MY BRATVA DOM: Chapter 6

Aslan

Viktor paces his office, rolling his cufflinks between his fingers, a sign that he’s pissed.

“I have to go,” he mutters.

I’m sitting across from him.

“Who’s calling the meet?”

His mouth tightens. “Maxim.”

Shit. Maxim Maksimov, Vik’s uncle, isn’t just some boss, he’s the boss. The Pakhan whose empire is the largest and most powerful in North America.

“How long will you be gone?”

“Two, maybe three nights.” His gaze hardens. “I need you here. With Marie and Tina.”

He doesn’t know I’ve been losing sleep thinking about his wife’s sister. That I made her cum in his own kitchen. Gave her her first lesson in submission. Doesn’t know I’ve been jerking off like a madman, my fist tight around my cock, moaning her name into my pillow like a goddamn tool.

I nod. “They’ll be safe.” I keep my face blank, but my chest tightens.

Viktor trusts me. He’s my boss, my friend, the man I’d lay down my life for. If he knew what was running through my head… what else I want to do to Tina… He’d fucking kill me.

I nod, swallowing hard.

* * *

I try to focus on the job. Spend the afternoon reviewing security feeds, checking perimeter points, walking the property like I’ve done a hundred times. Getting reports from our men and dispatching instructions. But my mind keeps straying back to her.

Fuck, I can still feel her against me, warm and soft, her breath shaky in my ear as she came on my fingers.

I should’ve walked away the second she started teasing. Instead, I pushed her against the counter and played with her like she was mine to bend.

And God help me… I want to do it again.

I close my eyes, gripping the edge of my desk. I’m fucking seconds away from losing it.

Fuck, I’ve been counting the hours, waiting for another chance to put my hands on her. And now that Viktor’s leaving, I don’t know if I can stop myself.

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