Devious Intentions (The Bobrov Bratva #3) Read Online Shandi Boyes

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: The Bobrov Bratva Series by Shandi Boyes
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Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 89090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
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“Thanks, man.” Mikey gleams before he bounces back to the hub of the party minus the brick of cocaine he arrived with.

Yev stares at it for several long seconds, his focus only shifting when I squeeze my thighs around his chunky wrist. He watches me with the same heated stare he gave me in my apartment weeks ago as he pulls my panties to the side and slowly inserts a finger inside me.

The tablecloth is long, so no one can see what we’re doing, but the risk of being caught adds to the boldness of our exchange. This edgy recklessness was our undoing the first time around. We were out in the open, in broad daylight for the world to see, fucking against the wall of my boutique like we didn’t have a worry in the world.

It was so perfect, and Yev had no clue I was a virgin. The rain washed away the evidence I was once ashamed of before a long soak in the tub took care of the pain.

Yev’s thumb brushes over my clit as he pumps his finger in and out of me. His movements are subtle but mind-hazing—gentle enough not to fluff up a feather but enticing enough for a moan to garble in my throat before silently demanding to be released.

My legs tremble when he adds another finger to the one making me a hot and sticky mess. They stretch me wide before they have me battling to keep my expression neutral.

It is the hardest fight I’ve ever endured.

Yev’s fingers are magical. They have me on the brink of release with only a few pumps, and my teeth gnawing into my lip with the hope a bite of pain will stop me from moaning out loud.

I’m not the only one struggling. I can see the bulge in Yev’s pants and imagine his cock’s pain as it digs into his zipper, but his eyes remain front and center and his expression schooled as he drives me to the brink of hysteria.

When the rough skin covering Yev’s thumb swipes over my clit, I almost vault out of my seat. I’m so sensitive and wound up, not even Leon’s return to the party will stop a freight train from steamrolling through me.

Leon moseys between the guests, his eyes blind to the narcotics spread across a table large enough to seat fifty as Yev finger fucks me without an ounce of hesitation.

Then suddenly, Leon’s eyes are on me.

His peculiar stare instantly quelches my wish to come, but Yev will never allow that to occur. He asks why I didn’t add any condiments to my meal as he continues squashing his fat fingers in and out of my drenched pussy while his thumb toys with my clit.

His face is still neutral, devoid of a single sign of lust, and the continuous flicks of his wrist are barely notable. I’d be clueless about the naughty event he’s undertaking if my eyes didn’t stray to the condiments dish he mentioned only seconds ago.

The lusty gleam of the man beaming back at me in the reflective surface is my undoing.

I come with nothing but a breathless tremor erupting from my mouth and umpteen clenches of my pussy around Yev’s now stationary fingers.

As he stares at me through a mirror bouncing his reflection onto the condiments dish, he guides me down from the hysteria my body would give anything to announce with gentle sweeps of his thumb over my clit before his heated breaths eventually hit my cheek. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you come,” he mutters out with a long, hot breath. “More tempting than any drug.”

There’s more than lust in his eyes when he finally locks them directly with mine.

Something just as sweltering but almost forbidden.

I’m cruelly snapped back to reality when a deep voice interrupts Yev’s slow, lazy smile. “Better hide that before the old man sees it.”

When Mikey hoists up the tablecloth to stuff his brick of cocaine onto the seat next to me, the elastic waistband of my panties only just snaps back into place as Yev’s hand lands on his thigh with a thud.

27

YEV

As a keyboard being hammered sounds out of my earpiece, I watch Polina schmooze a handful of her guests like her panties aren’t clinging to her pussy. Natalya’s comment about us trusting Polina must have sunk a little deeper than I realized at the boutique. Up until Polina floated down the stairs, I was set to carry her kicking and screaming out of the party over my shoulder.

My plans changed the instant our eyes locked. Hers were plagued with unease, but her worry did little to dampen the shrewdness everyone overlooks when they take in her beauty.

They don’t believe you can be both smart and beautiful, so they underrate Polina’s abilities before she even speaks.



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