Page 30 of Caught By the Bratva Boss

“Is this what you want, Lily? You want my cock? You want my tongue and fingers and cock buried so deep inside of you that you don’t know where you end and I begin?”

Half reclined on a stack of papers, I lifted my eyes to him. “Yes.”

“Good. Now tell me what you want?” He continued to tease me.

“I want you, Daniil,” I whispered, but he didn’t plunge into me like I needed him to. He arched an eyebrow, clearly wanting me to elaborate. “I want your mouth on me.”

It was like he could guess what I was going to say before I said it. His lips left my mouth to suck my breast into his mouth hard. His tongue lapped against the ultra-sensitive bud. I moaned loudly, and that just led him on.

“I want your hands on—” I let out a ragged groan as one thick finger replaced the head of his cock and plunged inside of me. My back arched painfully as he used that finger to work me up to a frenzy.

“Oh God, yes, like that.” I tangled my fingers into his hair, and my fingernails scraped against his scalp. I didn’t care if I left scratches there. I didn’t care about anything at all as long as he kept doing what he was doing.

Good girls get what they want.” He chuckled, his teeth biting down onto my nipple in a sharp shock of pain that had me crying out even louder.

It was like the rest of the world disappeared. There was nothing but him and me. It didn’t matter that I was sprawled out with everything on show on his desk and that any of my colleagues could walk in and catch us. Nothing mattered but him.

“You will not spy on me again, is that understood?” He worried my nipple with his white, even teeth. The pace of his fingers increased. His thumb brushed against my clit. I trembled, and my muscles began to twitch. I nodded, my head back in a silent moan.

His thumb circled harder. “Is that understood, Lily?” He asked again, his voice completely unhinged-sounding. From beneath my lashes, I watched the lust take over him. He was as close as I was to losing control. He’d make me cum and then fill me with his glorious cock, and I’d cum screaming for a second time on his desk.

“Answer me.” He pinched my clit hard.

I didn’t want to answer him. I didn’t want to talk at all. “I didn’t spy on you.” I ground out. My hip moved to meet each thrust of his fingers. I was too close to lie still. I needed to cum.

He stepped back. His hands dropped to his side. Cold air-conditioned air floated across my feverish skin. Scrambling up on my elbows, I stared at him in shock.

“What?” I stared open-mouthed as he stuffed himself back into his pants and zipped up straightening his clothes. He barely gave me a second look.

“Get dressed, Miss Ridgeway?”

Still confused as to what was going on, I slid off the desk, smoothing my rumpled skirt down to my knees, but my eyes didn’t leave his face.

What the fuck had just happened? “Daniil?” My breasts still scooped up over my bra, I reached for him. He caught my hand in his. His grip was almost painful. “Get dressed,” he snapped again.

“I don’t understand.”

He was on me in a second, forcing me back so the glass of the desk bit into my ass. Even then, he didn’t let up. Leaning over me, he caught my chin painfully between his thumb and forefinger. “What did I say about lying?” he asked roughly.

My eyes widened. “I didn’t.”

“Yes, you did. You spied on me, and then you lied to me about it.” His eyes flashed. “Again. Good girls get rewarded, but liars,” he shook his head, “liars and bad girls get nothing.” His hold tightened. “Is that understood?”

My lips pursed, “I just meant—” I tried to explain, and he cut me off with another flash of his eyes.

“Are you really trying to argue with me, Miss Ridgeway? Your job here is to make me happy. It’s what I’m paying you for. Remember?”

His words stung. I ripped my face away from him. “I remember.” I dressed quickly, shame filling me. Why did he have to be like this? So perfect one second only to remind me that this was all transactional in the next. “It won’t happen again,” I mumbled as I bent to pick up my shoes. The feel of his body pressed against my ass made me moan. “What won’t happen again, Miss Ridgeway?” he asked, his fingers flexed into my hips.

“I won’t spy on you,” I said.

“And?”

“Or lie to you,” I added it quickly.

“Good.” Flicking aside my hair, he brought his lips down to my throat. “You sucked my dick so well Lily. I hate to leave you needing to finish.”

I moaned. “Then don’t.” God, he was infuriating. “Please, Danill, I need—”