Bratva Boss’ Baby by Winter Sloane

Chapter Four

Ava kept sneaking glances at Viktor the moment they got inside his car. Viktor kept his gaze on the road. He looked focused and intense.

“Why did you ask me if I was good at my job?” she asked, just to break the silence in the car.

“Because I’m thinking fate dropped you into my lap for a reason. I’m looking for an accountant to handle my business accounts. My last one—well, let’s just say the fucker stole from me.”

Ava tried to process the information he just unloaded on her. “Oh, that’s awful, Viktor. How bad was the damage he caused? Did you check his accreditations?”

“Half a mil.” Viktor grunted.

She whistled.

He gripped the wheel so hard, his knuckles turned white. “No, my brother and I hired him because one of our trusted men vouched for him. We should’ve done a thorough check before bringing him onboard.”

“I’m sorry.”

“What are you apologizing for?” he asked, sounding confused. “You weren’t the one who stole from me. Besides, I’m not worried. That bastard will get his just desserts eventually.”

The mood in the vehicle turned strange. Tense. Ava wished she hadn’t brought up her job.

“How about it? You’re looking for a job, aren’t you?”

His question threw her completely off-guard.

“First you hit on me, then you want me to be your accountant? I don’t sleep with potential bosses,” Ava said.

“That’s final?” He didn’t seem bothered by her response. “Fine.”

“You’re giving up that easily?” she teased.

God. Ava was actually flirting. She felt so rusty, but there was something about Viktor that definitely interested her. She just couldn’t put her finger on it yet.

“I can persuasive when I want to be, but you have a point. Enough talk about work.” Viktor stopped the car.

She looked out the windows, surprised to find herself in the parking lot of the Crown Dragon. She’d never been here before. It was a newly opened five-star establishment.

“Why did you take me to a hotel?” she asked.

It suddenly struck her that he might be married. Was that why he was adamant about telling her he only did one-night-stands? She stared at his finger. No marriage band there. When he slid his hand down her thigh, her heart raced erratically.

“Things at home are complicated,” Viktor said. He moved his fingers under the hem of her dress. Ava hadn’t met anyone quite like him. He was so presumptuous. Arrogant. Bold. Exactly her opposite. Still, his hand felt so nice and warm on her bare skin.

She groaned when he finally arrived at the apex between her thighs. He stroked her clit through the lace fabric of her panties. To her shame, she thrust her pussy at his hand. She tugged her dress until it bunched up her thighs to give him easier access.

“So wet for me already,” he murmured.

She flushed. Ava didn’t need a mirror to know her cheeks and neck were red by now. What did he expect her to say to that?

“You’re so responsive, aren’t you?” Viktor asked.

“What? I-I don’t know. I haven’t exactly been with a lot of guys.”

The admission shamed her. They were in the parking lot, for crying out loud. Anyone who walked past them could see Ava grinding herself shamelessly against Viktor’s hand.

“Good.”

“How is that a good thing?”

Her breath caught as he peeled her underwear away, exposing her pussy. He pushed two fingers inside her heat. Ava bowed her back, throwing her head upward.

He finger-banged her and rubbed her clit with his thumb. Damn. Viktor hadn’t even fucked her yet, and already, her body had become a slave to his whims.

“I want to watch you come for me,” he said.

She groaned, unable to form real sentences. He slipped his other hand further up her dress, only to pinch at her left nipple. That did the trick. Ava gasped, mind spinning as she came all over his waiting digits.

He gave her breast an affectionate squeeze before kissing her again. Viktor thrust fire down her throat. She parted her lips, letting him deepen the kiss. Her body felt weightless, like she floated in a sea of bliss.

When he released her mouth, he held his wet fingers to her mouth.

“Lick them,” he commanded.

Ava didn’t know why she found his orders hot. She obeyed, sucking his fingers dry. Viktor smirked.

“What a good girl.”

The compliment went straight to her head.

“Fix yourself. Unless you want me to fuck you in the backseat?”

She lowered her dress. For a second, she considered saying yes. Something was definitely wrong with her. She normally didn’t fool around with a complete stranger in the parking lot of fancy hotels. Ava tied her hair into a ponytail. Viktor exited the car, only to open the door for her.

“I didn’t expect you to be a gentleman,” she said.

“I’m not. I want to make a good impression on you because I want you to ride my cock.”

Ava still hadn’t gotten used to how blunt Viktor was. They walked toward the hotel entrance. Viktor kept his hand firmly planted on the back of her neck.

She didn’t know why she let him do that either. Tonight was an evening of many firsts. Viktor spared no expense, booking the hotel’s premier suite. Moments later, she stepped inside the room.

“So spacious,” she murmured.

Before Ava could explore and admire the furnishings. Viktor spun her by the shoulder. He cornered her against the closest wall. Viktor undid her ponytail and buried his fingers in her hair.

