Sexting with My Bratva CEO

I left a $200 tip on the nightstand for the silver fox "escort."

It was just a drunken dare. A mistake to get over my ex. I walk away, thinking I’ll never see him again.

But he doesn’t let it go.

He conquers me through a screen. His anonymous, filthy texts break down my defenses, controlling me until I crave a stranger’s touch.

Then Monday morning hits.

I walk into my new job and freeze.

The man I’ve been sexting?

He’s sitting behind the CEO’s desk.

Viktor Ivanov. Billionaire. My new boss.

He isn’t going to fire me. He’s obsessed with playing me.

He watches me, he taunts me—like a masterful hunter.

I thought falling for a billionaire was the most dangerous game.

If only I hadn’t walked into that underground parking garage and watched him coldly execute a man.

Viktor isn’t just a corporate titan.

He’s the Pakhan of the Russian Bratva.

I should run, but a monster like him never lets go.

Worse? I’m carrying a secret he can never find out about.

His baby.