Page 63 of Obsession of the Bratva

His other hand moved between me and the table, and he pulled the dress down to expose my breasts. His fingers quickly found my hardened nipples, and he pulled hard, making me ache in the best ways imaginable.

“Do you feel like a slut being fucked like this?”

“Yes, yes,” I shouted while he continued assaulting my nipples. “I feel like your slut.”

“Isn’t this exactly what you had been trying to achieve for weeks now?” he asked again, stroking my clit with his free hand.

It was impossible for me to comprehend how he was ever able to do so many things at once, but Nico Romanov was definitely a multi-tasker, and I was not complaining. My body was on fire, my orgasm building deep inside my core.

“I have,” I nodded, knowing exactly what he meant.

“You were parading around the house practically naked, no? All because you wanted to have my cock inside you once again. Does my cock feel nice?”

“The best in the world,” I cried. “I’m close, Nico.”

“Good girl,” he praised me, quickening his ministrations on my clit. “Come for me.”

It was the command in his voice that had me coming within seconds of the words leaving his mouth. He continued fucking me through my orgasm until he too exploded inside me, filling me with his seed. I collapsed on the table, but Nico slid out in one quick motion, stalking towards his phone, which had finally stopped ringing.

It began ringing again, and I looked at him, straightening up.

“Ignore it.”

He smiled at me. “It’s Viktor.”

“Fine,” I replied, rolling my eyes.

He picked up the phone, simultaneously pulling his pants back up over his glorious thighs and ass. I still couldn’t believe we just had sex in his office. The adrenaline of a quickie still filled my nerves, making me satisfied from both sex and the emotions coursing inside me.

“What?” Nico’s thundering voice caught my attention, and I looked at him.

Nico rarely looked surprised or concerned. This looked suspiciously close to concern. He cursed under his breath, all warmth on his face vanishing completely.

“Alright, I will be there.”

He had to go somewhere. But where? I was filled with questions.

“No, don’t talk to him. I will come and deal with him myself.”

Deal with who? This sounded a lot like bratva business. He finally ended the call and turned to look at me once again, but his thoughts were clearly elsewhere.

“What happened?” I asked, almost scared of the answer.

“What?” The single word came out cold. Deadly. The room immediately felt different.

“Nico, I was asking what happened. Who was on the call?” He looked lost in thought.

His gaze shifted to me, and the look in his eyes made my stomach drop. Something was wrong. Very wrong. He exhaled sharply.

“Your fiancé is at my office.”

The words hit like ice water. I froze.

“My what?”

“Adrian.”

I hated hearing his name, especially from Nico. The bitterness was immediate.