For a single second, she stared at me, and then her eyes dropped. “You, Daniil,” she murmured in a soft voice. “I want you to make me cum with your fingers and your tongue and then I want you to fuck me,” she finally admitted.

I beamed at her. “Good girl. Now drop to your knees for me?”

Her eyes widened in confusion. “W-what?”

I pinched her nipple through the silky material of her blouse. “I have several important calls to make this afternoon. I have to make them before I can serve you.” Another twist of her nipple made her cry out. “But I want you on your knees under my desk while I make them.”

“The desk is glass.”

Chuckling, I shook my head. “No one will see you. I promise. Now do I have to repeat myself?”

She didn’t move. It was like she was frozen.