Page 3 of Caught By the Bratva Boss

The first photo I took on my cell phone was disgusting. The light from the city around us glared weirdly on the red lace. Grumbling under my breath, I popped both of my breasts up over the scalloped edge of the bra. My nipples pebbled up in the cool office air.

That photo was better. I looked good. Not perfect, not the kind of perfect that someone like Daniil would be interested in, but good enough.

My eyes flew open. What the hell was I doing thinking about my boss at a time like this? I was meant to be sending some raunchy pics to Greg so we could spice up our love life. So, why was I thinking about my boss? Why was I wet just thinking about him?

“Good girl,” seemed to echo in my mind. His husky, dangerous voice made me want to moan. And this time I didn’t. It tumbled from my lips, a needy little sound like it was almost a plea.

My fingers tore at my panties, yanking them to the side, and my fingers slid against my slickness. This was what thinking about Daniil Potrov did to me.

He was handsome and dangerous and completely forbidden, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t use him the same way I was using his office.

Plunging fingers inside my wet channel, I moaned again, louder this time.

Yes, I could use the image of Mr. Popov to help me get off, and no one would know, not even Greg, who would get this video once I was finished. Hitting the button to change the camera, I settled back, my eyes on the screen and my breasts heaving, as I played across my wet, sensitive flesh..

If this didn’t get Greg’s blood flowing, my relationship was truly over.

Chapter Two

Daniil

Oh, shit.

Freezing in the half-open door, I stared through the usually opaque glass of walls of my office, and at first I wasn’t sure what I was seeing.

The new girl, Lily, was sitting on my chair, leaning back, eyes closed.

What the hell? Had she decided to take a nap in my chair after what we had just discussed? It was one thing to send awkward emails to her boyfriend on company time and quite another to—

A soft moan fell from her lips, the kind that made me snap my head back up. I took her all in, and not just her face. She wasn’t asleep at all. Her legs were thrown over the arms of my chair, and her breasts had been pulled up over some siren red underwear, and she was—

My cock, which had been flaccid against my zipper, grew instantly hard, throbbing and almost painful.

Lily wasn’t sleeping at all. Now that I could see her more clearly, it was obvious what she was doing. Hard little nipples drew my eyes like a beacon, perfect little cherry drops that begged to be sucked on. I bit back a groan.

She moaned again, louder this time, and completely at ease because she thought she was alone. Leaning against the door frame, I folded my arms about my chest and watched as her hips lifted.

The only thing that spoiled my view of the little show she was putting on was her own hand as she stroked her fingers through her folds. My eyes narrowed, and my breathing grew raspy.

She was sitting there, on complete display to anyone who walked in, and sinking her fingers between her pink, glistening folds like she was putting on a show just for me. Or like she was some kind of cam girl. The latter was more likely, seeing that she had her phone in her hand. Whoever she was filming this little show for was a lucky man, or a subscriber, or something.

The boyfriend…she was doing this, going to all of this trouble for the boyfriend I had seen her emailing earlier. Rage and jealousy were ugly traits, and I usually didn’t give in to either. But I did now, and I couldn’t understand why except—.

My lips thinned. She was using my office, my chair, to tape herself playing with herself for her boyfriend even after I expressly forbade her from sending personal emails, and this was about as personal as it could get.

The tiniest of whimpers made heads snap up. She was writhing now, her body doing its own thing as it raced for release. She was slightly sun-kissed, like she spent her summer at the beach or lake, and she was tight from exercise.

“Daniil,” she moaned, her fingers plunging in and out of her pussy with ferocity that made my own dick ache. Holy fuck, she was moaning my name.

If this wasn’t the hottest thing I had ever seen, I didn’t know what was. She might be taping this for someone else, but it was me who was getting the front row seat. In my pocket, lodged up against my throbbing cock, my cell phone began to vibrate. Not loudly, Lily wouldn’t be able to hear it over the ragged sound of her breathing, but it broke the spell.

Backtracking quickly, I closed and locked the outer office door before pulling the phone from my pocket.

“Anya?” I spoke quickly and quietly.

“Where are you, Daniil? I’ve been waiting for ten minutes and—”

Stepping into the elevator, I sighed. She was lucky she wasn’t waiting longer than ten minutes. If she hadn’t called, I would have been much longer because that little show my personal assistant had been putting on needed a helping hand, tongue, and—