He gave it a yank, only to expose her neck. Viktor closed his mouth over the spot between her shoulder and neck and bit her. No one had ever given her a hickey before. It didn’t hurt as much as she thought it would.

Viktor dragged his mouth up her neck, over her jaw. He took her mouth again, the kiss all heat and bite. She had thrown shame out the window since he felt her up in the parking lot. Now she rubbed herself against him, silently urging him to lead this dance.

He pulled his mouth away and fingered the straps of her dress. Before she blinked, he slipped the straps off her shoulders. Viktor unzipped her back, letting the dress pool to the carpeted floor.

She stood in front of him, only in her bra, which he easily unclasped. Ava stepped out of her shoes, aware she stood in front of him completely bared.

Viktor stood a step back. For a second, Ava was afraid of judgment. She was proud of her figure, but unkind assholes had burned her before. It turned out she had nothing to worry about because he looked at her like a hungry wolf.

“So fucking beautiful,” he murmured.

Feeling brave, she approached him. He took off his suit jacket and let her unbutton his white shirt. Ava unveiled more ink, more muscles. She hesitantly touched a wicked-looking scar under his left pectoral.

They were all over the place. Scars buried underneath the ink. Her heart bled for this man, for this stranger she barely knew. Viktor had seen hell and lived through the experience. Just who was he?

“Lie on the bed,” he ordered.

“Okay.” She climbed into the massive king-sized bed, groaning as the mattress enveloped her. The sheets felt like silk. Ava felt like she was lying on clouds. “They must use sheets with a thousand thread count.”

That remark got a laugh from her gruff Russian. Viktor finally rid himself of his shirt, pants, and underwear. He kicked away his shoes. From where she was lying, she could see all of him. Viktor didn’t disappoint. His entire body looked like it had been hewn from a rock. There was no part of him that was soft.

He neared the bed, movements graceful, predatory almost. Viktor closed one hand over her ankle. He stroked the skin there, watching her and not saying anything.

“Scoot up. I need to taste you,” he said.

She did as he asked and soon understood what he meant. He positioned himself between her legs. She tightened her fingers into the sheets the moment he lowered his mouth to her pussy.

Ava groaned as waves of pleasure assaulted her body. Viktor used his lips, tongue, and even a little of his teeth. No man should be this good, she thought.

Viktor held her thighs in place as he explored every inch of her. Ava thought Viktor would fuck her right away once they entered the room. She never expected him to be this playful, this patient.

He flicked his tongue into her folds. He used his finger to play with her clit. She groaned, back bowing. Spots danced in her vision as he made her come again. Viktor climbed on top of her, sealing his mouth on hers, making her taste her own need.

Ava found that erotic, and she didn’t know why. He pinned her arms above her head and kissed her senseless. Viktor massaged and squeezed her tits.

It felt like he could suck the very soul out of her body. In those few moments, Ava surrendered herself completely to him. Every inch of her was his to claim. She held nothing back.

Viktor lined his dick to her pussy. Then he penetrated her. He worked his way in slowly, carefully. She groaned, wondering for a second if he could fit his massive cock inside her.

He went balls deep inside her and stayed there. Her breathing turned harsh. Viktor stared down at her. He didn’t break eye contact the entire time. It was intense.

“Hurt?” he asked her. She shook her head.

“Move,” she whispered. Ava gripped his biceps and held on for the ride.

Viktor pumped in and out of her, strokes steady at first before he picked up the pace. The momentary pinprick of pain she felt when he first entered her soon disappeared. Viktor replaced it with sheer ecstasy.

He wrangled moans and cries from her body. Her breasts bounced, her tits rubbing against his hard chest as he fucked her harder. Viktor went deeper with each turn.

He reduced them both to panting animals. Every time he entered her, Ava could almost sense Viktor desperately reaching out for a vital core in her body. Her soul. God. He really was driving her crazy.

Viktor switched the angle of his thrusts. His next push made her arch her back. Ava whimpered. Viktor smirked, aiming for her G-spot repeatedly. He made sure he hit her clit with every push.

She raked her fingernails down his shoulder. He didn’t seem bothered by the scratches. It only seemed to spur him on. The next time he breached her, she shattered. The pressure constantly building inside her burst.

The room fell away from her line of sight. Her body felt limp. Viktor got off her and lay next to her. Ava was tempted to curl next to him. To see how he’d react. Remembering how adamant he was that this was a one-night-only offer, she dismissed the thought.

“That was the best fuck I’ve had in ages.” His brusque remark had her laughing.

“Yeah. I completely agree.”

Ava didn’t want this night to end. Inwardly, she realized she had to face reality eventually. She hadn’t imagined it, had she? Viktor offered her a job earlier. Was he being serious or was he just pulling her leg?

She didn’t even know a single thing about him. At this point, bombarding him with questions about his job offer would make her seem desperate. Plus, it would ruin the moment. No. She would ask him the next morning, if he was still there. If not, well, tonight would be a crazy memory she wouldn’t forget.