Page 58 of Forced & Owned By the Bratva Boss

Serrano’s words play on a loop.

Don’t try to play smart, Audrey.

Fuck him.

I drag both hands over my face and let out a frustrated breath.

Where are you, Igor?

For the first time since all of this started, I don’t want to figure it out on my own. I just want him with me. Somehow nothing feels too impossible to fix when he’s here, no matter how big an issue it is.

And when he’s away, I just feel lost.

Suddenly, the bathroom door clicks and my eyes fly open.

Through the veil of steam, I find Igor standing in the doorway.

He simply stands there, one hand still resting on the doorknob, his dark suit untouched except for the loosened tie hanging around his neck. His eyes find mine immediately, holding them for the briefest moment before slowly drifting lower.

Heat rushes into my face and relief crashes into me so suddenly my knees almost give out. I wasn’t expecting him to come back so quickly. I wasn’t expecting to need him this much, either.

His blue eyes search my face, as if trying to figure out why I look like I’ve seen a ghost. “Audrey?”

My throat tightens and I blink back tears. “I thought you had meetings.”

“I did, but I missed you, so I came back.” His gaze lingers on my body for another heartbeat before it lifts back to my face. His blue eyes have turned almost stormy, every ounce of restraint quietly unraveling behind them.

That’s when the realization that I’m fully naked hits me. We’ve had sex before, but he’s never seen me like this. I suddenly become self-conscious, too aware of the way his eyes drift over my body, scorching my skin like the summer sun.

Without saying another word, he steps forward.

Three long strides carry him across the bathroom until he’s standing directly in front of me beneath the spray, the water instantly soaking through his expensive suit, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

“Igor...” I whisper, though I’m not even sure what I’m trying to say.

He doesn’t give me the chance to figure it out.

One large hand slides around my waist, pulling me flush against him, while the other cups the side of my face with surprising gentleness. His forehead brushes mine for the briefest second, and then his lips crash against mine.

The way he kisses me is primal, hungry, and possessive.

I close my eyes and kiss him back with the same desperation and passion. My body tingles all over and heat pools between my legs.

My breath quickens, my nipples aching for his touch.

He cups my breast with his free hand, fondling it without mercy before he breaks his lips away from mine and kisses the rest of my body as he sinks down to his knees.

My stomach churns with anticipation as I lean back against the wall, letting him do whatever he wants with me.

Igor slides his hand between my thighs and parts them, then lowers his head, positioning it between my legs.

A sharp gasp leaves me the moment his tongue makes contact with my clit. He starts slow and torturous, pressing his tongue firmly against me and sliding it up and down a few times before locking into a rhythm that completely shatters me.

The heat from the water above mixes with the warmth of his mouth on me, driving me over the edge with a deep, consuming pleasure that feels like an out-of-body experience.

My fingers slide into his wet hair, gripping tightly as if that could somehow ground me, but I’m slipping further into a world of ecstasy with every deliberate stroke of his tongue.

This feels better than anything I’ve ever experienced. I can tell he’s a pro at it from the way he knows the right pressure to use at every point. The intense scorching of his mouth on me is driving me crazy.